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está sempre alegre'/><category term='Escolha'/><category term='Poema a mãe'/><category term='Dia de chuva'/><category term='Da Observação'/><category term='Três quadros'/><category term='Quem sabe um dia'/><category term='Inesquecível'/><category term='Alegria'/><category term='Vale a pena'/><category term='Seiscentos e sesenta e seis'/><category term='Noturno'/><category term='Elogio Desconstrutivo'/><category term='Oposto'/><category term='Bateu a porta...'/><category term='Vidas'/><category term='Se eu soubesse...'/><category term='Pode ser'/><category term='Vagando só...'/><category term='Chapéu violeta'/><category term='Ainda que mal'/><category term='Nada como o tempo'/><category term='Alma errada'/><category term='Gargalhada'/><category term='Você'/><category term='Idéias Íntimas V'/><category term='Canção dos romances perdidos'/><category term='Atitude'/><category term='Um beijo'/><category term='Já Não Te Entendo'/><category term='Eu ouço música'/><category term='Indiferente 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style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema" &gt;Amanhã quando acordar...quero ver flores.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando dormir...quero ver estrela.&lt;br /&gt;E um dia quando acordar,&lt;br /&gt;quero acordar com o mundo melhor ,&lt;br /&gt;onde não exista diferença,&lt;br /&gt;para que o respeito prevaleça,você não desapareça.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã quando acordar...quero acordar com o passado morto e o presente vivo...&lt;br /&gt;com o sorriso de um bom amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando dormir, quero sonhar....sonhar com você....sempre.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-4097398698749623675?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/4097398698749623675/comments/default' 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&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Certa vez, meu amigo me olhou&lt;br /&gt;Me chamou para brincar&lt;br /&gt;Me chamou para se divertir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, meu amigo me ajudou&lt;br /&gt;Me ajudou  mais que ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Me fez sentir melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, meu amigo me disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Sua amizade é importante.&lt;br /&gt;Com um olhar de amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, meu amigo me abandonou.&lt;br /&gt;Olhou nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E me disse para todos ouvirem:&lt;br /&gt;-Só não quero ser mais amigo seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, é aquele que podemos contar&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que vem nos ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, tive um amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-4615691822983030866?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQviLLCpmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/s_u2DxYBfGY/s72-c/82581674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-3013602259411462217</id><published>2009-09-30T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:21:54.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doce mente'/><title type='text'>Doce mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQuLYUtmVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ql0p9_xMb9U/s1600-h/90307042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQuLYUtmVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ql0p9_xMb9U/s400/90307042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387481827284719954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É somente quem vive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As areias daquelas praias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem sentidas nem distantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem vividas nem sentidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;São tempos ausentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;destes tempos que vivemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na doce mente, da memória,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos nossos tempos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;São tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca esqueças o passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele é a tua melhor lição de vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo carregado de ilusão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não fere o teu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo ferido...de Dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ama aquele eterno amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por incerto que seja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;será sempre o eterno amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo na doce ...Mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ela sente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se a mentira existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;será o fim de um grande amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-3013602259411462217?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/3013602259411462217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/09/doce-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/3013602259411462217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/3013602259411462217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/09/doce-mente.html' title='Doce mente'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQuLYUtmVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ql0p9_xMb9U/s72-c/90307042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-4514717372124486867</id><published>2009-09-30T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:15:40.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flor'/><title type='text'>Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQsuycY8aI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bFCGYda3Drc/s1600-h/89988853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQsuycY8aI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bFCGYda3Drc/s400/89988853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387480236568408482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Flor que desabrocha ao amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Brilha como a noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Alegra-me com teu cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz aqule que lhe vê&lt;br /&gt;Feliz aquele que lhe sente&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu o tornas contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Línda e delicada esta flor&lt;br /&gt;Singela e diferente a cor,&lt;br /&gt;Sua cor amarelo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem,hoje e sempre&lt;br /&gt;Adorando-te eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Te rogo,te peço,porque&lt;br /&gt;Iluminas o meu viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-4514717372124486867?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/4514717372124486867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/09/flor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/4514717372124486867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/4514717372124486867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/09/flor.html' title='Flor'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQsuycY8aI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bFCGYda3Drc/s72-c/89988853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-5180524658905096597</id><published>2009-09-30T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:11:28.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O amor eterno'/><title type='text'>O amor eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQrC6vb-aI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YGBeUxlpnew/s1600-h/HP4840-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQrC6vb-aI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YGBeUxlpnew/s400/HP4840-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387478383369910690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;O amor eterno é quando se ama sem ter medo,&lt;br /&gt;é quando não se tem nenhum segredo é quando não se esquece de amar &lt;br /&gt;Amor é algo sem tamanho que nunca pude explicar nem mesmo imaginar,&lt;br /&gt; seus planos nem a hora de chegar &lt;br /&gt;Quando pouco esperei senti, sem ter razão foi assim,&lt;br /&gt;sem explicação que ali extremeci &lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar me envolvia seus passos me encantavam,&lt;br /&gt;e meus olhos assim brilhavam com toda sua alegria &lt;br /&gt;Foi olhando em seus olhos que logo ali descobri a menina,&lt;br /&gt;dos meus sonhos como nunca percebi? &lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca quero deixar nem esquecer por um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;nunca a deixarei de amar amor eterno, amor profundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-5180524658905096597?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/5180524658905096597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-amor-eterno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/5180524658905096597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/5180524658905096597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-amor-eterno.html' title='O amor eterno'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQrC6vb-aI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YGBeUxlpnew/s72-c/HP4840-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-8086646981605787530</id><published>2009-09-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:51:40.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nada como o tempo'/><title type='text'>Nada como o tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQmx2WVUWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oXZoNG2GzZg/s1600-h/imawwwges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQmx2WVUWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oXZoNG2GzZg/s400/imawwwges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387473692086587746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se não houvesse o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para colher as flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cantar louvores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e esquecer amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se não houvesse o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para lavar a alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trazer a calma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;secar o pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e aquietar o sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se não houvesse o tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para amanhecer na rua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;correr na chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e não mais sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="texto1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saudade tua !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-8086646981605787530?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/8086646981605787530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-como-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/8086646981605787530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/8086646981605787530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-como-o-tempo.html' title='Nada como o tempo...'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SsQmx2WVUWI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oXZoNG2GzZg/s72-c/imawwwges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-755108767661336927</id><published>2009-08-06T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:07:46.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O amor'/><title type='text'>O amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Sns30ajvreI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-1pK3pX4tKI/s1600-h/88274169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Sns30ajvreI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-1pK3pX4tKI/s400/88274169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366944754564050402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;O Amor é como o mar, Imenso, e desagua em todo seus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é como o vento, ao pensar em você refresca todos os meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é como o Sol, queima ao lembrar de tristes poemas&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é como as Arvores, mesmo no silencio transforma tudo  em Arte&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é a canção, que encanta meu coração&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é um Poema, que faz de você minha alma gêmea&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é como a Lua mesmo distante é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é como as palavras que estão escrito em um Soneto&lt;br /&gt;O Amor Tudo&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é Nada&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode ficar maior durante toda a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é o eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Que quando acorda nós falamos&lt;br /&gt;O Meu Amor é você, e não consigo te esquecer&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-755108767661336927?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/755108767661336927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/755108767661336927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/755108767661336927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Sns30ajvreI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-1pK3pX4tKI/s72-c/88274169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-2303786772546559997</id><published>2009-08-06T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:01:48.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não sei'/><title type='text'>Não sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Sns2fuCcWwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iHxG3q1Yi18/s1600-h/87845189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Sns2fuCcWwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iHxG3q1Yi18/s400/87845189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366943299504200450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Não sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se vou&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se fico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei pensar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei agir&lt;br /&gt;Não sei buscar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Não sei falar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei acariciar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta dificil idade&lt;br /&gt;Tudo do que preciso&lt;br /&gt;É me encontrar......&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-2303786772546559997?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/2303786772546559997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/2303786772546559997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/2303786772546559997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-sei.html' title='Não sei'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Sns2fuCcWwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iHxG3q1Yi18/s72-c/87845189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-4674645836380346606</id><published>2009-08-06T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:49:07.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um anjo'/><title type='text'>Um anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnszFwGDF4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/GVPJBZClAng/s1600-h/88274162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnszFwGDF4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/GVPJBZClAng/s400/88274162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366939554844710786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como um anjo você me apareceu...&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo-me alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Dando vida á minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei em você tudo o que queria...&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei:&lt;br /&gt;Paixão, carinho, amizade, compreensão,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei meu grande amor...&lt;br /&gt;você é meu anjo só você e ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para sempre você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-4674645836380346606?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/4674645836380346606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-anjo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/4674645836380346606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/4674645836380346606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-anjo.html' title='Um anjo'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnszFwGDF4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/GVPJBZClAng/s72-c/88274162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-4418833818465410844</id><published>2009-08-06T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:39:59.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos para sempre'/><title type='text'>Amigos para sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnswfnDi-_I/AAAAAAAAAas/A3ZjAYjpLJ0/s1600-h/88903943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnswfnDi-_I/AAAAAAAAAas/A3ZjAYjpLJ0/s400/88903943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366936700560014322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Amigo é aquela pessoa que o tempo não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;apaga,&lt;br /&gt;Que a distância não esquece,&lt;br /&gt;Que a maldade não destrói.&lt;br /&gt;É um sentimento que vem de longe,&lt;br /&gt;Que ganha lugar no seu coração&lt;br /&gt;E você não substitui por nada.&lt;br /&gt;É alguém que você sente presente,mesmo quando está longe...&lt;br /&gt;Que vem para o seu lado quando você está sozinho&lt;br /&gt;E nunca nega um sentimento sincero.&lt;br /&gt;Ser amigo não é coisa de um dia,são atos, palavras e atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;Que se solidificam no tempo e não se apagam mais.&lt;br /&gt;Que ficam para sempre como tudo que é feito com o coração aberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-4418833818465410844?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/4418833818465410844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/amigos-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/4418833818465410844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/4418833818465410844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/amigos-para-sempre.html' title='Amigos para sempre'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnswfnDi-_I/AAAAAAAAAas/A3ZjAYjpLJ0/s72-c/88903943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-1507896782823052996</id><published>2009-08-06T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:42:22.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor ideal'/><title type='text'>Amor ideal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsvim980jI/AAAAAAAAAak/YjdYNM4j6kc/s1600-h/85482718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsvim980jI/AAAAAAAAAak/YjdYNM4j6kc/s400/85482718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366935652564521522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema" &gt;Viver... É chegar onde tudo começa!&lt;br /&gt;Amar... É ir onde nada termina!&lt;br /&gt;Reflita... Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Ame mais e mais...&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o que diz seu coração... Com carinho!&lt;br /&gt;Fale o que você pensa... Com esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Pense no que você faz... Com fé!&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que você deve fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Ame quem ama você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-1507896782823052996?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/1507896782823052996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-ideal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/1507896782823052996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/1507896782823052996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-ideal.html' title='Amor ideal'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsvim980jI/AAAAAAAAAak/YjdYNM4j6kc/s72-c/85482718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-7375534617641375220</id><published>2009-08-06T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:42:55.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somente um olhar...'/><title type='text'>Somente um olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsty7NZo5I/AAAAAAAAAac/qLl77ECAQ3o/s1600-h/84907411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsty7NZo5I/AAAAAAAAAac/qLl77ECAQ3o/s400/84907411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933733852685202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema" &gt;De repente nossos olhos se encontraram&lt;br /&gt;Foi como se o tempo parasse&lt;br /&gt;A imensidão do universo passando&lt;br /&gt;diante de meus pés eu pude sentir&lt;br /&gt;o ar me faltando, o pulso acelerado&lt;br /&gt;o coração batendo num descompasso&lt;br /&gt;Nossas mãos se tocaram... foi como ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Sinos angelicais num acorde musical&lt;br /&gt;naquele momento tive a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Você era o escolhido...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele a quem eu queria só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Aquele a quem minha boca se entregaria&lt;br /&gt;Aquele a quem meu corpo arderia em desejo&lt;br /&gt;Bastou um olhar...pra eu me apaixonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-7375534617641375220?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/7375534617641375220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/somente-um-olhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/7375534617641375220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/7375534617641375220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/somente-um-olhar.html' title='Somente um olhar...'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsty7NZo5I/AAAAAAAAAac/qLl77ECAQ3o/s72-c/84907411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-1726535318542679375</id><published>2009-08-06T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:43:27.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdido de amor'/><title type='text'>Perdido de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsr2T0cucI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-W3jNSwzN60/s1600-h/86264511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsr2T0cucI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-W3jNSwzN60/s400/86264511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366931592975268290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema" &gt;Quando o dia transbordar cheio de luz&lt;br /&gt;e a noite cintilar com suas cores&lt;br /&gt;os amores em fantasias se reluz&lt;br /&gt;e a luz ofuscará todas as flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo transbordar noites e dias&lt;br /&gt;e o futuro chegar inesperado&lt;br /&gt;o passado lembraras com nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;e as poesias estarão sempre ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os jardins transbordar cheio de flores&lt;br /&gt;em outros campos encontrares só espinhos&lt;br /&gt;são os ninhos de corações sofredores&lt;br /&gt;são poetas procurando seus caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-1726535318542679375?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/1726535318542679375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/perdido-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/1726535318542679375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/1726535318542679375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/perdido-de-amor.html' title='Perdido de amor'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/Snsr2T0cucI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-W3jNSwzN60/s72-c/86264511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-3698673764983820457</id><published>2009-08-02T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:23:44.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quero você'/><title type='text'>Quero você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnYR41UEwqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/A4pUGsAAbFs/s1600-h/88376865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnYR41UEwqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/A4pUGsAAbFs/s400/88376865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365495674140148386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nesse último minuto&lt;br /&gt;entre cursos e percursos&lt;br /&gt;seguindo viagem&lt;br /&gt;no caminho de volta,&lt;br /&gt;antes do amanhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada instante é um tormento&lt;br /&gt;e as horas adormeceram,&lt;br /&gt;a chuva caiu, lavou o céu,&lt;br /&gt;retirou o véu da escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;esfriou o dia,&lt;br /&gt;abreviou a noite&lt;br /&gt;e você não veio...&lt;br /&gt;...meu coração está em silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero você,&lt;br /&gt;esta noite a meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;deitar no teu abraço,&lt;br /&gt;dormir ao som de tua respiração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;depois da tempestade,&lt;br /&gt;na nudez do brilho&lt;br /&gt;dos olhos teus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-3698673764983820457?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/3698673764983820457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/3698673764983820457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/3698673764983820457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-voce.html' title='Quero você'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnYR41UEwqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/A4pUGsAAbFs/s72-c/88376865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-2434954756959685130</id><published>2009-07-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:02:42.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metade'/><title type='text'>Metade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnESKpIYKNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9Vil6hNkD74/s1600-h/22186_0005fg9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 299px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364088605223954642" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnESKpIYKNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9Vil6hNkD74/s400/22186_0005fg9e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a força do medo que eu tenho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não me impeça de ver o que anseio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a morte de tudo o que acredito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a outra metade é silêncio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a música que eu ouço ao longe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seja linda, ainda que triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seja para sempre amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mesmo que distante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a outra metade é saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sejam ouvidas como prece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e nem repetidas com fervor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apenas respeitadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como a única coisa que resta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a um homem inundado de sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se transforme na calma e na paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu mereço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que essa tensão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me corrói por dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seja um dia recompensada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que o convívio comigo mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um doce sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me lembro ter dado na infância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é a lembrança do que fui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a outra metade eu não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não seja preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais do que uma simples alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para me fazer aquietar o espírito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que o teu silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me fale cada vez mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é abrigo, mas a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mesmo que ela não saiba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque é preciso simplicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para fazê-la florescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é platéia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a outra metade é canção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a outra metade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ferreira Gullar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-2434954756959685130?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/2434954756959685130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/metade-que-forca-do-medo-que-eu-tenho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/2434954756959685130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/2434954756959685130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/metade-que-forca-do-medo-que-eu-tenho.html' title='Metade'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnESKpIYKNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9Vil6hNkD74/s72-c/22186_0005fg9e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-2582395389116380302</id><published>2009-07-29T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:44:46.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garoto'/><title type='text'>Garoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDewqxI6dI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/poBnNc4bFiY/s1600-h/88689342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDewqxI6dI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/poBnNc4bFiY/s400/88689342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364032083893742034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Sem palavras para por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tentando me expressar mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, o papel não sente o que vem de mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas prefiro escrever e calar essa dor ruim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou escritor, nem sei cantar&lt;br /&gt;Mas esses versos me ajudam a acalmar&lt;br /&gt;Dessa dor aqui no peito, não culpo niguém&lt;br /&gt;Machuquei a mim mesmo, pensando em seu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa, tristeza e dor&lt;br /&gt;São coisas normais de um Garoto&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ser Feliz de uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das burradas que já fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-2582395389116380302?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/2582395389116380302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/garoto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/2582395389116380302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/2582395389116380302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/garoto.html' title='Garoto'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDewqxI6dI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/poBnNc4bFiY/s72-c/88689342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-1196015545996590707</id><published>2009-07-29T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:35:22.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bateu a porta...'/><title type='text'>Bateu a porta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDcfoCjiAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/56t9QZMVrEQ/s1600-h/88467388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDcfoCjiAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/56t9QZMVrEQ/s400/88467388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364029592080451586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table id="TblPoema" class="StlPoema_Tabela" style="width: 100%;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Sei que em ti busquei uma atenção,&lt;br /&gt;Daquela que não se pede para um irmão,&lt;br /&gt;Em ti busquei uma alternativa,&lt;br /&gt;Daquela que alivia a nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que fiz tudo sem pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Só não previa que eu ia me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Tem coisas que nem Deus consegue explicar,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o coração bate sem parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que você é pessoa contagiante&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso te vi como um homem deslumbrante&lt;br /&gt;Mas você, não me entende&lt;br /&gt;por eu ser uma alma carente&lt;br /&gt;Pela falta de compreensão&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te dou atenção&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que nessa confusão, eu fujo como um furacão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você no fim só me causou decepção&lt;br /&gt;por não acreditar no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não quero quem não acredita em mim&lt;br /&gt;pois eu não quero mais ficar assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que mesmo sendo um homem realista&lt;br /&gt;Você é um individualista e egoísta&lt;br /&gt;Que chegou com passos serenos e eu abri com sorriso para você&lt;br /&gt;Mas você foi, bateu a porta de forma brusca, ela doeu mais uma vez, eu fiquei, me decepcionei, e mais uma vez eu nunca mais te esperei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                                             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                                         &lt;/td&gt;                                                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                                     &lt;tr&gt;                                                         &lt;td class="StlSeparador"&gt;                                                              &lt;/td&gt;                                                     &lt;/tr&gt;                                                     &lt;tr&gt;                                                         &lt;td align="right"&gt;                                                             &lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_Label1" class="StlPoema" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-1196015545996590707?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/1196015545996590707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/bateu-porta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/1196015545996590707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/1196015545996590707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/bateu-porta.html' title='Bateu a porta...'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDcfoCjiAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/56t9QZMVrEQ/s72-c/88467388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-6976325078081844368</id><published>2009-07-29T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:28:48.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pergunte'/><title type='text'>Pergunte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDbAu7F_wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/U8eSnBVjR9M/s1600-h/88754847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDbAu7F_wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/U8eSnBVjR9M/s400/88754847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364027961840631554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Pergunte à noite enluarada&lt;br /&gt;Ao orvalho da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Ou à luz do amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte à criança inocente&lt;br /&gt;A alegria sempre presente&lt;br /&gt;Se eu gosto ou não de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte ao Sol que brilha&lt;br /&gt;Aos diamantes que ladrilham&lt;br /&gt;Ou à Deus, que tudo faz acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte ao meu dom de amar&lt;br /&gt;Interrogue o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu gosto ou não de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então verás com clareza&lt;br /&gt;No céu, ou em qualquer outra beleza&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que tens medo de receber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sentirás no coração&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo sabor da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sinto por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-6976325078081844368?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/6976325078081844368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/pergunte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/6976325078081844368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/6976325078081844368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/pergunte.html' title='Pergunte'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDbAu7F_wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/U8eSnBVjR9M/s72-c/88754847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-8030916756269345329</id><published>2009-07-29T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:29:42.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='que é tudo...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O nada'/><title type='text'>O nada,que é tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDZeysL2tI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HOgw5jrXy1w/s1600-h/88288261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDZeysL2tI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HOgw5jrXy1w/s400/88288261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364026279224662738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Amor,&lt;br /&gt;que vontade louca de ter voce do meu lado , e beijar-te intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foi assim, tal força grande que surgiu dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;nunca te tive assim tao perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;nunca senti , o que sinto por ti,&lt;br /&gt;quando te vejo, te sinto, te preciso mais do que um o amor precisa de calor,&lt;br /&gt;em nosso fervor vejo uma luz a nos unir, uma sintonia perfeita ,&lt;br /&gt;que ate deus suspeita, um beijo implacavel que tirou meu folego,&lt;br /&gt;mudou meu ononimo, me deu a mao, me tirou desse mundo ,&lt;br /&gt;me fez sentir tal coisa impressionante que so lusiadas sentiram ,&lt;br /&gt;tudo eu sei que é nada, nada que consiste em formar o tudo que precisamos ter sem medo que se transforme, o emprestimo de viver, o amor a aparecer, omedo a insistir, so sei que o meu nada, é o tudo que eu te espero, é o viver intensamente sem precisar sofre , dar a mao pra vc, e nunca esquecer, que o mundo é um paralelo sintaico que gira á procura de uma so coisa ,&lt;br /&gt;o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-8030916756269345329?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDZeysL2tI/AAAAAAAAAZc/HOgw5jrXy1w/s72-c/88288261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-4592722634732884981</id><published>2009-07-29T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:29:21.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apenas um lembrete'/><title type='text'>Apenas um lembrete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDYewtEtrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/DLMwI94NgM4/s1600-h/83025599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDYewtEtrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/DLMwI94NgM4/s400/83025599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364025179179890354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" class="StlPoema"&gt;Cante a canção do cantor&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela brilhará&lt;br /&gt;Jamais cante a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Pois você chorará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia um livro mais vendido&lt;br /&gt;Pois é ele que te ajudará&lt;br /&gt;Recuse meus livros desiludido&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber aonde chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaude aquele escritor&lt;br /&gt;Que pelo mundo viveu&lt;br /&gt;Mais viva aquele amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nosso amor escreveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-4592722634732884981?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SnDYewtEtrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/DLMwI94NgM4/s72-c/83025599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-2956195022084321538</id><published>2009-07-24T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:00:56.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ainda que mal'/><title type='text'>Ainda que mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmpesnCY-mI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LP4QUhqyl6M/s1600-h/CARLOS+DRUMMOND+DE+ANDRADE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362202426824260194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmpesnCY-mI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LP4QUhqyl6M/s400/CARLOS+DRUMMOND+DE+ANDRADE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ainda que mal pergunte,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal respondas;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal te entenda,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal repitas;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal insista,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal desculpes;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal me exprima,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal me julgues;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal me mostre,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal me vejas;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal te encare,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal te furtes;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal te siga,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal te voltes;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal te ame,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal o saibas;&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal te agarre,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que mal te mates;&lt;br /&gt;ainda assim te pergunto&lt;br /&gt;e me queimando em teu seio,&lt;br /&gt;me salvo e me dano: amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmpesnCY-mI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LP4QUhqyl6M/s72-c/CARLOS+DRUMMOND+DE+ANDRADE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-304271535788868349</id><published>2009-07-24T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:59:59.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A que está sempre alegre'/><title type='text'>A que está sempre alegre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmpawTCClqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/w0nasZMz22E/s1600-h/88467810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362198092127049378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmpawTCClqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/w0nasZMz22E/s400/88467810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;Teu ar, teu gesto, tua fronte&lt;br /&gt;São belos qual bela paisagem;&lt;br /&gt;O riso brinca em tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;Qual vento fresco no horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mágoa que te roça os passos&lt;br /&gt;Sucumbe à tua mocidade,&lt;br /&gt;À tua flama, à claridade&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus ombros e dos teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fulgurantes, vivas cores&lt;br /&gt;De tua vestes indiscretas&lt;br /&gt;Lançam no espírito dos poetas&lt;br /&gt;A imagem de um balé de flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tais vestes loucas são o emblema&lt;br /&gt;De teu espírito travesso;&lt;br /&gt;Ó louca por quem enlouqueço,&lt;br /&gt;Te odeio e te amo, eis meu dilema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez, num belo jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Ao arrastar minha atonia,&lt;br /&gt;Senti, como cruel ironia,&lt;br /&gt;O sol erguer-se contra mim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E humilhado pela beleza&lt;br /&gt;Da primavera ébria de cor,&lt;br /&gt;Ali castiguei numa flor&lt;br /&gt;A insolência da Natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu quisera uma noite,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a hora da volúpia soa,&lt;br /&gt;Às frondes de tua pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Subir, tendo à mão um açoite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punir-te a carne embevecida,&lt;br /&gt;Magoar o teu peito perdoado&lt;br /&gt;E abrir em teu flanco assustado&lt;br /&gt;Uma larga e funda ferida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, como êxtase supremo,&lt;br /&gt;Por entre esses lábios frementes,&lt;br /&gt;Mais deslumbrantes, mais ridentes,&lt;br /&gt;Infundir-te, irmã, meu veneno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-304271535788868349?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/304271535788868349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/que-esta-sempre-alegre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/304271535788868349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/304271535788868349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/que-esta-sempre-alegre.html' title='A que está sempre alegre'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmpawTCClqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/w0nasZMz22E/s72-c/88467810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-5204797882397796375</id><published>2009-07-18T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:22:51.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muitos amores'/><title type='text'>Muitos amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmGwcCDRAJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UChdas-9o0c/s1600-h/88786291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmGwcCDRAJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UChdas-9o0c/s400/88786291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359759027180994706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perdi muitos amores&lt;br /&gt;Imensas dores&lt;br /&gt;Já não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Por não ser capaz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chega de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Implorando perdão&lt;br /&gt;Buscando o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Onde perdi o juízo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Não sei mais onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Nem a primavera restou&lt;br /&gt;As flores estão mortas&lt;br /&gt;Fecharam-se todas as portas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ao limbo fui condenada&lt;br /&gt;Proibida de usar minha espada&lt;br /&gt;E agora desarmada estou...&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber para onde vou....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmGum26sj_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/DH-bWgcEJZ0/s1600-h/88739577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmGum26sj_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/DH-bWgcEJZ0/s400/88739577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359757014147567602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estar alegre&lt;br /&gt;sem saber a razão&lt;br /&gt;não tente entender&lt;br /&gt;deixe livre o coração;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alegria não é escolhida&lt;br /&gt;vem na hora que quer&lt;br /&gt;aproveite a vida&lt;br /&gt;da maneira que quiser;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sorrir é essencial&lt;br /&gt;demonstrar o que sente&lt;br /&gt;tornar-se especial&lt;br /&gt;com a certeza de que não mente;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pra mim é melhor deixar rolar&lt;br /&gt;o que tiver de ser ... será&lt;br /&gt;só não pode-se acomodar&lt;br /&gt;se sentir-se ruim como está.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-7724142056547197993?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/7724142056547197993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/alegria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/7724142056547197993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734492216949910898/posts/default/7724142056547197993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/alegria.html' title='Alegria'/><author><name>Mario Quintana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02833246981826774620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SbitGICnEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xN7PFMZ2qYU/S220/mario2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmGum26sj_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/DH-bWgcEJZ0/s72-c/88739577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734492216949910898.post-3275724247338623606</id><published>2009-07-18T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:07:15.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desacreditada'/><title type='text'>Desacreditada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmGsxhL7DmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/enAqO7ZCFA8/s1600-h/88803004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XJv1dolRfuA/SmGsxhL7DmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/enAqO7ZCFA8/s400/88803004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359754998269546082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou assim&lt;br /&gt;do jeito que você me deixou&lt;br /&gt;do lugar não saí&lt;br /&gt;as lágrimas não retí;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Estou paralisada pela dor&lt;br /&gt;desacreditada com o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que será de mim&lt;br /&gt;o que vou fazer ?&lt;br /&gt;não sei como será&lt;br /&gt;agora que você me deixou&lt;br /&gt;acostumei-me  a viver pra você&lt;br /&gt;fazer o que você queria&lt;br /&gt;você era minha alegria;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Por que fez isso comigo&lt;br /&gt;por que me deixou ?&lt;br /&gt;explicação não teve&lt;br /&gt;apenas desfez do meu amor;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Não pedi pra me conquistar&lt;br /&gt;mas você assim quis&lt;br /&gt;Não pedi pra me deixar&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo assim insistiu,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Agora pedirei pra sumir&lt;br /&gt;deixar-me viver&lt;br /&gt;reconstruirei toda minha vida&lt;br /&gt;e essa não terá nada de você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734492216949910898-3275724247338623606?l=marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/feeds/3275724247338623606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marioquintanavidaeobra.blogspot.com/2009/07/desacreditada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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