<?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-2507631643207181281</id><updated>2011-09-24T23:00:56.861-07:00</updated><category term='seco'/><category term='novo'/><category term='De pepito para vc.'/><category term='solidão'/><category term='Vanessa da mata'/><category term='feridas e cicatrizes'/><category term='Fenix'/><category term='novo de novo'/><category term='dor'/><category term='medo'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='(des)esperar'/><category term='MoPoCo'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='carnaval2010'/><category term='Adriana calcanhoto-letra'/><title type='text'>....Rosto de Mármore....</title><subtitle type='html'>No cadafalço das emoções que me invadem, nem sempre tem espaço pra mim mesmo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-3642937115750079938</id><published>2011-04-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:44:15.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>gritosolto&lt;br /&gt;gritorouco&lt;br /&gt;me lembro de ainda criança brincar de ser.&lt;br /&gt;quero ter mais tempos atras pra me esconder&lt;br /&gt;não me olha&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu acordei cedo com medo do dia me encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;precisava me esconder &lt;br /&gt;em mim&lt;br /&gt;de mim&lt;br /&gt;por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....QUEVONTADEDEGRITAR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-3544694603461235095</id><published>2011-04-28T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:36:07.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MoPoCo'/><title type='text'>MoPoCo</title><content type='html'>alias&lt;br /&gt;bethoven&lt;br /&gt;cagou&lt;br /&gt;ditirambos&lt;br /&gt;ensurdecedores.&lt;br /&gt;falemos &lt;br /&gt;garotas&lt;br /&gt;harmoniosas&lt;br /&gt;iludidas&lt;br /&gt;já&lt;br /&gt;lamentamos&lt;br /&gt;morbidos&lt;br /&gt;necroterios.&lt;br /&gt;olha&lt;br /&gt;pirralho,&lt;br /&gt;qualquer&lt;br /&gt;rusga&lt;br /&gt;sobre&lt;br /&gt;temperamentos&lt;br /&gt;utiliza &lt;br /&gt;vias&lt;br /&gt;xaropes&lt;br /&gt;zuzulantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-3544694603461235095?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3544694603461235095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/mopoco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/3544694603461235095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/3544694603461235095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2011/04/mopoco.html' title='MoPoCo'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-401244815087963983</id><published>2011-03-02T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:30:07.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval2010'/><title type='text'>carne e aval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoAx31tSn0w/TW7gL3G-7zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3k7Z7YfdyZI/s1600/carnaval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoAx31tSn0w/TW7gL3G-7zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3k7Z7YfdyZI/s200/carnaval.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579643482735046450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;som de coração preso no couro  que lavra o espaço e cresce&lt;br /&gt;dorme dentro &lt;br /&gt;acorda e on, liga o mundo&lt;br /&gt;som surdo&lt;br /&gt;se quiser vem, mas saiba que sou tantan e por isso posso não te levar daqui&lt;br /&gt;sabe... tenho 1001 motivos pra ficar e nenhum pra ir&lt;br /&gt;e é por isso que eu vou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-401244815087963983?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/401244815087963983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/carne-e-aval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/401244815087963983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/401244815087963983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2011/03/carne-e-aval.html' title='carne e aval'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoAx31tSn0w/TW7gL3G-7zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3k7Z7YfdyZI/s72-c/carnaval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-1995046593710476111</id><published>2010-08-29T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:15:21.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seco'/><title type='text'>não tenho sede, mas minha boca está seca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/THoXEoGHKZI/AAAAAAAAACk/FW-z9XdcMwU/s1600/pegue+um+copo+dagua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/THoXEoGHKZI/AAAAAAAAACk/FW-z9XdcMwU/s200/pegue+um+copo+dagua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510742462291192210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/THoW7xym-tI/AAAAAAAAACc/brw4vMH9vfY/s1600/bebendo+agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/THoW7xym-tI/AAAAAAAAACc/brw4vMH9vfY/s200/bebendo+agua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510742310274923218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o dia passou eu não te vi a pratica do não a fumaça do cigarro é amarga e branda e branca e seca e quando eu aspiro inspiro num quase suspiro ela se engolfa em mim e me acalma vejo céu azul longe e seco e opaco e brilhante vejo o sol veja o céu veja o sol veja a veja me veja pois veja é tempo de parar parar no tempo o tempo não para proclames e proclamas morra e deixe morrer sem culpa ou medo ou opio é óbvio e mórbido e é sujo é denso é igual a fumaça do meu cigarro filtro apagado no chão da sala de jantar onde se dorme e se brinca e se mata e se vive e se salva sem ressalva ou apego e desapego me desapego me desafio me amordaço me ato me enlato e me deterioro como os enlatados em lojas e enlatados mercado e supermercados e nas farmácias enlatados nos burbios e subúrbios e nos sobreburbios das nossas cidades e idades e nos campos e no campo e nas fazendas e no Japão que consome o mundo de dentro de suas pequenas latinhas de sardinha que nem peixe em conserva em conservação no prato bem conservado e bem temperado em suas redes que me alimentam e me nutrem e me matam e me consomem pelo meu consumo que consuma o sempre e eterno que não morre porque não vive não existe e não aparece e não me encara e se mascara numa máscara mascava de um açoite doido que te quer levando no lombo agora como se quisesse lembrar que na hora do castigo, alma é preto , vou tomar um vidro de agua sanitária pra ver se esse sacrifício lava minha alma e ela fica branca pra Deus me aceitar no paraíso e tudo e nado e eu tento e por mais que eu tente eu não consigo lembrar aquela frase...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-1995046593710476111?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1995046593710476111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-tenho-sede-mas-minha-boca-esta-seca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/1995046593710476111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/1995046593710476111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-tenho-sede-mas-minha-boca-esta-seca.html' title='não tenho sede, mas minha boca está seca'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/THoXEoGHKZI/AAAAAAAAACk/FW-z9XdcMwU/s72-c/pegue+um+copo+dagua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-6696123389408865468</id><published>2010-08-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:18:18.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-EU QUERIA SER DEUS.&lt;br /&gt;-DEUS?-&lt;br /&gt;-EU PENSAVA QUE ERA CRISTO.&lt;br /&gt;-CRISTO?&lt;br /&gt;-EU PENSAVA QUE EU ERA CRISTO E QUE HAVIA VOLTADO.&lt;br /&gt;-VOCÊ DESTA VEZ, NOS SALVARIA?&lt;br /&gt;-EU ACHAVA QUE MINHA MÃE SABIA, MAS NÃO ME CONTAVA. ELA NÃO QUERIA ME PERDER PARA O MUNDO.&lt;br /&gt;-SE EU FOSSE ASTRONAUTA, HOJE ESTARIA NA LUA. E A LUA ESTARIA ESCURA POR CAUSA DO ECLIPSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-6696123389408865468?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6696123389408865468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-queria-ser-deus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/6696123389408865468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/6696123389408865468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-queria-ser-deus.html' title='MUTE...'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-4997173126156321164</id><published>2010-08-11T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:23:32.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há algo de podre no reino da Dinamarca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGLo-usMlBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WLhk4v4kyIo/s1600/hamleto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGLo-usMlBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WLhk4v4kyIo/s320/hamleto.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504217858983105554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare sempre pediu uma traição.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-4997173126156321164?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4997173126156321164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/ha-algo-de-podre-na-dinamarca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/4997173126156321164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/4997173126156321164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/ha-algo-de-podre-na-dinamarca.html' title='Há algo de podre no reino da Dinamarca...'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGLo-usMlBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WLhk4v4kyIo/s72-c/hamleto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-8451041867872412482</id><published>2010-08-11T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:35:03.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feridas e cicatrizes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>CAVALOS MARINHOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGLelJQoOAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HCeMRJ-GPA0/s1600/PIC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGLelJQoOAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HCeMRJ-GPA0/s400/PIC_0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504206424322357250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a linha do horizonte me distrai,&lt;br /&gt;dos nossos planos é que tenho mais saudade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-8451041867872412482?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8451041867872412482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/8451041867872412482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/8451041867872412482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='CAVALOS MARINHOS...'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGLelJQoOAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HCeMRJ-GPA0/s72-c/PIC_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-810286396497136500</id><published>2010-08-10T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:19:39.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as cordas do teu cabelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGHNst9e-WI/AAAAAAAAABs/RFjImHyxsuA/s1600/PIC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGHNst9e-WI/AAAAAAAAABs/RFjImHyxsuA/s320/PIC_0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503906387758872930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amarra em teus cabelos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;para que eu os tenha perto de teus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e quando minha boca encostar na tua,&lt;br /&gt;deixa o toque reverberar em teu hálito...&lt;br /&gt;pois que meu ter é peixe&lt;br /&gt;pois que teu ser é mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-810286396497136500?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/810286396497136500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-cordas-do-teu-cabelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/810286396497136500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/810286396497136500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-cordas-do-teu-cabelo.html' title='as cordas do teu cabelo'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/TGHNst9e-WI/AAAAAAAAABs/RFjImHyxsuA/s72-c/PIC_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-1481161356014165649</id><published>2010-08-09T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:32:02.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(des)esperar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Ver Melho</title><content type='html'>Livro entreaberto em mim&lt;br /&gt;carne vermelha que sangra negro em entranhas minhas&lt;br /&gt;aura adulta de uma selvageria quase infantil&lt;br /&gt;rubro turvo, vermelho salgado, manto Del Rey de longe&lt;br /&gt;que numa terra muito estranha, muito sua, muito púrpura&lt;br /&gt;o canto alegre de uma cotovia triste, se fez (des)esperar&lt;br /&gt;força que escorre, escarlate, entre dedos miúdos e areia fina.&lt;br /&gt;Vem menina, brinca nos meus cabelos. Torna-te sol. &lt;br /&gt;POis em ardência malte, vermelho esmalte, se eva-pó-ora no ar,&lt;br /&gt;em cor,&lt;br /&gt;em aço,&lt;br /&gt;em ar-te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-1481161356014165649?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1481161356014165649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/ver-melho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/1481161356014165649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/1481161356014165649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2010/08/ver-melho.html' title='Ver Melho'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-9091965494901979468</id><published>2009-09-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:30:45.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adriana calcanhoto-letra'/><title type='text'>Vai saber</title><content type='html'>Não vá pensando que determinou&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que só o amor pode saber&lt;br /&gt;Só porque disse que não me quer&lt;br /&gt;Não quer dizer que não vá querer&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo o que se sabe do amor&lt;br /&gt;É que ele gosta muito de mudar&lt;br /&gt;E pode aparecer onde ninguém ousaria supor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque disse que de mim não pode gostar&lt;br /&gt;Não quer dizer que não tenha do que duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem, pode mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Chegar a se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;E pode ser então que seja tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Vai saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vá pensando que determinou&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que só o amor pode saber&lt;br /&gt;Só porque disse que não me quer&lt;br /&gt;Não quer dizer que não vá querer&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo o que se sabe do amor&lt;br /&gt;É que ele gosta muito de se dar&lt;br /&gt;E pode aparecer onde ninguém ousaria se pôr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque disse que de mim não pode gostar&lt;br /&gt;Não quer dizer que não tenha o que considerar&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem, pode mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Chegar a se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;E pode ser então que seja tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;Vai saber?&lt;br /&gt;Vai saber?&lt;br /&gt;Vai saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vá pensando que determinou&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que só o amor pode saber&lt;br /&gt;Só porque disse que não me quer&lt;br /&gt;Não quer dizer que não vá querer&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo o que se sabe do amor&lt;br /&gt;É que ele gosta muito de jogar&lt;br /&gt;E pode aparecer onde ninguém ousaria supor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque disse que de mim não pode gostar&lt;br /&gt;Não quer dizer que não venha a reconsiderar&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem, pode mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Chegar a se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;E pode ser então que seja tarde demais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-9091965494901979468?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9091965494901979468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/vai-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/9091965494901979468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/9091965494901979468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/09/vai-saber.html' title='Vai saber'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-6152321836744569479</id><published>2009-02-09T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:51:36.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novo'/><title type='text'>eterna espera</title><content type='html'>empedreci,&lt;br /&gt;meu coração é todo marmore.&lt;br /&gt;pedra branca, que me endurece o corpo e a alma.&lt;br /&gt;quando você vem?&lt;br /&gt;minha pedra derrete, como um sorvete esquecido na mão de algum namorado,&lt;br /&gt;que vê sua amada chegar.&lt;br /&gt;é na areia que cai do peito,&lt;br /&gt;de uma ampulheta que nunca para de derramar.&lt;br /&gt;contando eternamente o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;que aguardo sua chegada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-5798537358322519340</id><published>2009-02-04T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:12:28.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SYmUFiBrppI/AAAAAAAAABA/_yTmq6y-EPw/s1600-h/DSC04636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SYmUFiBrppI/AAAAAAAAABA/_yTmq6y-EPw/s320/DSC04636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298929259332216466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SYmUFiBrppI/AAAAAAAAABA/_yTmq6y-EPw/s72-c/DSC04636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-5834171264518958152</id><published>2009-02-04T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:58:31.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afogando mágoas</title><content type='html'>meu riso hoje é fraco, porém, é franco.&lt;br /&gt;minhas pernas não sabem o caminho que devem seguir,&lt;br /&gt;elas apenas me levam, e eu vou&lt;br /&gt;vou como um bicho solto que desesperado corre atrás da caça.&lt;br /&gt;uma fome de você se instaurou em mim como um cometa quente que abre espaço no céu.&lt;br /&gt;preenche esse vazio que deixaram em meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;espero que você possa absorver essa dor que teima em não sair de mim.&lt;br /&gt;cuida do meu coração, ele ainda é fraco e muito criança pra suportar a dor do amor.&lt;br /&gt;nesse oceano de sensações eu me largo.&lt;br /&gt;Pena que eu ainda não sei nadar.&lt;br /&gt;ME ENSINA?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-5834171264518958152?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5834171264518958152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/afogando-magoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/5834171264518958152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/5834171264518958152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/afogando-magoas.html' title='Afogando mágoas'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-1492595439736046533</id><published>2009-02-03T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:42:19.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suor e saliva</title><content type='html'>nossos corpos se encontram.&lt;br /&gt;arrepio que corre no peito e no resto.&lt;br /&gt;desce calma a tensão, como se a lingua fosse um universo inteiro e nela resido.&lt;br /&gt;não sei se a minha ou a sua,&lt;br /&gt;penso que ambas, juntas, una, uma, única.&lt;br /&gt;tudo molhado de sal, &lt;br /&gt;a razão já não existe(ela não se faz nescessaria)&lt;br /&gt;nem existe eu.&lt;br /&gt;nem existe corpo,&lt;br /&gt;só paixão, calor, e cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;tua lingua.&lt;br /&gt;eu&lt;br /&gt;nós&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-1492595439736046533?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1492595439736046533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/suor-e-saliva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/1492595439736046533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/1492595439736046533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/suor-e-saliva.html' title='Suor e saliva'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-4576102304133137609</id><published>2009-01-30T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:26:59.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De pepito para vc.'/><title type='text'>LEUMAS</title><content type='html'>Querer o teu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Abrir-te_comer-te.&lt;br /&gt;Teu cérebro em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Sorver-te em linhas, letras e palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Degustar seus versos.&lt;br /&gt;Ilminar o meu caminh com os brilhos de teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Entorpecer meu ar.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar nos livros tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;Dançar com tua cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar o Nietzche de seus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;Deitar contos de fadas em seus cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;E despertar a bruxa má do teu sexo.&lt;br /&gt;PRAZER.&lt;br /&gt;       DOR.&lt;br /&gt;           GRITAR.&lt;br /&gt;                  BUTOH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-4576102304133137609?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4576102304133137609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/leumas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/4576102304133137609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/4576102304133137609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/leumas.html' title='LEUMAS'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-6140183746840382770</id><published>2009-01-30T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:24:02.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fenix'/><title type='text'>Reconstruindo mundos</title><content type='html'>quando se percebe que uma nova pessoa entrou em nossa vida, temos que abrir bem as janelas pra que a luz que ela tras possa brilhar intensamente dentro do nosso corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Pra iluminar a alma não é nescessario muita coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho doce e uma palavra bem dita.&lt;br /&gt;disso vive o coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-6140183746840382770?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/6140183746840382770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/reconstruindo-mundos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/6140183746840382770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/6140183746840382770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/reconstruindo-mundos.html' title='Reconstruindo mundos'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-2104876126464638383</id><published>2009-01-28T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:15:18.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda vivo.</title><content type='html'>Largos dilaceramentos na carne ainda quente.&lt;br /&gt;que pulsava como se todo um turbilhão de sentimentos ainda pudesse ser guardado dentrofora de sí.&lt;br /&gt;ele andava em pensamentos perguntando-se quando aquilo terminaria.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca terminaria, cada passo em pensamento era mais um pedaço seu que ficava pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;seu carrasco era ele mesmo, os outros não foram capazes de perseber.&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu coração parou todos sentiram pena. pena de sí mesmos. &lt;br /&gt;E ele lá de cima abençoava.&lt;br /&gt;perdoai-os pai, eles não sabem nem quem são.&lt;br /&gt;só sabem o que fazem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-2104876126464638383?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2104876126464638383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/ainda-vivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/2104876126464638383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/2104876126464638383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/ainda-vivo.html' title='Ainda vivo.'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-1088208130165952696</id><published>2009-01-25T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:12:26.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feridas e cicatrizes'/><title type='text'>Sangrando</title><content type='html'>O sangue que escorreu de mim,&lt;br /&gt;não esvaía minha vida, mas minha dor.&lt;br /&gt;Agora seguro meu destino com as duas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Só eu.&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo que é meu amigo, me disse que eu vou ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;só tenho que aprender a esperar.&lt;div 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title='Sangrando'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-9167114044762217683</id><published>2009-01-23T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:41:47.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novo de novo'/><title type='text'>Ladrão da dor</title><content type='html'>Sopra vento.&lt;br /&gt;Leva pra ela a boca seca e a amargura que dentro de mim saiu.&lt;br /&gt;Devolve com cuidado, pra não quebrar.&lt;br /&gt;O espelho me disse que dentro de mim tem um ser que sou eu, ele precisa sair.&lt;br /&gt;Salvo pela ponta do perfume que sugou minha alma garganta a dentro, me perco.&lt;br /&gt;É certo que a dor que foi , um dia volta. Se voltar inteiro eu coloco no vidro e mando de volta.&lt;br /&gt;fica o dito pelo não dito,&lt;br /&gt;e as palavras que cairam no chão,&lt;br /&gt;eu não as cato mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-9167114044762217683?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/9167114044762217683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/ladro-da-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/9167114044762217683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/9167114044762217683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/ladro-da-dor.html' title='Ladrão da dor'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-2531405881747766425</id><published>2009-01-21T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:10:44.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acho que o céu está chorando o nosso fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-2531405881747766425?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2531405881747766425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/acho-que-o-cu-est-chorando-o-nosso-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/2531405881747766425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/2531405881747766425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/acho-que-o-cu-est-chorando-o-nosso-fim.html' title='Acho que o céu está chorando o nosso fim...'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-5918835924095019001</id><published>2009-01-21T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:55:56.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>Amigo é pra essas coisas</title><content type='html'>Dentro de mim mora um anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Ele me inspira e me mata.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos ele cria suas raízes e me sufoca.&lt;br /&gt;Perco as forças e já não me sinto existir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho aqueles, que num turbilhão de forças me levantam,&lt;br /&gt;me sacodem e me obrigam a caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado meus amigos pelas forças que me deram e aos apoios que me foram.&lt;br /&gt;Minha asa está partida e não consigo voar, mas vocês me carregam em seus braços, e daqui de cima,&lt;br /&gt;TUDO FICA MAIS BONITO.&lt;br /&gt;Amo vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-5918835924095019001?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5918835924095019001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigo-pra-essas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/5918835924095019001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507631643207181281/posts/default/5918835924095019001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigo-pra-essas-coisas.html' title='Amigo é pra essas coisas'/><author><name>Jardineiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828377968350187705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-1538273383541461864</id><published>2009-01-16T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:44:51.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>SEPARAÇÃO DE BENS</title><content type='html'>Meus gostos&lt;br /&gt;quero de volta,&lt;br /&gt;é meu e eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Minha confiança,&lt;br /&gt;meus medos,&lt;br /&gt;meus jeitos e &lt;br /&gt;meus segredos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica com a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;os modos,&lt;br /&gt;meus entes queridos&lt;br /&gt;tão mal compartilhados por quem devia,&lt;br /&gt;hoje são mais teus do que meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que não queira os cheiros.&lt;br /&gt;E as saudade que deixará de lado, as levo eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se dividem as alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;com as lembranças eu não sei como faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide no meio as receitas,&lt;br /&gt;o lado do leito,&lt;br /&gt;e as composições que eram clássicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero minha música,&lt;br /&gt;fica com o teu som.&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza e os restos?&lt;br /&gt;fica com elas ou deixa-as para trás,&lt;br /&gt;e que o inverno os decomponha em novos versos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-1538273383541461864?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGWsy8giagc/SXdxNR8z8uI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9Y6j_LRUQFM/S220/DSC03709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507631643207181281.post-4080072259828221391</id><published>2009-01-11T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:05:32.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanessa da mata'/><title type='text'>pra sofrer um pouquinho</title><content type='html'>Nosso sonho&lt;br /&gt;Se perdeu no fio da vida.&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou embora&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais feridas,&lt;br /&gt;Sem despedidas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ver o mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se voltar desejos&lt;br /&gt;Ou se eles foram mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Lembre da nossa música,&lt;br /&gt;Música.&lt;br /&gt;Se lembrar dos tempos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos nossos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Lembre da nossa música,&lt;br /&gt;Música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Já desbotadas.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos beijos de outrora&lt;br 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encontrar&lt;br /&gt;e apenas em ti me encontro&lt;br /&gt;engulo-te os gostos e já não gosto mais de nada&lt;br /&gt;nem de ti&lt;br /&gt;cuspo-o&lt;br /&gt;gorfo você por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;mais inteiro do que éras&lt;br /&gt;porque agora e para sempre estou em ti&lt;br /&gt;assim como não estás mais em mim.&lt;br /&gt;sangue e medo?&lt;br /&gt;já não os tenho mais!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-5148393640991785930?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5148393640991785930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/pequeno-almoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mesmo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi parida mas foi gerada&lt;br /&gt;gerada morta.&lt;br /&gt;Viva apénas no além de sonho e espuma.&lt;br /&gt;espuma branca como sua pele,&lt;br /&gt;seu rosto esculpido na mais linda pedra,&lt;br /&gt;pedra negra da lua que reflete apenas o branco de sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;alma viva, pele morta.&lt;br /&gt;musa, rainha e inspiração&lt;br /&gt;seca dura e fria,&lt;br /&gt;carne morta que não apodrece&lt;br /&gt;pulsa&lt;br /&gt;pedra&lt;br /&gt;viva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507631643207181281-8917566822404754950?l=rostodemarmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/feeds/8917566822404754950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rostodemarmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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