<?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-3042841</id><updated>2012-01-11T15:53:18.611-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arquivo de Letras</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-5744734700045784240</id><published>2010-05-06T03:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:31:59.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não me leve a malNão me leve a mal,Parece que não tem jeito:Uma saudade brutal Tem doído no meu peito.De promessa a simpatia,Fiz de tudo pra te esquecer!Perdi o viço e a alegria,Vi a vida desfalecer.Esse amor parece praga,Coisa feita ou sortilégio;Rasga e queima feito chaga,Tal paixão, não tem remédio.Nem sei como te pedirDesculpa por este pranto,Desculpa por eu existir,Desculpa por te amar tanto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5744734700045784240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=5744734700045784240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5744734700045784240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5744734700045784240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-me-leve-mal-mas-parece-que-nao-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-8736237690107069003</id><published>2009-04-24T04:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:00:40.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paixão por outonoO outono vem mansode sol mornoe frescor no artrazendo dias azuisvestidos de luzque em raios brilhantesrasgam a sombra friadas folhas verdesem contrasteao ocasodas caducas douradasque revestemo chãoprenúnciodo aconchegodas noites friasde lua clarado vinho tintoe do beijo ardenteque traz a paixão.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8736237690107069003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=8736237690107069003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/8736237690107069003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/8736237690107069003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2009/04/outono-vem-manso-de-sol-morno-e-frescor.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-1476910896139823501</id><published>2008-05-01T15:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:03:06.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O ciclo das estações,inabalável como o ritmo do tempo?- quem dera! Não resiste à ação do homeme dá sinais de desajuste:climas misturados,temperaturas extremas,cataclismos,aberrações.Até quandoe quantoo planeta suportará?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1476910896139823501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=1476910896139823501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/1476910896139823501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/1476910896139823501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2008/05/outono-de-um-frio-invernal.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-7352462332687651431</id><published>2007-06-10T02:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:03:27.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queria fazer um poemaQue te fizesse lembrarE sorrir daquele jeitoDe quando lembravas...Mas palavras não vieram,Nem rimas encontrei!Impossível traduzirO que não era preciso dizerE tudo o que se diziaNo silêncioDaqueles beijos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/7352462332687651431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=7352462332687651431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7352462332687651431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7352462332687651431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2007/06/queria-fazer-um-poema-que-te-fizesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-683466545967360352</id><published>2007-05-24T00:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:02:34.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A saudade e a fome de tiDevastam meu ser carenteQuem dera viesse a mimUm beijo assim, de repente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/683466545967360352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=683466545967360352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/683466545967360352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/683466545967360352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2007/05/saudade-e-fome-de-ti-devastam-meu-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-6518688319770623678</id><published>2007-05-13T15:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:04:39.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esse amor que te tenhoMe deixa assim, pelo meio,Sem sono, sem tino, sem freio,Mais perdido do que cego em tiroteioE cada vez mais sozinho, me chateio,E, entre versos, fico aqui, em devaneios.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6518688319770623678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=6518688319770623678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6518688319770623678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6518688319770623678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2007/05/esse-amor-que-te-tenho-me-deixa-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-2945060470857083419</id><published>2007-05-12T16:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:06:14.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aqui deixasteTeu gostoTeu cheiroTeu tatoTua vozE teu olharQue não deixamOs meus sentidosDeixarem de te amar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2945060470857083419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=2945060470857083419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/2945060470857083419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/2945060470857083419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2007/05/aqui-deixaste-teu-gosto-teu-cheiro-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-116794555609325930</id><published>2007-01-04T19:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:07:10.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amor perfeitoPerfeito amorAmor feitoFeito florFlor de amorDe amor-perfeito.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/116794555609325930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=116794555609325930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/116794555609325930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/116794555609325930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2007/01/amor-perfeito-perfeito-amor-amor-feito.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-116624912190689234</id><published>2006-12-16T03:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:07:55.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Delírio etílico</title><summary type='text'>Por que ainda te procurocomo busco o ar para não morrer?Por que ainda te necessitocomo preciso da água para não definhar?Por que ainda te querocomo desejo um café para continuar?Por que ainda te anseiocomo quero um beijo para me sentir vivendo?Por que ainda te saboreiocomo se degustasse um vinho por prazer?Por que ainda te esperocomo se soubesse que vais voltar?Por que ainda me alegro ao te </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/116624912190689234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=116624912190689234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/116624912190689234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/116624912190689234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2006/12/delrio-etlico.html' title='Delírio etílico'/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-113262882432132295</id><published>2006-09-26T21:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:09:02.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De onde vem tanta vontadeDe sentir teu abraço em mim,De ver teus olhos sorrindo,De ter tuas mãos me buscandoSem pressa alguma de me deixar?De onde vem tanto desejoDe ter teu beijo daquele jeito,De ouvir tua voz ardente,De pedir que o tempo espereOu vá embora e te deixe ficar?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113262882432132295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=113262882432132295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/113262882432132295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/113262882432132295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2006/09/de-onde-vem-tanta-vontade-de-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-113706927694912028</id><published>2006-01-10T22:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:14:02.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trocaram alguns olhares;paixão, sem troco.Trocaram poucas palavras;verdades, alhures.Trocaram um par de beijos;desejos, intocados.Trocaram telefonemas;revelações, desencantamento.Trocaram despedidas;destinos, apartados.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113706927694912028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=113706927694912028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/113706927694912028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/113706927694912028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/trocaram-alguns-olhares-paixo-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-113301383627609001</id><published>2005-11-26T11:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:14:45.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não encontro um lugar seguroPara guardar os momentos felizes;O armário das minhas lembrançasFoi inundado pelo meu pranto...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113301383627609001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=113301383627609001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/113301383627609001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/113301383627609001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-encontro-um-lugar-seguro-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-113064809217591872</id><published>2005-10-30T00:41:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:44:03.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sob o céu lilás da praçae entre tantos olharesum olhar rouba para sia beleza que até entãoera inteira dos Jacarandás.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113064809217591872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=113064809217591872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/113064809217591872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/113064809217591872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/10/sob-o-cu-lils-da-praa-e-entre-tantos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-112701527073149108</id><published>2005-09-18T00:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:15:13.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saudadeda tua peledas tuas mãosdo teu abraço do teu cheirodo teu beijoda tua vozsaudade de ti...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/112701527073149108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=112701527073149108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112701527073149108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112701527073149108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/09/saudade-da-tua-pele-das-tuas-mos-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-112572380444784106</id><published>2005-09-03T01:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:16:19.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amar é viver extremos:ou nos morre o amorou de amor morremos.Amar é coisa de louco:quem ontem morria de amor,hoje não quer morrer por tão pouco.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/112572380444784106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=112572380444784106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112572380444784106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112572380444784106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/09/amar-viver-extremos-ou-nos-morre-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-112530065111488919</id><published>2005-08-29T02:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:17:44.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lá fora chovemar d'água.Cá dentro chorode mágoa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/112530065111488919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=112530065111488919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112530065111488919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112530065111488919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/08/l-fora-chove-mar-dgua-c-dentro-choro.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-112374013419223713</id><published>2005-08-02T02:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:21:15.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lembro, ao ver o correr das horas,de um desejo que ouvi de ti:"-Queria que o tempo parasse agora,e nada levasse você de mim!"O tempo é surdo, não tem ouvidos;passou direto sem te escutar.Mas percebendo que tinhas pressa,voltou correndo pra te buscar!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/112374013419223713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=112374013419223713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112374013419223713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112374013419223713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/08/lembro-ao-ver-o-correr-das-horas-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-112373205491847823</id><published>2005-07-30T00:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:21:55.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Houvesse, em ti,a paixão por mim,como a que existe em mim por ti,não partirias! Fosse, o teu,um desejo por mim,como o meu por ti,tu voltarias!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/112373205491847823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=112373205491847823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112373205491847823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112373205491847823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/07/houvesse-em-ti-paixo-por-mim-como-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-112128035695752678</id><published>2005-07-13T01:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:23:36.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do teu beijoOuvia tua alma,Sentia teu pensar,Media teu querer,Previa teu prazer,Sorvia teu sabor,Queria teu amor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/112128035695752678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=112128035695752678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112128035695752678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112128035695752678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-teu-beijo-ouvia-tua-alma-sentia-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-112010596693308428</id><published>2005-06-30T00:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:26:02.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não gostoDo gostoQue o desgosto tem;Gosto triste de morteQue desgostaA quem tem gostoPelo gostoQue a vida tem.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/112010596693308428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=112010596693308428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112010596693308428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112010596693308428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-gosto-do-gosto-que-o-desgosto-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-111229258210866307</id><published>2005-03-31T13:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:45:34.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pouco tenho a dizer... muito pouco...o vazio engoliu minhas palavrasRestaram duas, pequenas, e as mantenho escondidas,apertadas num canto secreto do coração...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/111229258210866307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=111229258210866307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/111229258210866307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/111229258210866307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/03/pouco-tenho-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-111136722480980231</id><published>2005-03-25T03:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:46:58.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouvindo a razão...Amei a quem por mim amor não sentiaNão amei a quem de amor por mim morriaChorei pelo amor de quem não mereciaAdoeci de paixão por quem de mim fugia.Curei a dor que da paixão viviaEsqueci do amor que de mim esqueciaDeixei a mágoa esvair-se de mimDa vida, o começo... distante, o fim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/111136722480980231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=111136722480980231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/111136722480980231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/111136722480980231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/03/ouvindo-razo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-112381710077665629</id><published>2005-03-24T00:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:58:12.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parece que a cada minutote perco um pouquinho mais...Que absurdo pensar desse jeito;como perder o que tive jamais?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/112381710077665629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=112381710077665629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112381710077665629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/112381710077665629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/03/parece-que-cada-minuto-te-perco-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-111136697840065869</id><published>2005-03-13T03:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:58:57.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu não vou me afogar em mágoasNem beber pra tentar te esquecerDeixo ao tempo tamanha provaOutro amor vou tratar de viver.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/111136697840065869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=111136697840065869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/111136697840065869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/111136697840065869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/03/eu-nao-vou-me-afogar-em-magoas-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-111059800518486762</id><published>2005-03-12T01:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:59:33.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um amorardente como o Verãoacolhedor como o Outonosaboroso como a Primaveravencido, invernou-se.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/111059800518486762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=111059800518486762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/111059800518486762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/111059800518486762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2005/03/um-amor-ardente-como-o-vero-acolhedor.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-109158759126557718</id><published>2004-08-03T23:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:00:09.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me leva...na dança....na vida.....no colo......na camaMe faz...bailarina....concubina.....criança......mulherMe deixa...voar....viver.....feliz......te amar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/109158759126557718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=109158759126557718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/109158759126557718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/109158759126557718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/08/me-leva.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-109132609133378527</id><published>2004-07-31T23:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:24:00.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vens cada vez menosmenos saudosomenos presentemenos interessadomenos amorosomenos pacientemenos apaixonadomenos dispostomenos vibrantemenos íntimomenos felizmenos amantemenos meu.Ficas cada vez mais mais apressadomais alheiomais críticomais estressadomais sériomais desatentomais chateadomais racionalmais sonolentomais desencantadomais implicantemais mordazmais estranhomais distante.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/109132609133378527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=109132609133378527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/109132609133378527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/109132609133378527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/07/vens-cada-vez-menos-menos-saudoso.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-109079742859631261</id><published>2004-07-25T20:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:24:32.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abri todas as janelaslavei os vidros e as cortinassacudi os tapetestirei a poeira dos móveis troquei os lençóisenchi a casa de flores e o sol deixei entrarespalhou-se pela casae parece que espera como se soubesseque estás por chegar...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/109079742859631261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=109079742859631261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/109079742859631261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/109079742859631261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/07/abri-todas-as-janelas-lavei-os-vidros.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-108802210821635902</id><published>2004-06-23T17:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:24:53.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não tenho vício...Mentira!Sinto o corpo em sacrifícioQueima em febre, transpiraSofrimento cáusticoSintomas de dependênciaDiagnóstico:Síndrome de abstinênciaMorfina, ópio nem absintoMatam a dor que me consomeSei que é por ti tudo que sintoE essa doença, amor, tem seu nome.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/108802210821635902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=108802210821635902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/108802210821635902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/108802210821635902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-tenho-vcio.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-108770746766369561</id><published>2004-06-20T01:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:25:12.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LamentoDe tantos passados mortosvivemosDe tantos amores perdidossofremosDe tantos desejos sublimesesquecemosDe tantos medos vãosperecemosDe tantos beijos ardentesdesistimosDe tantos prazeres furtivosfugimosDe tantos amigos fiéisduvidamosDe tantas tristezas alheiascorremosDe tantos desmandos insanoscalamosDe tantas verdades pungentesdesviamosDe tantas mentiras bizarrastransbordamosDe tantas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/108770746766369561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=108770746766369561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/108770746766369561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/108770746766369561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/06/lamento-de-tantos-passados-mortos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-108602810525827390</id><published>2004-05-31T15:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:27:38.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rouba o mar que te rodeiaO verde-mar dos olhos teusLambe e apaga dessa areiaDe ciúme, os versos meus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/108602810525827390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=108602810525827390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/108602810525827390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/108602810525827390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/05/rouba-o-mar-que-te-rodeia-o-verde-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-108467613345401519</id><published>2004-05-15T23:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:27:59.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tão brancatão simplestão puraTão alvatu'alma,candura.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/108467613345401519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=108467613345401519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/108467613345401519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/108467613345401519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/05/to-alva-tualma-candura.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-107688722176891877</id><published>2004-02-15T20:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:28:20.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Impossível...Flor sem corSol sem calorMel sem saborSofrimento sem dorCriatura sem criadorViver sem amor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/107688722176891877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=107688722176891877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/107688722176891877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/107688722176891877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/02/impossvel.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-107642231628749238</id><published>2004-02-10T12:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:28:39.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De nada vale meu prantoNão ouves meu corpo implodirMeu ser diz que é desencantoÉ meu sonho que vejo ruirTua voz denuncia mentirasE a alegria que tentas conterNas palavras que escolhes a dedo Soa falso teu grande querer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/107642231628749238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=107642231628749238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/107642231628749238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/107642231628749238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/02/de-nada-vale-meu-pranto-n-meu-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-107300368422054221</id><published>2004-01-01T22:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:29:00.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando foges assim, calado,Cala em mim uma dor abissalSilenciosa me faço, distante,Adoeço, desatino mortalNuma noite mergulho, agonia,Estrelas cadentes carregam meus aisPerco a mim na penumbra vaziaAo gritar no silêncio: "Não te amo mais!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/107300368422054221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=107300368422054221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/107300368422054221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/107300368422054221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2004/01/quando-foges-assim-calado-cala-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-106859943069144117</id><published>2003-11-11T23:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:29:19.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem dera parasse o tempoe lá fora ficasse o verãopois eu e você aqui dentroqueimamos de tanta paixão.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/106859943069144117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=106859943069144117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/106859943069144117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/106859943069144117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/11/quem-dera-parasse-o-tempo-e-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-106668855538241181</id><published>2003-10-20T20:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:29:36.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Espero-te ansiosaem quase agoniafaminta por tipaixão fugidia                                                  Mergulho em teus braços- refúgio de um dia -sorvo teu gostoque a mim inebriaEscuto teu corpo, teus risos,  teus aisentre taças de vinhoe baús medievaisO tempo te levae só deixa a saudadeacaba meu sonhocruel realidade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/106668855538241181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=106668855538241181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/106668855538241181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/106668855538241181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/10/espero-te-ansiosa-em-quase-agonia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-106187502996271116</id><published>2003-08-26T02:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:30:02.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marte está perto da TerraE eu, anos-luz de você.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/106187502996271116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=106187502996271116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/106187502996271116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/106187502996271116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/08/marte-est-perto-da-terra-e-eu-anos-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-95885664</id><published>2003-06-21T02:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:30:24.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teu abraço - de um macio envolvente -Que acolhe e sufoca meus medosMeu ninho - refúgio - meu caisMeu cofre, meu guarda-segredos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/95885664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=95885664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/95885664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/95885664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/06/teu-abrao-de-um-macio-envolvente-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-116628400869717818</id><published>2003-06-15T01:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:30:49.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solidão acorda os sentidosrazão sacode a alma tristeza  dilascera o peitomágoa expulsa a paixão.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/116628400869717818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=116628400869717818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/116628400869717818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/116628400869717818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/06/solido-acorda-os-sentidos-razo-sacode.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-95351453</id><published>2003-06-05T22:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:31:13.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De saudade não falo, padeçoDe dores não choro, amordaçoDe mim não lamento, esfaçoDe ti não esqueço, faleço.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/95351453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=95351453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/95351453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/95351453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/06/de-saudade-no-falo-padeo-de-dores-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-94446099</id><published>2003-05-16T09:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:31:43.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escoa-me o gostarque em mim ardiaEsvazia-me a almacomo a noite fria....Foge-me o desejo por um beijo teuRestam-me as cinzasde um amor que morreu....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/94446099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=94446099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/94446099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/94446099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/05/escoa-me-o-gostar-que-em-mim-ardia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-92566848</id><published>2003-04-14T03:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:31:58.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O beijo tem de ser assim: de dar água na boca quando beijado, quando lembrado, quando pedido,quando roubado, quando esperado!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/92566848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=92566848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/92566848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/92566848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/04/o-beijo-tem-de-ser-assim-de-dar-gua-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-92068085</id><published>2003-04-05T23:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:32:18.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vermelho escarlatevermelho coralvermelho carmimvermelho que sangravermelho que ardevermelho que gritavermelho que batevermelho cartãovermelho planetavermelho sinalvermelho dragãovermelho marvermelho amor, amarvermelho paixão.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/92068085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=92068085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/92068085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/92068085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/04/vermelho-escarlate-vermelho-coral.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-90315812</id><published>2003-03-07T16:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:32:39.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Azul meio roxode saudadequase mortodor azul  frio de almade amor morro aos poucos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/90315812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=90315812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/90315812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/90315812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/03/azul-meio-roxo-de-saudade-quase-morto.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-88827590</id><published>2003-02-10T00:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T02:50:05.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Treze </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/88827590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=88827590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/88827590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/88827590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/02/treze.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-87694897</id><published>2003-01-19T19:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:01:56.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fardos fartos de fadosFalas fartas de farpasFaltam fatos fáceis e favosFacas fatais fatiam Faces falsas de faustos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/87694897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=87694897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/87694897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/87694897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/01/fardos-fartos-de-fados-falas-fartas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-87657988</id><published>2003-01-18T22:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:03:06.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se sou tua felicidadenão te iludassou passageira</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/87657988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=87657988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/87657988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/87657988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/01/se-sou-tua-felicidade-no-te-iludas-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-87289156</id><published>2003-01-12T01:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:04:44.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dos outros amores que tivenão lembronem fragmentosnão sei se os escondiou se foi o tempoque se faz inteironesse amor que te tenhoaqui dentro</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/87289156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=87289156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/87289156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/87289156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2003/01/dos-outros-amores-que-tive-no-sei-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-86894937</id><published>2003-01-03T20:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T20:30:08.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não me vêm as palavrasassim, como as pensoPassam como raios,escapam como o vento;Não há tempo nem tintapara trazê-las do pensamento.</summary><link rel='edit' 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/86558005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=86558005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/86558005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/86558005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/12/daquilo-que-mais-gostamos-sorvemos-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-86372778</id><published>2002-12-21T19:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T17:19:57.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roubei o branco dos teus olhosE no azul do teu olhar mergulheiEm rosa me fiz alva, brancuraDe ti, nesse azul, morrerei.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/86372778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=86372778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/86372778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/86372778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/12/roubei-o-branco-dos-teus-olhos-e-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-86169475</id><published>2002-12-17T13:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:27:58.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beijos com gosto de mar... beijos com gosto de sal...beijos com gosto de ti... beijos com gosto de vinho...beijos com gosto de espuma...beijos com gosto de café...beijos com gosto de bombom...beijos com gosto de licor... beijos com gosto de  paixão...beijos que gosto... gosto de te amar!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/86169475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/86169475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/12/beijos-com-gosto-de-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-85902370</id><published>2002-12-12T15:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:14:20.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não fale das tuas mazelasNão implore por meu carinhoNão diga o quanto me amasNão sorva o nosso vinhoNão fale do tempo lá foraNão repita que vais voltarNão grite teu gozo agoraNão deixe esse beijo acabar!   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/85902370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=85902370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/85902370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/85902370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/12/no-deixe-esse-beijo-acabar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-84342501</id><published>2002-11-11T01:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:04:37.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem é...que me abraça com os olhosque me beija com as mãosque degusta meu cheiroque me deita nas nuvensque me fala de amorese me ama com tanta paixão?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/84342501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/84342501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/11/quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-81779678</id><published>2002-09-18T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:06:38.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando vens, é segredo meunão comento nem em poesiasó pedi para o sol e as floresque chegassem também no teu diaEspalharam por toda a cidadee o segredo virou sinfoniaou por que outra razão há de seressa luz, essa cor e toda essa alegria?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/81779678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/81779678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/09/quando-vens-segredo-meu-no-comento-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-80190274</id><published>2002-08-13T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T14:30:34.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou passando de passagem sem bagagem sem destino passeando a passo eu ando e passo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/80190274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=80190274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/80190274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/80190274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/08/estou-passando-de-passagem-sem-bagagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-77956007</id><published>2002-06-19T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:07:24.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só avisando suavizando suave andosuandosuaandosuaveando só</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/77956007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/77956007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/06/s-avisando-suavizando-suave-ando.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-77382231</id><published>2002-06-05T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:22:01.920-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ócio víciovaziodesperdício</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/77382231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=77382231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/77382231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/77382231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/06/cio.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-77380744</id><published>2002-06-05T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:27:03.413-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amor à flor da peleé tero coração na mão; é dorem carne viva.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/77380744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/77380744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/06/amor-flor-da-pele-ter-o-corao-na-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-77380064</id><published>2002-06-05T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:24:52.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Das loucuras que penseinada vivimal senti, ou quase nadaNada sobroudo que vivisó nada do que fuinadaSer louco seria tudosobrevivinão sou louconem nada. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/77380064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=77380064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/77380064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/77380064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/06/das-loucuras-que-pensei-nada-vivi-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-76845701</id><published>2002-05-22T13:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:29:39.673-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Em sonhos e suspiros Sou tua amanteQue em fogo ardeDe desejos    E trêmula esconde-se Nos teus braçosE em brasasBusca pelos teus beijos    Pele alva que suplicaTuas mãos E marcasQue deixasCom teu suor e cheiros    Transgressora insanaQue no corpo carrega Tua seivaFeliz, fantasia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/76845701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/76845701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/05/em-sonhos-e-suspiros-sou-tua-amante.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-76403556</id><published>2002-05-10T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:06:43.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A paixão não é matemática; é química.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/76403556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/76403556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/05/paixo-no-matemtica-qumica.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-76403165</id><published>2002-05-10T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:14:23.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De cores e amores por mais que eu decore não sei de cor nem de corado De amor coro cor de coraçãodor de amordecoro de cor e salteado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/76403165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/76403165'/><link 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href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/04/poucas-palavras-olhares-intensos-abrao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-8944481</id><published>2002-01-22T20:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:18:23.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O blues me acalmaO rock, me agitaNo silêncio me escutoTua voz me excita</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/8944481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/8944481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/01/o-blues-me-acalma-o-rock-me-agita-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-8897830</id><published>2002-01-21T12:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:24:15.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saudadenão precisa de tempo;basta a ausência.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/8897830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/8897830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2002/01/saudade-no-precisa-de-tempo-basta.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-7955801</id><published>2001-12-15T18:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T04:00:18.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amaro maramorno maro amoramar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/7955801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=7955801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7955801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7955801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/12/amar-o-mar-amor-no-mar-o-amor-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-7730703</id><published>2001-12-07T15:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:02:14.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosto quando voltasGosto do gostoQue deixas quando partesE em partes me deixasEnvolta no teu gostoQue eu gosto tanto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7730703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7730703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/12/gosto-quando-voltas-gosto-do-gosto-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-7322946</id><published>2001-11-22T15:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T04:41:03.553-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em branco... Assim,  passo.       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7322946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7322946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/11/em-branco.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-7321931</id><published>2001-11-22T14:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:13:38.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doida paixãoDoída distânciaDói idaDói partidaDói parte Dói peitoDoido amorDoida de amorDoida dorDor moídaDor de amorDoídaDor bem-vindaDoideira Dói DoidejaDoidice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7321931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7321931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/11/doida-paixo-doda-distncia-di-ida-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-7321690</id><published>2001-11-22T13:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:36:30.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sentirsentidossem ti,não sinto.Sem ti,sentirnão fazsentido.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/7321690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=7321690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7321690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/7321690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/11/sentir-sentidos-sem-ti-no-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-6828633</id><published>2001-11-03T02:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:37:40.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amarga partida parte o amorParte do amorficaAmor em partespartido amoramargo fica.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6828633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=6828633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6828633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6828633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/11/amarga-partida-parte-o-amor-parte-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-6761464</id><published>2001-10-31T15:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:39:15.578-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Contoencontros e desencontrosCantoencantose desencantos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6761464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=6761464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6761464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6761464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/10/conto-encontros-e-desencontros-canto.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-6709885</id><published>2001-10-29T19:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:39:54.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paixão:"Gostar demasiadamente... quase insanamente; uma coisa bem séria."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6709885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=6709885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6709885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6709885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/10/paixo-gostar-demasiadamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-6643385</id><published>2001-10-26T19:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:40:22.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabê-lo não é o bastanteOuvi-lo nunca é demaisVivê-lo é busca constanteDizer sem senti-lo, jamais:AMO-TE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6643385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=6643385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6643385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6643385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/10/sab-lo-no-o-bastante-ouvi-lo-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-6007503</id><published>2001-09-30T03:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:40:59.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dos sabores que proveiainda fico a salivarquando penso no abricot:o teu gosto faz lembrar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6007503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=6007503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6007503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/6007503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/09/dos-sabores-que-provei-ainda-fico.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-5689735</id><published>2001-09-14T16:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:41:21.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ar de InfânciaMemória de cheiros e aresBalanço de corda, quintaisFumaça de lenha queimadaPão caseiro, parreiraisEstrada de chão batidoEucaliptos, favos de melDestinos sem pressa nenhumaJuras de amor no papelDomingos festivos -de praxe-Despedidas, solidãoAlento de avós maternosColos e cantos em alemãoPáscoas da busca dos ninhosPinheiros brilhando NataisAdega embaixo do assoalhoSegredos e músicas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5689735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=5689735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5689735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5689735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/09/ar-de-infncia-memria-de-cheiros-e-ares.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-5645561</id><published>2001-09-12T16:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:42:02.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Onde está meu norteonde está meu rumose perdi o leme se fiquei sem prumo?Fragmentos, retalhospartes desencontradasQue fiz eu de mimvazia morada?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5645561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=5645561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5645561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5645561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/09/onde-est-meu-norte-onde-est-meu-rumo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-5583131</id><published>2001-09-10T01:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:49:03.964-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De tempos em temposnem tempode serterásE o temponem tempoterápra te verpassarE sem tirarnem pôro tempovirálevandoo melhordo seu tempopra ládeixandodo tempo,temporais.___________Estremeçoquando sintoque sem tiadoeço.___________Não morome enamoronamorona moradada namorada.___________A chuva alagaencharcae até mataSó não afogaessa mágoaentranhada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5583131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=5583131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5583131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5583131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/09/de-tempos-em-tempos-nem-tempo-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-5311539</id><published>2001-08-26T23:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:49:59.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amanheci sem cor,O dia, acinzentado;Pedi que o sol não viessepara eu ficar em preto e branco,nublado.___________Não passe a vida procurando um amor,pois quando o encontrares,a vida já terá passado.___________Se o amor chegar,não pense duas vezes;não pense.___________Ando assim...meio curta,meio breve,abreviada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5311539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=5311539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5311539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5311539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/08/amanheci-sem-cor-o-dia-acinzentado.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-5311091</id><published>2001-08-26T22:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:50:46.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do sentidosinto o ditoE o não ditoficasem sentido.___________Parte de mimpartida...Vê se voltaparte ida.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5311091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=5311091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5311091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5311091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/08/do-sentido-sinto-o-dito-e-o-no-dito.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-5197608</id><published>2001-08-20T17:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:51:53.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esperei o amanhã chegarJá passouSem me avisar.___________Não me perguntes por que te queroTe queronão me perguntes por quê.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5197608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=5197608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5197608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/5197608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/08/esperei-o-amanh-chegar-j-passou-sem-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4979209</id><published>2001-08-08T14:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:52:37.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teu cheiro hipnotizaTeu aroma embriagaDriblo a saudadeNo teu perfume encharcada.___________Interjeição,mais pareceintensa sensação.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4979209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4979209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4979209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4979209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/08/teu-cheiro-hipnotiza-teu-aroma.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4873473</id><published>2001-08-02T16:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:54:33.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Definindo os artigos... O palpite roubou a cena os personagens viraram gente os índices explodiram a tabelao provedor travou de novoo autor quase enlouqueceuos anjos piraram no 34o nosso medo é de que acabeos amores se esconderamos humores se revezaramo nosso dia mudou de rumoo site é um sucessoo livro on-line vai pro papelo Badaró nunca morreuo amor de Elyza não acabouo meu coração quase </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4873473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4873473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4873473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4873473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/08/definindo-os-artigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4834316</id><published>2001-07-31T13:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:55:26.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soltas idéias soltasÉticas   óticaspoéticas   caóticasvolúpias   eróticassensos   tensospenso   no senssíntese   antítesefatos   toscostatos   rotoseros   erasmeras   quimerasferas   ferozesauras   aurorasparcas   farpasalmas   flamasclaras   clamastransas   tramastraumas   dramastálamos   bálsamostânatos   sândalossúplicas   públicasânimos   ávidoshálitos    alibis  hábitos   fálicoscolos   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4834316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4834316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4834316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4834316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/07/soltas-idias-soltas-ticas-ticas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4749633</id><published>2001-07-26T20:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:56:16.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorriso nos olhos... Olhar risonhopasseia na telaviaja nas letras divaga e sonhaQuem sabe só risonem sonhosnem vagossão olhos risonhosparados no tempoSorriso largosorriso meigofugindo da bocaencontrando o olhar.___________Bate coraçãonão bate que dói coração que bate.___________Vens tensVinhas vinhosVim tens.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4749633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4749633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4749633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4749633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/07/sorriso-nos-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4728460</id><published>2001-07-25T17:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:57:08.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um olhar profundo Parado no temponum ponto distantemergulha no ar...Sem riso, sem nexo,remoto, cansado,pungente, sozinho, se deixa admirar.Perturba, consome,quem dera pudesse,tal gota de orvalho,fazê-lo brilhar!___________Meio diameio noitemeio rostomeio fronteum perfilum sorrisoum olhar, ou meio?Meia-luzluz e meiaquase noiteentremeiameia imagemprateia!___________Penso se vouPenso se fico Penso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4728460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4728460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4728460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4728460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/07/um-olhar-profundo-parado-no-tempo-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4453151</id><published>2001-07-09T15:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:58:02.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu quererMeu querer é mais que um querer por quereré querer pra te teré querer pra sonharé querer pra renasceré querer pra se encontraré querer para seré querer pra sentiré querer para amaré querer pra sorriré querer pra se daré querer pra viveré querer pra se alegraré querer pra não morrer.___________Beijo beijadoBeijo - desejadoimaginado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4453151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4453151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4453151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4453151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/07/meu-querer-meu-querer-mais-que-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4452424</id><published>2001-07-09T14:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:01:44.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amor gourmetDesejos ardentes saciados à beira do fogãorolávamos ofegantes no piso frio da cozinhaBeijos misturados ao cheiro morno do feijãonem lugar, nem padrão, nosso amor tinha. ______________________________________DesamorPor que me vens assim de manso, falando tão frio e vazio, sem encanto?Sinto no ar um tom machucado,quase magoado que esconde teu prantoEstou enganada, vendo fastasmas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4452424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4452424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4452424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4452424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/07/amor-gourmet-desejos-ardentes-saciados.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4414434</id><published>2001-07-06T19:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:02:27.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desejo de tiTeus olhos... me percode verde a castanho(a luz há de dizer!).Teu cheiro inebria,envolve e convida.Teu toque estremece,enrubesce e perturba.Teu abraço incendeia,entorpece e escraviza.Tua boca mordida,invadida; fonte de delícias encontro de línguas.Libido selvagemDesejos pulsantesApelos insanosSentidos vorazesSonhos desfraldadosCorpos suplicantesna nudez se tragam,devoram-se e se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4414434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4414434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4414434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4414434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/07/desejo-de-ti-teus-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042841.post-4382967</id><published>2001-07-04T21:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:03:07.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou c a in d odeamoresporvocê!______________________________________Nem isso...Horas escoamUm só pensamentoDesejos insanosEspera infindaPalavras em prosaInútil tentativaVocê não me crê...se esquiva.______________________________________MusiquandoMúsica...invade.Sonho...sonhado.Frio...saudade.Prece...inútil.Amor...empoeirado.Viver...esqueci...Esquecer...de ter te amado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4382967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3042841&amp;postID=4382967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4382967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042841/posts/default/4382967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arquivo.blogspot.com/2001/07/estou-c-i-n-d-o-de-amores-por-voc-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
