<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629</id><updated>2009-12-12T13:07:49.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Barquinho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1004279471811726744</id><published>2009-12-12T12:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:00:55.160-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***Homem Perfeito***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOwIIIfAvI/AAAAAAAADd4/b8ai06BBLR8/s1600-h/011713BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOuM0BBfLI/AAAAAAAADdo/Jp-LdCSK_0Q/s400/asas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414362712174066866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAR DE LÁGRIMAS&lt;br /&gt;ONDAS TORTUOSAS&lt;br /&gt;OUÇO A VOZ DO VENTO&lt;br /&gt;NESTA NOITE TRIBULOZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRISTEZA PROFUNDA&lt;br /&gt;PENSAMENTO DISTANTE&lt;br /&gt;INVASÃO DE SENTIMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;INCERTEZA CONSTANTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTE MUNDO TÃO PEQUENO&lt;br /&gt;PARA ESTA IMENSIDÃO&lt;br /&gt;FALTA ESPAÇO, SOBRA TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;ANSEIO, SOFRER DO MEU CORAÇÃO.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3572346373460008533?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3572346373460008533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=3572346373460008533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3572346373460008533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/3572346373460008533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/12/lamuria.html' title='***Lamúria***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOuM0BBfLI/AAAAAAAADdo/Jp-LdCSK_0Q/s72-c/asas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-6122219430892855719</id><published>2009-03-30T08:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:29:56.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCtJ2jBKUI/AAAAAAAABvg/yqExiqemqLg/s1600-h/barco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCtJ2jBKUI/AAAAAAAABvg/yqExiqemqLg/s320/barco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318941544697375042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6122219430892855719?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6122219430892855719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=6122219430892855719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6122219430892855719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6122219430892855719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCtJ2jBKUI/AAAAAAAABvg/yqExiqemqLg/s72-c/barco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1301094839218920550</id><published>2009-03-30T08:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:57:47.839-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOvZaF2f4I/AAAAAAAADdw/x5SdLknl-Zc/s1600-h/ht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOvZaF2f4I/AAAAAAAADdw/x5SdLknl-Zc/s400/ht.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414364028064923522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este clima mais frio de Outono&lt;br /&gt;Traz com o vento lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que o tempo estacione&lt;br /&gt;Parece mesmo que tudo acontece&lt;br /&gt;mais devagar.&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo quer parar,&lt;br /&gt;pra sentir o frio chegar.&lt;br /&gt;A brisa da madrugada que corta a pele&lt;br /&gt;Um agasalho e outro, um par de luvas&lt;br /&gt;Um cachecol, meu caderninho,&lt;br /&gt;Uma caneta,&lt;br /&gt;a bela paisagem das folhas&lt;br /&gt;caindo da copa das arvorés&lt;br /&gt;A grama coberta por gotas geladas&lt;br /&gt;Sorvete? Talvez&lt;br /&gt;As crianças correndo pra lá e&lt;br /&gt;pra cá tentando esquentar&lt;br /&gt;E nos dois aqui fugindo do barulho&lt;br /&gt;Para poder ouvir o frio chegar&lt;br /&gt;Será que você consegue ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Já posso ouvir o zzzzzz do vento&lt;br /&gt;Ou será meu pensamento?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-1301094839218920550?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1301094839218920550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=1301094839218920550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1301094839218920550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1301094839218920550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/frio.html' title='FRIO...'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SyOvZaF2f4I/AAAAAAAADdw/x5SdLknl-Zc/s72-c/ht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-4755949912900884375</id><published>2009-03-30T08:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:23:51.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrwD9qGdI/AAAAAAAABvQ/O1-7CWQXul0/s1600-h/imagesv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrwD9qGdI/AAAAAAAABvQ/O1-7CWQXul0/s320/imagesv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318940002110544338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é que esta aqui&lt;br /&gt;dentro do meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento é este&lt;br /&gt;desconhecido, estranho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa sem gosto&lt;br /&gt;sem emoção, nem amor&lt;br /&gt;nem paixão, sem riso, nem lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Uma ferida tomou conta do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem beijo, nem abraço&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Sem calor, nem desejo&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de desejar&lt;br /&gt;Sem carinho, nem romance&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de flertar&lt;br /&gt;Sem vaidade, nem beleza&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de se arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Sem sono, nem fome&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de respirar&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras, sem ritmo&lt;br /&gt;Nem vontade de rimar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-4755949912900884375?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4755949912900884375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=4755949912900884375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4755949912900884375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4755949912900884375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrwD9qGdI/AAAAAAAABvQ/O1-7CWQXul0/s72-c/imagesv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-4861427347884455458</id><published>2009-03-30T08:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:20:30.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A FLOR E O AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCq9EaEBLI/AAAAAAAABvA/hrNZgpY_74c/s1600-h/imagesr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCq9EaEBLI/AAAAAAAABvA/hrNZgpY_74c/s320/imagesr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318939126056354994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE QUE NO MAR EXISTA UMA FLOR,&lt;br /&gt;RARA DE COR E PERFUME INIGUALAVEIS&lt;br /&gt;E QUE PARA ENCONTRÁ-LA O HOMEM TENHA QUE ENFRENTAR UM MONSTRO MARINHO, PASSAR POR AREIAS MOVEDIÇAS, SE ARRISCAR NO MEIO DE TEMPESTADES, RAIOS E TROVÕES.......&lt;br /&gt;E MESMO ASSIM TODOS OS HOMENS DO MUNDO SACRIFICASSEM SUAS VIDAS PARA TER ESSA FLOR...&lt;br /&gt;É ASSIM QUE ENXERGO O AMOR&lt;br /&gt;UM SENTIMENTO TÃO BOM , GOSTOSO, MAS QUE PODE TRAZER LÁGRIMAS SE NÃO FOR CORRESPONDIDO, SOFRIMENTOS, E MESMO ASSIM, NÓS NÃO DEIXAMOS DE CORRER ATRÁS DESSA DÁDIVA, PARA SENTIR TODO AQUELE TURBILHÃO DE EMOÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;NOVAMENTE, OUTRA VEZ E OUTRA E OUTRA....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-4861427347884455458?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4861427347884455458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=4861427347884455458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4861427347884455458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/4861427347884455458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/flor-e-o-amor.html' title='A FLOR E O AMOR'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCq9EaEBLI/AAAAAAAABvA/hrNZgpY_74c/s72-c/imagesr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-6089704698065011956</id><published>2009-03-30T08:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:18:02.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE É FAZER AMOR!!!!</title><content type='html'>QUANDO SE ESTÁ APAIXONADO&lt;br /&gt;A LUA FICA AINDA MAIS BELA&lt;br /&gt;COMO SE ISSO FOSSE POSSÍVEL&lt;br /&gt;A NECESSIDADE DE SEXO É MAIOR QUE A DE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;O SOL PARECE AQUECER MAIS QUE O NORMAL,&lt;br /&gt;O DESEJO IMPERA, SOBERANO E O CORPO RESPONDE PLEBEU&lt;br /&gt;UMA CACHOEIRA DE SENTIMENTOS DIVERSOS, CONFUSOS...&lt;br /&gt;MAS QUANDO A PAIXÃO SE TRANSFORMA EM ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;AS FLORES EXALAM AQUELE PERFUME&lt;br /&gt;O SORRISO ESTAMPADO NO ROSTO E O CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;ABRE ESPAÇO PARA O AMOR, TÃO PURO SENTIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;A NECESSIDADE DE AMAR, CUIDAR, DE ESTAR JUNTO É&lt;br /&gt;TÃO INTENSA QUE JÁ NÃO HÁ MAIS NENHUMA VONTADE DE SEXO&lt;br /&gt;SÓ EXISTE O DESEJO DE EXECUTAR, PRATICAR E FAZER AMOR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6089704698065011956?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6089704698065011956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=6089704698065011956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6089704698065011956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/6089704698065011956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-e-fazer-amor.html' title='O QUE É FAZER AMOR!!!!'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-7228269304624151643</id><published>2009-03-30T08:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:21:06.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aonde está?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrHc4ZyAI/AAAAAAAABvI/vziy-qb_K4E/s1600-h/abandonado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrHc4ZyAI/AAAAAAAABvI/vziy-qb_K4E/s320/abandonado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318939304424753154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De frente com o mar me encontro agora&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei o que faço aqui&lt;br /&gt;Estava em teus braços outrora&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não os posso sentir&lt;br /&gt;As ondas parecem querer me levar&lt;br /&gt;Esta fria a água do mar&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que elas pudessem&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração te arrancar...&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que elas fizessem &lt;br /&gt;A dor parar, a tristeza acabar&lt;br /&gt;De frente com o mar me encontro agora&lt;br /&gt;E você amor aonde está?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-7228269304624151643?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7228269304624151643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=7228269304624151643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7228269304624151643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7228269304624151643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/aonde-esta.html' title='Aonde está?'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SdCrHc4ZyAI/AAAAAAAABvI/vziy-qb_K4E/s72-c/abandonado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-3819868933424320886</id><published>2009-03-30T07:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:03:40.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Um amor pra recordar***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sitedepoesias.com.br/imagens/poemas/30529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.sitedepoesias.com.br/imagens/poemas/30529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anjo"&lt;br /&gt;Hoje venho falar de um amor, este amor que ainda esta vivo aqui no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz a todo momento pensar nos porquês, nos motivos, razões para nossa separação.&lt;br /&gt;Este sentimento de perda só não é maior que o amor que habita constantemente meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Ele ainda esta vivo, mas tenho lutado contra este poder&lt;br /&gt;que o amor tem de infiltrar no sangue, no corpo, na alma da gente...&lt;br /&gt;E quando for apenas uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Quando este amor fizer parte apenas&lt;br /&gt;Do meu passado ,&lt;br /&gt;Vou poder lembrar de quantas vezes agradeci a Deus por colocar você&lt;br /&gt;Em meu caminho...um anjo pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Você me ensinou a amar novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Me fez sorrir como criança&lt;br /&gt;Me deu colo como se eu fosse um bebê&lt;br /&gt;Me amou como ninguém jamais amou...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que sei, tenho certeza que você é&lt;br /&gt;Minha metade...minha outra parte...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é inégavel, é irreversível...&lt;br /&gt;Saio da sua vida, porque a vida quis assim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho certeza amor, que jamais sairei de seu de seu coração, assim como você&lt;br /&gt;Jamais saíra do meu....teremos sempre dias maravilhosos, momentos inesquecíveis de um amor para recordar!&lt;br /&gt;Porque lembrar é viver denovo!&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa dizer mais uma vez, pela última vez....&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;Por cada gesto de carinho...por me dar colo, por me fazer sorrir, me satisfazer como mulher, como amante, por me fazer sua, juntos ou separados eternamente sua.&lt;div 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ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-5878975034527461563</id><published>2009-01-17T11:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:44:04.327-02:00</updated><title type='text'>***A morte do nosso amor***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SXHgNRhNc8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/UwslQeEluFE/s1600-h/imagesv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SXHgNRhNc8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/UwslQeEluFE/s320/imagesv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292257555782661058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor morre,&lt;br /&gt;a pior parte,&lt;br /&gt;a mais difícil&lt;br /&gt;É o velório&lt;br /&gt;Permanecer por horas&lt;br /&gt;velando, olhando,&lt;br /&gt;lembrando como foi&lt;br /&gt;imaginando como poderia ter sido.&lt;br /&gt;Revivendo cada momento,&lt;br /&gt; não consigo conter as lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;O coração despedaçado...&lt;br /&gt;Tentando juntar os cacos,&lt;br /&gt;refazer, sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Estou a dias velando nosso amor...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que  enterrá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;mas acho que sozinha não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Deus me ajude!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de força para jogar a primeira&lt;br /&gt;Pá de terra...&lt;br /&gt;Depois da primeira,&lt;br /&gt;o fim é inevitável, fecha-se o túmulo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa se uma foto sobre ele&lt;br /&gt;Para quando a saudade apertar ...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade for mais forte que a dor...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar de você , amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-5878975034527461563?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5878975034527461563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=5878975034527461563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/5878975034527461563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/5878975034527461563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2009/01/morte-do-nosso-amor.html' title='***A morte do nosso amor***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SXHgNRhNc8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/UwslQeEluFE/s72-c/imagesv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-8614404132470087666</id><published>2008-11-17T20:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:57:35.322-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases de Mila</title><content type='html'>A poesia é confissão, é lamento, é tortura, é emoção, é sentimento, é vida, é morte, é frágil, é forte, é tudo e pode ser nada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-8614404132470087666?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8614404132470087666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=8614404132470087666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/8614404132470087666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/8614404132470087666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/11/frases-de-mila.html' title='Frases de Mila'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-5384504325061706182?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5384504325061706182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=5384504325061706182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/5384504325061706182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/5384504325061706182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227277518895076994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; eus filhos são como botões de flores&lt;br /&gt;que com carinho vou regando, cuidando e podando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; u os admiro por sua beleza, inteligência, adoro seu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;amo cada gesto de carinho que tem por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; m dia vocês também terão os seus botões de flores e poderão&lt;br /&gt;dizer que a minha mãe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;abia fazer cosquinha como ninguém, brincava de eu estou vendo e fazia&lt;br /&gt;bolinho de chuva mesmo sem chuva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; azia uma sopinha gostosa quando estavamos doentes, nos dava colo&lt;br /&gt;e nos colova pra dormir na sua cama, todos apertados pra ficar bem quentinho na época do frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;nsistia para comermos na mesa, tomar banho direito, lavar atrás da orelha e fazer as tarefas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;ia livros de históris e fazia caras e bocas pra imitar os personagens e os bichos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; avia também os momentos em que ela ficava brava, mas sempre nos fazia entender o motivo de nosso castigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; rava e exigia que nós também tivessemos o habito de agradecer a Deus por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; inceramente eu espero estar presente ainda por muito tempo, para ajudar e fazer muita cosquinha e bolinho de chuva para vocês e os seus botões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-7295246670042358276?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7295246670042358276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=7295246670042358276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7295246670042358276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/7295246670042358276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/07/meus-filhos.html' title='***Meus Filhos***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsFNUggVoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_cklXJw4l_I/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2910003228995050427</id><published>2008-07-26T07:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:52:08.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***ONDE MORO***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ilove.terra.com.br/edna/giz/imagens/naroca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ilove.terra.com.br/edna/giz/imagens/naroca2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;Minha casa não é grande&lt;br /&gt;Não é nenhuma mansão&lt;br /&gt;A medida de meu lar&lt;br /&gt;É o tamanho do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;É aconchegante, é quente&lt;br /&gt;É acolhedor&lt;br /&gt;Neste lar abençoado por Deus&lt;br /&gt;Crio meus filhos com muito amor&lt;br /&gt;Choro, risos, TV, rádio&lt;br /&gt;Sons distintos se ouvem aqui&lt;br /&gt;Flores, sonhos&lt;br /&gt;As crianças brincando&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muito&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas para muitos, ouro é tesouro&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, meus filhos, meu lar&lt;br /&gt;Isso é ouro,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é meu tesouro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Descrevendo realmente o meu lar , a minha casa, como eu a vejo, por mais simples que seja, é o que tenho, junto com meus filhos que são tudo pra mim.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2910003228995050427?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2910003228995050427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2910003228995050427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2910003228995050427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2910003228995050427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/07/onde-moro.html' title='***ONDE MORO***'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-7882424958711595503</id><published>2008-07-04T13:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:10:42.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'>***Devolva Meu Coração***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SG5Ld7Z04VI/AAAAAAAAADg/B0rVcWsces8/s1600-h/mulher+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SG5Ld7Z04VI/AAAAAAAAADg/B0rVcWsces8/s320/mulher+rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219191995703288146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há poucos dias atrás&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração te entreguei&lt;br /&gt;Achei que não precisava mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso dele.Dançei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe te dei meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Porque ele só bate por te amar&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou sentindo que errei&lt;br /&gt;Que você, não vai dele cuidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então amor da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Devolve meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Pra por mim denovo ele bater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não tem outro dono, meu coração ainda é seu&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu quero sentir ele aqui, batendo no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Que tal fazer uma troca, escolha o que quer&lt;br /&gt;E devolva meu coração, tem jeito?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-7882424958711595503?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7882424958711595503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-8506901311488129853</id><published>2008-06-30T23:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:32:26.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelo Telefone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsZREoqIpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hgmzbk6-RdE/s1600-h/fantasia-1156.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsZREoqIpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hgmzbk6-RdE/s320/fantasia-1156.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227299573586338450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que fosse tão difícil atender um telefone&lt;br /&gt;É quase uma tortura, o corpo todo tremendo, as mãos suando&lt;br /&gt;O coração disparado...A voz quase não sai...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque o visor do celular disse que é você!&lt;br /&gt;Quando consigo dizer alô, ufa, acho que passou, mas  aí é que piora...&lt;br /&gt;Ouço a sua voz, melodia perfeita, tons  vibrantes que ecoam&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade aperta cada vez mais, a cada palavra, pois, sei que vai chegar a hora de desligar&lt;br /&gt;Enfim,  o martírio, a palavra que mais odeio hoje no mundo, tchau.&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, ponto final, que nada, agora é hora de chorar&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas caem sem pedir permissão, e eu não as posso controlar&lt;br /&gt;Porque vem do coração...&lt;br /&gt;Coração, que ainda te ama, te chama, te espera, te quer, coração doente&lt;br /&gt;Coração que já nem sente...implora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-8506901311488129853?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8506901311488129853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=8506901311488129853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/8506901311488129853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/8506901311488129853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/pelo-telefone.html' title='Pelo Telefone'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SIsZREoqIpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hgmzbk6-RdE/s72-c/fantasia-1156.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-1367281336199160004</id><published>2008-06-25T21:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:52:32.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SGLoPENrwPI/AAAAAAAAADY/N3OFYy2Pixk/s1600-h/naoqueroalguemque.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SGLoPENrwPI/AAAAAAAAADY/N3OFYy2Pixk/s320/naoqueroalguemque.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215986663975272690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi adiar minha declaração&lt;br /&gt;Deixar pra depois a hora da verdade, da confissão&lt;br /&gt;Achei que estaria pronta, mas vejo que falta muito ainda&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de mais que coragem&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe na clausura eu encontre, encontre o que preciso&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe na abstinência de você, eu perceba o que é que falta&lt;br /&gt;O poder das palavras só não basta, sem segurança&lt;br /&gt;elas não convencem&lt;br /&gt;De que me adianta milhões de leitores, se nenhum me entender&lt;br /&gt;Preciso realmente decifrar, desenhar, mapear...&lt;br /&gt;deixar as claras,  abrir as portas, me entregar...vou tentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Por mais falta que seu amor me faça&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me acostumar a não tê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo não vendo no mundo tanta graça&lt;br /&gt;Vou sobrevivendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que desta vez você esqueça os seus rompantes&lt;br /&gt;De solidão, e não queira se aproveitar do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda habita meu pobre coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-1367281336199160004?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1367281336199160004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=1367281336199160004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1367281336199160004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/1367281336199160004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/confisso.html' title='Confissão'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SGLoPENrwPI/AAAAAAAAADY/N3OFYy2Pixk/s72-c/naoqueroalguemque.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-520955502482849598</id><published>2008-06-19T20:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:07:49.875-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toma meu coração!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SFrsL4_qbOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/frDb6Odz1zM/s1600-h/mao+cm+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SFrsL4_qbOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/frDb6Odz1zM/s320/mao+cm+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213739207656893666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquele adeus lhe entreguei meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Arranquei do peito, e o coloquei em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Para mim não haveria mais serventia...um coração&lt;br /&gt;Sem reação, sem vontade, sem desejo, sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo ele está seguro, pois a ti ele pertence&lt;br /&gt;Leva ele então contigo, e cuida, pois é um presente&lt;br /&gt;Tu cativastes minha alma também, mas ela não lhe posso dar&lt;br /&gt;Fica pois com o coração, ele bate só por te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noitinha quando fores descansar, toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueças de alimentá-lo, de cobri-lo e de um beijo dar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que estiveres preocupado, pronto a desistir, &lt;br /&gt;Te lembras então, que este coração é teu, e que bate só por te amar...&lt;div 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ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SFrsL4_qbOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/frDb6Odz1zM/s72-c/mao+cm+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-269465811768277336</id><published>2008-06-10T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:48:33.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha cara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SE72oq54cOI/AAAAAAAAABk/YG5CruXUOeA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/2008/06/minha-cara.html' title='Minha cara!'/><author><name>MILA ARAÚJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530883580638853628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04780992062280468953'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SE72oq54cOI/AAAAAAAAABk/YG5CruXUOeA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160629.post-2217555057885546277</id><published>2008-06-10T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:01:44.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUASE 3.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SE7doNaIjnI/AAAAAAAAABc/yq6fldJ5zA4/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1010299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SE7doNaIjnI/AAAAAAAAABc/yq6fldJ5zA4/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1010299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345501778022002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUASE 3.0&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro momento, quando me dei conta, me assustei um pouco....&lt;br /&gt;Depois refletindo pude perceber, como hoje sou e estou muito melhor do que quando me vestia, seguindo as tendências da moda ou baseada no look de uma cantora rebelde!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me visto de acordo com meu humor...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho personalidade, sou vaidosa e corajosa.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo de arriscar, muito menos de errar!&lt;br /&gt;Me arrependo só do que não fiz, mas ainda farei, pra não ficar na vontade!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou mais mulher que nunca...&lt;br /&gt;Sei distinguir um olhar, "daquele olhar".&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem a diferença entre fazer sexo e fazer amor...&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que quero e espero de mim e deles...&lt;br /&gt;Falo o que penso e penso pra falar.&lt;br /&gt;Recebo um elogio, sem vergonha de gostar, paquero mais, me divirto mais e ESPERO MENOS....&lt;br /&gt;O tempo trouxe a experiência e ela traz a certeza...&lt;br /&gt;De que hoje mais que ontém e menos que amanhã....&lt;br /&gt;Sou e estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Sou e estou linda&lt;br /&gt;Sou e estou a vontade pra dar e receber ...&lt;br /&gt;MUITO PRAZER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;#####################&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2217555057885546277?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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PAI...SER FILHO...SER NAMORADO...SER MARIDO ...SER AMANTE...SER FIEL...SER HONESTO ...SER AMADO..SER FELIZ!!!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-2368523535395196808?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2368523535395196808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27160629&amp;postID=2368523535395196808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2368523535395196808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27160629/posts/default/2368523535395196808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmysAjbPsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jCspT5e4nuw/s1600-h/2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1R1zMavfxU/SEmysAjbPsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jCspT5e4nuw/s320/2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208890913163263682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que fomos feitos um para o outro?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sim pois, sinto que sua boca foi feita para beijar a minha&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos foram feitas para acariciar meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo foi feito para abraçar o meu&lt;br /&gt;Seu desejo foi feito para saciar a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração foi feito pra ser a morada dos meus sentimentos...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-3944868898772225740?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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pudor não me deixava sentir&lt;br /&gt;Antes a insegurança me fazia fugir&lt;br /&gt;Antes a inocência chegava a atrapalhar&lt;br /&gt;Antes a vergonha me fazia perder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a personalidade me faz pedir&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a segurança te faz tremer&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a experiência só faz ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a vergonha ...&lt;br /&gt;Que vergonha?&lt;br /&gt;Deixa prá lá!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-6467124338726307657?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meubarquinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6467124338726307657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ACELERADO, AS PERNAS BAMBAS, A BOCA SECA, SÓ DE OUVIR A VOZ DE QUEM SE AMA...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER OLHAR NO OLHO E SE VER LÁ, REFLETINDO , BRILHANDO, SEMPRE...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER TER LIBERDADE DE SER TRATADO E TRATAR COMO NENEM QUEM SE AMA...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER UMA LINDA NOITE DE AMOR, ROMANTICA E CHEIA DE MELODIA...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER HORAS INTEMINAVEIS DE PRAZER E LOUCURA, SEM VERGONHA NEM MEDO&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER TER ALGUÉM ESPERANDO, LIGAR PRA ALGUÉM QUE SE ALEGRA COM UM SIMPLES BOM DIA&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER FECHAR OS OLHOS E SENTIR QUE O MUNDO PAROU SÓ PRO AMOR ACONTECER...SEM PRESSA....&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER O MEDO DA DESPEDIDA, A SAUDADE QUE DÓI, A LAGRIMA DA BRIGA...&lt;br /&gt;QUEM NÃO QUER A ESPERANÇA DA RECONCILIAÇÃO, ENFIM QUEM NÃO QUER A PROMESSA DA FELICIDADE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27160629-5686793005095487898?l=meubarquinho.blogspot.com' 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