<?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-2849613421545363256</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:54:56.106-08:00</updated><category term='Tudo/Nada'/><category term='Contos'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>IyaMoura</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-1192622146463206750</id><published>2010-08-12T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:31:28.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TGScgTgzVMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GRRccNZZrxI/s1600/pebole+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TGScgTgzVMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GRRccNZZrxI/s320/pebole+s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504696723361191106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;br /&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora,&lt;br /&gt;mas o amado já... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-1192622146463206750?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/1192622146463206750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/08/saudade-e-solidao-acompanhada-e-quando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/1192622146463206750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/1192622146463206750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/08/saudade-e-solidao-acompanhada-e-quando.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TGScgTgzVMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GRRccNZZrxI/s72-c/pebole+s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-8292648126684428598</id><published>2010-06-28T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:05:24.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Nel mezzo del camim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TClGvsZYD2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/D9dOut_jKAs/s1600/um+caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TClGvsZYD2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/D9dOut_jKAs/s320/um+caminho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487995406113050466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei. Chegaste. Vinhas fatigada&lt;br /&gt;E triste, e triste e fatigado eu vinha.&lt;br /&gt;Tinhas a alma de sonhos povoada,&lt;br /&gt;E alma de sonhos povoada eu tinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E paramos de súbito na estrada&lt;br /&gt;Da vida: longos anos, presa à minha&lt;br /&gt;A tua mão, a vista deslumbrada&lt;br /&gt;Tive da luz que teu olhar continha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje segues de novo... Na partida&lt;br /&gt;Nem o pranto os teus olhos umedece,&lt;br /&gt;Nem te comove a dor da despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu, solitário, volto a face, e tremo,&lt;br /&gt;Vendo o teu vulto que desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Na extrema curva do caminho extremo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-[Olavo Bilac]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-8292648126684428598?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/8292648126684428598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/nel-mezzo-del-camim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/8292648126684428598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/8292648126684428598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/nel-mezzo-del-camim.html' title='Nel mezzo del camim...'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TClGvsZYD2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/D9dOut_jKAs/s72-c/um+caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-1965875253063945828</id><published>2010-06-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:23:55.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>A rota do individuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCd7EwMAdeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SO1zlpuqRvY/s1600/linha%2Btrem%2Bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCd7EwMAdeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SO1zlpuqRvY/s320/linha%2Btrem%2Bblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487489992559195618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera luz que invade a tarde cinzenta&lt;br /&gt;E algumas folhas deitam sobre a estrada&lt;br /&gt;O frio é o agasalho que esquenta&lt;br /&gt;O coração gelado quando venta&lt;br /&gt;Movendo a água abandonada&lt;br /&gt;Restos de sonhos sobre um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Amores nos vagões, vagões nos trilhos&lt;br /&gt;Parece que quem parte é a ferrovia&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo não te vendo te vigia&lt;br /&gt;Como mãe, como mãe que dorme olhando os filhos&lt;br /&gt;Com os olhos na estrada&lt;br /&gt;E no mistério solitário da penugem&lt;br /&gt;Vê-se a vida correndo, parada&lt;br /&gt;Como se não existisse chegada&lt;br /&gt;na tarde distante, ferrugem ou nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Djavan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-1965875253063945828?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/1965875253063945828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/rota-do-individuo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/1965875253063945828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/1965875253063945828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/rota-do-individuo.html' title='A rota do individuo'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCd7EwMAdeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SO1zlpuqRvY/s72-c/linha%2Btrem%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-6553583492786210650</id><published>2010-06-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:58:51.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tudo/Nada'/><title type='text'>Não tente entender...</title><content type='html'>-  Não, não tente entender!&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o primeiro aviso sobre tudo o que posso falar. São coisas minhas, são coisas avulsas que saem de dentro de mim e jorram como palavras. Só eu as entendo, só eu sou capaz de decifra-las, ou talvez nem sou, só as sinto, de uma forma que ninguém pode sentir.&lt;br /&gt;-  Não tente entender, pois as coisas não são como parecem ser e precipitar-se é um erro, um grande erro de interpretação. Não são como você as vê, nem como eu as vejo, só não precisam ser interpretadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Dormir e pensar, dormir e criar, dormir por dormir, dormir e depois acordar pensando quando vou dormir de novo. Enquanto durmo tudo acontece, enquanto durmo quero que aconteça, o que jamais irá acontecer. Falta de oportunidade não é, muito menos falta de vontade, mas a existencia de uma construção que precisa ser terminada e dedicada a cada tijolo uma observação, um cuidado. Mas porque acordar, se essa viajem faz-me flotar e esquecer de todos os problemas? Talvez a precisão de uma vida real, pois sem ela, nada sou. &lt;br /&gt;-  Verbos: dormir, flotar, sonhar, amar, encantar, estranhar, acontecer, desaparecer, imaginar, abraçar, envolver, desenvolver, segurar, ajudar, entrar, ficar, morar, doer, congelar, queimar, derreter, provar, gostar, parar, pensar, sentir, agarrar, olhar, disfarçar, seguir, acordar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  E se você está se perguntando várias coisas ao ler tudo isso, guarde-as para você. Não adianta perguntar, não irei responder, porque não quero e porque não saberia responde-las. Talvez até não seja eu a criadora de todas essas palavras, frases... alguem que inventei e que ela sim, sabe o que são, pra quem são, pra que servem, e se servem para alguma coisa. Simplmesmente não pergunte e NÃO TENTE ENTENDER... essas coisas entram e saem, são sentidas e observadas, mas no final, sempre no final, nada fica, tudo se dissolve como o sal na água do mar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-6553583492786210650?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/6553583492786210650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-tente-entender-sal-do-mar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/6553583492786210650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/6553583492786210650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-tente-entender-sal-do-mar.html' title='Não tente entender...'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-5810395415308702696</id><published>2010-06-26T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:48:53.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Pensando em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCaDSkSEeII/AAAAAAAAAII/bbkm3_8dmh0/s1600/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCaDSkSEeII/AAAAAAAAAII/bbkm3_8dmh0/s320/dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487217550997878914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu estou pensando em você.&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando penso em você&lt;br /&gt;É quando não me sinto só&lt;br /&gt;Com minhas letras e canções&lt;br /&gt;Com o perfume das manhãs&lt;br /&gt;Com a chuva dos verões&lt;br /&gt;Com o desenho das maçãs&lt;br /&gt;E com você me sinto bem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu estou pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Te esquecer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-5810395415308702696?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/5810395415308702696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-estou-pensando-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/5810395415308702696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/5810395415308702696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-estou-pensando-em-voce.html' title='Pensando em você'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCaDSkSEeII/AAAAAAAAAII/bbkm3_8dmh0/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-1785987227446784137</id><published>2010-06-22T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:09:19.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Definição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCFCee2OMFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8f3MIAL12C0/s1600/vento3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCFCee2OMFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8f3MIAL12C0/s320/vento3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485738912557969490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimas soltas pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Tento formar e encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Um modo de te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Um  modo de te descrever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos incompreensíveis&lt;br /&gt;Notas que  soam nos meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Como ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Como posso não te amar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  vida passa ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Mas meus pensamentos, como pó&lt;br /&gt;Se espalham  com o vento&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, com o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que você sabe&lt;br /&gt;realmente  quem eu sou?&lt;br /&gt;Será que você sabe&lt;br /&gt;sentir o meu amor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-1785987227446784137?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/1785987227446784137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/definicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/1785987227446784137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/1785987227446784137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/definicao.html' title='Definição'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TCFCee2OMFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8f3MIAL12C0/s72-c/vento3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-1558872140752614359</id><published>2010-06-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:04:37.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Canções de Rei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TB_v3MN1ohI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kz7q4dYQMvk/s1600/CAN%C3%87%C3%95ES+DE+REI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TB_v3MN1ohI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kz7q4dYQMvk/s320/CAN%C3%87%C3%95ES+DE+REI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485366602611663378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se eu fosse algum rei,&lt;br /&gt;Fosse o teu Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Eu proclamava a tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Um reinado meu&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo nu, meu santuário&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se eu fosse algum rei,&lt;br /&gt;Teu imperador&lt;br /&gt;Eu ordenava teu coração a gostar do meu&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia teu, meu calendário...&lt;/p&gt; Inventava canções de rei,&lt;br /&gt;Conquistava o teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Desobedeceria a lei,&lt;br /&gt;Revelava quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Te mostrava que só eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo começou&lt;br /&gt;Inventando canções de rei&lt;br /&gt;Pra enfeitar o nosso amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-1558872140752614359?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/1558872140752614359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/cancoes-de-rei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/1558872140752614359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/1558872140752614359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/cancoes-de-rei.html' title='Canções de Rei'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TB_v3MN1ohI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kz7q4dYQMvk/s72-c/CAN%C3%87%C3%95ES+DE+REI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-3182339089135561784</id><published>2010-06-15T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:15:09.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrevendo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TBgzi6sEgvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MIufAuriUnU/s1600/opostos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TBgzi6sEgvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MIufAuriUnU/s320/opostos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483189221286249202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquelas horas que você so precisa dizer que ama certas pessoas!? Mas não sabe como fazer isso, não da melhor maneira. E então você se manifesta do ultimo e único jeito que encontra. Agradece, pede desculpas, faz elogios, ou simplesmente emite a frase: "te amo!".&lt;br /&gt;Ou então faz como eu, escreve em algum lugar onde todas elas vão ver, e joga tudo de bolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Para os amigos, aquelas amizades que simplesmente acontecem e não sabemos como e porque, que de uma hora pra outra se tornam fundamentais para a nossa vida, mesmo que não seja pra sempre, mas que os momentos que ali estão são intensos e preciosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Para aquelas pessoas sem definições, não sabemos se são amigos, irmãos, algo mais, e que sem eles não sabemos viver, chamamos de vida, mesmo sabendo que não são nossa vida, mas que simplesmente não tem explicação e o sentimento é sem dimensão, o importante é o sentimento que sentimos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para as pessoas desses dois tipos, agradecemos por poder contar com elas, pedimos para quem também contem com a gente, pedimos desculpa por qualquer coisa, e com timidez ou com o amor do mundo dizemos: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TE AMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-3182339089135561784?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/3182339089135561784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/escrevendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/3182339089135561784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/3182339089135561784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/escrevendo.html' title='Escrevendo...'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TBgzi6sEgvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MIufAuriUnU/s72-c/opostos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-7843193463814292853</id><published>2010-06-14T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:35:03.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos'/><title type='text'>Anos não são dias, para o amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TBagRa-4CoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3n8qYxCLpmg/s1600/barc+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TBagRa-4CoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3n8qYxCLpmg/s320/barc+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482745817531419266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ra uma vez uma ilha,  onde  moravam os seguintes sentimentos: a alegria, a tristeza, a vaidade, a  sabedoria, o amor e outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Um dia avisaram para os   moradores desta ilha que ela ia ser inundada. Apavorado, o amor cuidou  para que todos os sentimentos se salvassem; ele então falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;_ Fujam todos, a ilha  vai  ser inundada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Todos correram e  pegaram  seu barquinho, para irem a um morro bem alto. Só o amor não se apressou,   pois queria ficar um pouco mais na ilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quando já estava se  afogando,  correu para pedir ajuda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Estava passando a  riqueza  e ele disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;- &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Riqueza, leve-me com  você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ela respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Não posso, meu barco  está cheio de ouro e prata e você não vai caber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Passou então a vaidade  e ele pediu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Oh! Vaidade, leve-me  com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Não posso você vai  sujar  o meu barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Logo atrás vinha a  tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Tristeza, posso ir  com  você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;— Ah! Amor, estou tão  triste  que prefiro ir sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Passou a alegria, mas  estava  tão alegre que nem ouviu o amor chamar por ela. Já desesperado, achando  que ia ficar só, o amor começou a chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Então passou um  barquinho,  onde estava um velhinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Sobe, amor que eu te  levo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O amor ficou tão  radiante de felicidade que esqueceu de perguntar o nome do velhinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chegando no morro alto  onde estavam os sentimentos, ele perguntou à sabedoria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Sabedoria, quem era o   velhinho que me trouxe aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ela respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- O tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- O tempo? Mas, por que   só o tempo me trouxe aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Porque só o tempo é  capaz  de ajudar e entender um grande amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849613421545363256-7843193463814292853?l=iyamoura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/feeds/7843193463814292853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/anos-nao-sao-dias-para-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/7843193463814292853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849613421545363256/posts/default/7843193463814292853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyamoura.blogspot.com/2010/06/anos-nao-sao-dias-para-o-amor.html' title='Anos não são dias, para o amor...'/><author><name>IyaMoura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18252600416912008655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/SsFmz8bfFJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x44gSxbfSL4/S220/yyu.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TBagRa-4CoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3n8qYxCLpmg/s72-c/barc+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849613421545363256.post-1291658719156887046</id><published>2010-05-29T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:50:32.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Tudo sobre você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2r25Mmw_dg/TAIKDqeuQkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JntyxiWSHTY/s1600/P1040202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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