<?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-4154045669030506395</id><updated>2011-12-07T16:39:35.084-02:00</updated><category term='Mário Quintana'/><category term='Li e Gostei'/><category term='Chico Xavier'/><category term='Clarice Lispector'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='Nil Coelho'/><category term='Minhas músicas'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='William shakespeare'/><category term='Pablo Neruda'/><category term='Poemas e Poesias'/><category term='Gibran Khalil Gibran'/><category term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><category term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><category term='Também penso assim'/><category term='Amável'/><title type='text'>A renúncia liberta!</title><subtitle type='html'>"Cada um que passa em nossa vida, passa sozinho, pois cada pessoa é única e nenhuma substitui a outra. Cada um que passa em nossa vida, passa sozinho, mas quando parte, nunca vai só nem nos deixa a sós. Leva um pouco de nós, deixa um pouco de si mesmo. Há os que levam muito, mas não há os que não levam nada".
[Gibran Khalil Gibran]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3882782010904893982</id><published>2011-12-07T16:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:39:35.092-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ótimo livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UnyKH8uyCQ/Tt-yd95cXiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cBo52vnUioQ/s1600/o-nome-da-rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683457482666303010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UnyKH8uyCQ/Tt-yd95cXiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cBo52vnUioQ/s320/o-nome-da-rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Talvez a tarefa de quem ama os homens seja fazer rir da verdade porque a única verdade é aprendermos a nos libertar da paixão insana pela verdade"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umberto Eco - O Nome da Rosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3882782010904893982?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3882782010904893982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3882782010904893982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3882782010904893982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3882782010904893982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2011/12/otimo-livro.html' title='Ótimo livro'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UnyKH8uyCQ/Tt-yd95cXiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cBo52vnUioQ/s72-c/o-nome-da-rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-1119438610602435668</id><published>2011-12-02T16:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:46:31.089-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThaejOsCMYc/TtkcqtNvxxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/LbadWqNoR6Q/s1600/a-cabana-livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681603924921927442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThaejOsCMYc/TtkcqtNvxxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/LbadWqNoR6Q/s320/a-cabana-livro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;" A maioria dos pássaros foi criada para voar. Para eles, ficar no solo é uma limitação de sua capacidade de voar, e não o contrário. Você, por outro lado, foi criado para ser amado. Assim, para você, viver como se não fosse amado é uma limitação, e não o contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Viver sem ser amado é como cortar as asas de um pássaro e tirar sua capacidade de voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A dor tem a capacidade de cortar nossas asas e nos impedir de voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O amor não é a limitação. O amor é o vôo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Livro: A Cabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-1119438610602435668?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1119438610602435668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=1119438610602435668' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1119438610602435668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1119438610602435668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2011/12/maioria-dos-passaros-foi-criada-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ThaejOsCMYc/TtkcqtNvxxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/LbadWqNoR6Q/s72-c/a-cabana-livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3686141353419913169</id><published>2011-11-09T22:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:55:47.955-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbC8JlwR9_E/Trsgw-ULR-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/7AIze2J6xzU/s1600/my%2Blove.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673164181336704994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbC8JlwR9_E/Trsgw-ULR-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/7AIze2J6xzU/s320/my%2Blove.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anjo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo na sua ausência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz-me sentir tão forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te tanto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3686141353419913169?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3686141353419913169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3686141353419913169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3686141353419913169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3686141353419913169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2011/11/anjo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbC8JlwR9_E/Trsgw-ULR-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/7AIze2J6xzU/s72-c/my%2Blove.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7455430862039092729</id><published>2011-11-09T17:02:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:48:53.856-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RECEBI SERENATA COM ESSA MÚSICA HOJE...ADOREI!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6y6rUCHL10/TrscIhw5aOI/AAAAAAAAAv4/4OfQQdH4E5w/s1600/Vida.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8FinW6HmzQ/TrseOxTwQ7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/ciTrMFTwIY4/s1600/imagesCAW4I4Q7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7x9ZjRxY1C4/TrrV-1IQbZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/kcjhwil9jFM/s1600/Love%2Band%2Bme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673081956016876946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7x9ZjRxY1C4/TrrV-1IQbZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/kcjhwil9jFM/s320/Love%2Band%2Bme.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É Madrugada eu estou tão sozinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô precisando de você junto a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não sei o que você está fazendo agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se pensa em mim e chora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou está nem aí&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sinto por você é amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me desculpa por favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu te magoei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou te deixar tão sozinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te acho tão linda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por você me apaixonei&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria te dar as estrelas do céu e o mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poder te roubar pra ninguém te encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer uma canção de amor e cantar pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo e jamais eu vou te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria te dar as estrelas do céu e o mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poder te roubar pra ninguém te encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer uma canção de amor e cantar pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo e jamais eu vou te esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calcinha Preta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7455430862039092729?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7455430862039092729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7455430862039092729' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4768716702561525670</id><published>2011-10-17T20:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:36:38.050-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zeol7qdWhB4/TpytZiVCCTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QV-mmK6AmqU/s1600/olhos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593085548595506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zeol7qdWhB4/TpytZiVCCTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QV-mmK6AmqU/s320/olhos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4768716702561525670?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zeol7qdWhB4/TpytZiVCCTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QV-mmK6AmqU/s72-c/olhos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7738622596942841324</id><published>2011-10-03T16:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T17:01:30.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaQ47dsFAKE/TooUW4nYIrI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mMFT3MA3nmc/s1600/adeus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659358265131672242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaQ47dsFAKE/TooUW4nYIrI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mMFT3MA3nmc/s320/adeus3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não aprendi dizer adeus, não sei se vou me acostumar...mas tenho que aceitar que amores vem e vão, são aves de verão, se tens que me deixar que seja então FELIZ"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7738622596942841324?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7738622596942841324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7738622596942841324' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7738622596942841324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7738622596942841324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-aprendi-dizer-adeus-nao-sei-se-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CaQ47dsFAKE/TooUW4nYIrI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mMFT3MA3nmc/s72-c/adeus3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-6007707710194875607</id><published>2011-06-24T12:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:34:29.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você Sabia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rN5KjV3xpus/TgSt4eUyCcI/AAAAAAAAAuc/PKA_CkG_skI/s1600/7799lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rN5KjV3xpus/TgSt4eUyCcI/AAAAAAAAAuc/PKA_CkG_skI/s320/7799lagrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621809420589730242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ninguém como você sabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que dentro do meu peito estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um coração que amava e por você sorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Até que você foi embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixou de vez o meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quem sorria, agora chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dessa nossa história vou lembrar sozinha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Composição: Victor Chaves / Leo Chave&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-6007707710194875607?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/6007707710194875607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=6007707710194875607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6007707710194875607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6007707710194875607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2011/06/voce-sabia.html' title='Você Sabia'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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204);"&gt;Suspicious Minds&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're caught in a trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't walk out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I love you too much baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you're doing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you don't believe a word I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can't go on together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With suspicious minds (suspicious minds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we can't build our dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On suspicious minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, if an old friend I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drops by to say hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would I still see suspicion in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here we go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asking where I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't see these tears are real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm crying (these crying)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can't go on together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With suspicious minds (suspicious minds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we can't build our dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On suspicious minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, let our love survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or dry the tears from your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's don't let a good thing die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When honey, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never lied to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're caught in a trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't walk out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I love you too much baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you're doing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you don't believe a word I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're caught in a trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't walk out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I love you too much baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're caught in a trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't walk out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I love you too much baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-5351238573762809379?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5351238573762809379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=5351238573762809379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-543910805957852761</id><published>2011-06-19T09:25:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:42:15.552-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas músicas'/><title type='text'>Coração Pirata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goLHOdBi3OU/Tf3taFsmToI/AAAAAAAAAuE/v6itiWq8skE/s1600/Nil4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goLHOdBi3OU/Tf3taFsmToI/AAAAAAAAAuE/v6itiWq8skE/s320/Nil4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619908942489865858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Quando a paixão não dá certo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Não há porque me culpar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu não me permito chorar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Já não vai adiantar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;E recomeço do zero sem reclamar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;O meu coração pirata toma tudo pela frente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mas a alma adivinha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;O preço que cobram da gente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;E fico sozinha...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Levo a vida como eu quero&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Estou sempre com a razão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu jamais me desespero&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sou dono do meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ah! O espelho me disse&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Você não mudou...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sou amante do sucesso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nele eu mando, nunca peço&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu compro o que a infância sonhou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Se errar, eu não confesso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Eu sei bem quem eu sou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;E nunca me dou!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Composição : Nando - Aldir Blanc&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-543910805957852761?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/543910805957852761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=543910805957852761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/543910805957852761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/543910805957852761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2011/06/coracao-pirata.html' title='Coração Pirata'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goLHOdBi3OU/Tf3taFsmToI/AAAAAAAAAuE/v6itiWq8skE/s72-c/Nil4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-6343099447277864782</id><published>2010-06-01T09:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:55:38.231-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TAUDDxzDGSI/AAAAAAAAArM/O0n5Wycot_8/s1600/Variadas+00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477787885208017186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TAUDDxzDGSI/AAAAAAAAArM/O0n5Wycot_8/s320/Variadas+00811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "O mundo julga pelas aparências e quase sempre se engana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa João XXII&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-6343099447277864782?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/6343099447277864782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=6343099447277864782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6343099447277864782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6343099447277864782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-mundo-julga-pelas-aparencias-e-quase.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TAUDDxzDGSI/AAAAAAAAArM/O0n5Wycot_8/s72-c/Variadas+00811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7376418443344255461</id><published>2010-06-01T09:06:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:12:09.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TAUHFmgG0nI/AAAAAAAAArk/vLoSu3Y9T50/s1600/Nil+0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477792314582028914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TAUHFmgG0nI/AAAAAAAAArk/vLoSu3Y9T50/s320/Nil+0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Enquanto a cor da pele for mais importante que o brilho dos olhos, haverá guerra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7376418443344255461?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7376418443344255461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7376418443344255461' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7376418443344255461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7376418443344255461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2010/06/enquanto-cor-da-pele-for-mais_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TAUHFmgG0nI/AAAAAAAAArk/vLoSu3Y9T50/s72-c/Nil+0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3135182087482031635</id><published>2010-05-27T17:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:28:30.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S_7V2-8weoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/9CZ5Bz5zKs0/s1600/Me1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S_7V2-8weoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/9CZ5Bz5zKs0/s320/Me1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476049337516587650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Não se pode ensinar alguma coisa a um homem; apenas ajudá-lo a encontrá-lo dentro de si mesmo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galileu Galilei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3135182087482031635?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3135182087482031635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3135182087482031635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3135182087482031635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3135182087482031635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-se-pode-ensinar-alguma-coisa-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S_7V2-8weoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/9CZ5Bz5zKs0/s72-c/Me1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-592979181941084591</id><published>2010-05-25T16:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:56:28.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S_wrWhrbrSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IyvtsCANu_A/s1600/DSC066151.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/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S_wrWhrbrSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IyvtsCANu_A/s320/DSC066151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475298912973335842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fico triste quando alguém me ofende, mas, com certeza, eu ficaria mais triste se fosse eu o ofensor... Magoar alguém é terrível!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-592979181941084591?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/592979181941084591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=592979181941084591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/592979181941084591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/592979181941084591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2010/05/fico-triste-quando-alguem-me-ofende-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S_wrWhrbrSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/IyvtsCANu_A/s72-c/DSC066151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8444689111360679319</id><published>2010-04-20T14:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:30:40.547-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'>Livro que adoro!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S83xB3xc9MI/AAAAAAAAApY/z9fayfKAgQY/s1600/queda+para+o+alto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462286937523811522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S83xB3xc9MI/AAAAAAAAApY/z9fayfKAgQY/s320/queda+para+o+alto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Fiz de minha vida um enorme palco, sem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt; para a peça em cartaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sem ninguém para aplaudir esse meu pranto que vai pingando e uma poça no palco se faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Palco triste é esse meu mundo desabitado, solitário me apresento como astro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Astro que chora, ri e se curva à derrota. E derrotado, muito mais astro me faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E todo mundo reparou no meu olhar triste, mas todo mundo já estava cansado de ver isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E todo mundo se esqueceu de minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estreia&lt;/span&gt;, pois todo mundo tinha um compromisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mas um dia meu palco escuro continuou e muita gente curiosa veio me ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Viram no palco um corpo já estendido. Eram meus fãs que vieram para me ver morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Esta noite foi a noite em que virei astro. A multidão estava lá, atenta como eu queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Suspirei eterna e vitoriosamente, pois ali o personagem nascia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E eu a todo mundo com minha solidão morria".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Herzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8444689111360679319?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8444689111360679319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8444689111360679319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8444689111360679319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8444689111360679319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2010/04/fiz-de-minha-vida-um-enorme-palco-sem.html' title='Livro que adoro!!'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S83xB3xc9MI/AAAAAAAAApY/z9fayfKAgQY/s72-c/queda+para+o+alto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3582482460541347023</id><published>2010-04-12T13:16:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:07:13.788-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S8NhRK9QVtI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ynj2s_Vg0NA/s1600/AMOR6_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459314120930121426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S8NhRK9QVtI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ynj2s_Vg0NA/s320/AMOR6_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S8NWo2Ps9TI/AAAAAAAAApI/dFnqIAMO-s8/s1600/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O Obstáculo é a prova benéfica da superação das nossas próprias fraquezas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Francisco C. Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3582482460541347023?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3582482460541347023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3582482460541347023' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3582482460541347023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Coelho'/><title type='text'>Sozinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S60LydfUJnI/AAAAAAAAAow/wv472CuyPP4/s1600/080_fazdeconta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453027685352875634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S60LydfUJnI/AAAAAAAAAow/wv472CuyPP4/s320/080_fazdeconta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha mente está a procura do nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa melancolia em que me vejo outra vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma noite acordada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como a lua no céu que vive sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Rodeada de estrelas brilhantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sem nenhum carinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da minha janela, enquanto descando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contemplo-a em seu quarto minguante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A espera de um amante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És a pupila do tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na ciranda das horas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que passa sozinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No espetáculo que vejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece uma vitrine suspensa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como a jóia mais rara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As nuvens em movimentos desordenados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abandonam-ti na madrugada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixando a noite e eu amarguradas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8211418032375776970?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S60LydfUJnI/AAAAAAAAAow/wv472CuyPP4/s72-c/080_fazdeconta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-743171454137855757</id><published>2010-03-26T14:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:52:37.449-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S6zzJmTt-YI/AAAAAAAAAoo/BykRhlJ7wII/s1600/251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453000595066452354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/S6zzJmTt-YI/AAAAAAAAAoo/BykRhlJ7wII/s320/251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         Se erraste, pensa no auxílio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         que podes prestar aos outros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         e corrige-te trabalhando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         Não te condenes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         Serve mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         Deus nos compreende.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emmanuel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-743171454137855757?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/743171454137855757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=743171454137855757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/743171454137855757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/743171454137855757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeCWzpFTAJo/TfjtZ1QFmwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DoL_TeTVO-Q/s1600/me2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618501563191761666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeCWzpFTAJo/TfjtZ1QFmwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DoL_TeTVO-Q/s320/me2365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero tocar-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a delicadeza de uma rosa ao nascer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Despertar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para uma vida que deixou de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero seduzir-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dos teus lábios ver um sorriso esplandecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Depois beijar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com suavidade, levando-te ao prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero dizer no seu ouvido palavras que irão te enlouquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Acaricar seu corpo até seu sangue ferver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mostrar que só tu és meu bem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar-te como só eu eximiamente sei fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ouvir sua voz em delírio me prometer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que da minha vida nunca mais vais desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu também não te farei sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todos os obstáculos nós poderemos vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou adormecer em teus braços até o amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Farei poemas só pra ti no entardecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quando a noite chegar estarei ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para sempre te proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-903976428022027270?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/903976428022027270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=903976428022027270' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/903976428022027270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/903976428022027270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2010/03/vida.html' title='Só pra você'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeCWzpFTAJo/TfjtZ1QFmwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DoL_TeTVO-Q/s72-c/me2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2941105913371502399</id><published>2009-09-22T16:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:13:09.430-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/Srkg-mVuBHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/eW6Oz1zstnk/s1600-h/Eu56.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384371089313760370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/Srkg-mVuBHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/eW6Oz1zstnk/s320/Eu56.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Olhe, tenho uma alma muito prolixa e uso poucas palavras. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou irritável e firo facilmente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Também sou muito calma e perdôo logo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não esqueço nunca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas há poucas coisas de que eu me lembre."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-2941105913371502399?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2941105913371502399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=2941105913371502399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2941105913371502399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2941105913371502399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2009/09/olhe-tenho-uma-alma-muito-prolixa-e-uso.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/Srkg-mVuBHI/AAAAAAAAAn8/eW6Oz1zstnk/s72-c/Eu56.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5298145133541746275</id><published>2009-09-22T15:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:01:04.401-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'>Estima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384366963314694834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SrkdOby4mrI/AAAAAAAAAn0/M-mwekje4c8/s320/48106_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que sinto tal apreço?&lt;br /&gt;Quando me pego pensando em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Da sua beleza farta ao me olhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu sorriso ardente... Queima-me,&lt;br /&gt;Então continuo fixa nesse doce pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Por que quando sorri fico sem graça?&lt;br /&gt;Desajeitada... Quando ficas a me olhar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que quando me elogias,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho respostas espetaculosas?&lt;br /&gt;E fico até vermelha... Atrapalhada!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque sua simples presença,&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me mudar os sentidos de ser...&lt;br /&gt;E me tropeço nas minhas próprias palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Por que como menina, volto pra casa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como quem ganha um grande presente...&lt;br /&gt;Rosto amadurecido e olhar de criança&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos presos, como ave na gaiola.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medo de me soltar nesse vôo e perder.&lt;br /&gt;Nos pressupostos valores morais.&lt;br /&gt;Deste modo, impede de voar...&lt;br /&gt;Penso eu... Será que no céu, faz-se assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valores que deverão preservar?&lt;br /&gt;A gente deixar de viver o desabrochar?...&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena? Ah! Menino lindo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lábios fartos de carência,&lt;br /&gt;De sorriso maluco... E tão insano.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria que não houvesse tal lei!&lt;br /&gt;E nem proibidos ardil de amores!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E... Ser dona por um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Do que guardas de tão sagrado em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sabores, essa erupção em chamas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poema: Ros@lions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-5298145133541746275?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5298145133541746275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=5298145133541746275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5298145133541746275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5298145133541746275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2009/09/estima.html' title='Estima...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SrkdOby4mrI/AAAAAAAAAn0/M-mwekje4c8/s72-c/48106_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8303018602748386437</id><published>2009-02-05T16:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:23:12.239-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Vida nossa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYst5PCVpVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/f1wQ9zepW34/s1600-h/65.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299379847843652946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYst5PCVpVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/f1wQ9zepW34/s320/65.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vida nossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O homem em sua essência&lt;br /&gt;Vem D’alma para a “vida”&lt;br /&gt;Possui em suma, uma estrutura triúna.&lt;br /&gt;Fecundidade divina, concebida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre de ser, espírito, alma e corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ruach - Espírito traduzido pelo “sopro”&lt;br /&gt;Psyché - Alma que se faz por “vida”&lt;br /&gt;Corpo, presente que transita "o escopo"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as paixões e desejos,&lt;br /&gt;Tornam-se nele, subjetivas as graças “Divinas”&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida, em tudo consiste no aprender&lt;br /&gt;Para alcançar uma "vida de glórias"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O “sopro da vida” almas e espíritos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ato consumado do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que é uma disposição da alma,&lt;br /&gt;Na busca da plenitude do corpo,&lt;br /&gt;No qual ela própria habita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triúna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpo...&lt;br /&gt;...alma "Psyché"&lt;br /&gt;...espírito "Ruach"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No “sopro da vida”&lt;br /&gt;Feitos para amar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8303018602748386437?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8303018602748386437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8303018602748386437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8303018602748386437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8303018602748386437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-nossa.html' title='Vida nossa'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYst5PCVpVI/AAAAAAAAAi0/f1wQ9zepW34/s72-c/65.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2328436894497377539</id><published>2009-02-05T10:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:01:36.149-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYris57KI6I/AAAAAAAAAis/sDIkTnnza8g/s1600-h/angel50n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299297172645880738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYris57KI6I/AAAAAAAAAis/sDIkTnnza8g/s320/angel50n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha alma desvairada&lt;br /&gt;Pelas colinas corre!...&lt;br /&gt;Numa corrida desenfreada&lt;br /&gt;Cai no vale e morre!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu espírito a acorda&lt;br /&gt;Não!...não é hora de partir&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tens de ficar&lt;br /&gt;Não mais do mundo fugir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fugir da raiva, do ódio&lt;br /&gt;Incompreensão e maldade&lt;br /&gt;Se vangloreiam do alto do pódium&lt;br /&gt;Triste é não haver humildade!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande erro!...pobres seres&lt;br /&gt;Todos erramos,&lt;br /&gt;Errados já nascemos&lt;br /&gt;E errados morreremos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-2328436894497377539?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2328436894497377539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=2328436894497377539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2328436894497377539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2328436894497377539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2009/02/minha-alma-desvairada-pelas-colinas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYris57KI6I/AAAAAAAAAis/sDIkTnnza8g/s72-c/angel50n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8035678104725207843</id><published>2009-02-05T10:19:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:40:02.626-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'>As almas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYrbavWqTtI/AAAAAAAAAik/762Im52QRsE/s1600-h/impossiblelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299289163989405394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYrbavWqTtI/AAAAAAAAAik/762Im52QRsE/s320/impossiblelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«(...)As almas gemeas quase nunca se encontram, mas, quando se encontram, abraçam-se. Naqueles momentos em que alguém diz uma coisa, que nunca ouvimos, mas reconhecemos não sei de onde. E em que mergulhamos sem querer, como se estivéssemos a visitar uma verdade que desconfiávamos existir, de onde desconfiamos ter vindo, mas aonde não tínhamos conseguido voltar.O coração sente-se. A alma pressente-se. O coração anda aos saltos dentro do peito, a soluçar como um doido, tão óbvio que chega a chatear. Mas a alma é uma rocha branca onde estão riscados os sinais indeléveis da nossa existência. (...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Gemea não é igual. É parecida. Não é um espelho. É uma janela. Não é um reflexo. É uma refração. (...) O desejo de encontrar uma alma gemea não é o desejo de reafirmarmos a unicidade da nossa existência através de outro que é igual a nós. É precisamente o contrário. É poder descansar dessa demanda. No fundo, todos nós duvidamos que tenhamos uma alma. Senão não falávamos tanto dela.Uma alma gemea é a prova que não estamos sozinhos. (...) O estado normal de duas almas gemeas é o silêncio. Não é o "não ser preciso falar" - é outra foma de falar, que consiste numa alma descansar na outra. Não é a paz dos amantes nem a cumplicidade muda dos amigos. Não precisa de amor nem de amizade para se entender. As almas acharam-se. Não têm passado. Não se esforçaram. Estão. É essa a maior paz do mundo. Como é que um ninho pode ser ninho doutro ninho? Duas almas gemeas podem ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Como é que se reconhece a alma gemea? No abraço. (...) Quando duas almas gemeas se abraçam, sente-se o alívio imenso de não ter de viver. Não há necessidade, nem desejo, nem pensamento. A sensação é de sermos uma alma no ar que reencontrou a sua casa, que voltou finalmente ao seu lugar, como se o outro corpo fosse o nosso que perdêramos desde a nascença. (...) As almas gemeas revelam-se uma à outra. Não são iguais. Mas revelam-se de forma igual. Como se tivesse surgido, de repente, uma língua que só os dois conseguissem falar. (...) Toda a angústia do eu se dissipa. É-se inteira e naturalmente aceite. Sem perguntas. Sem condições. Sem promessas. E mergulha-se no outro como se já não fosse preciso existirmos.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso, Explicações de Português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8035678104725207843?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8035678104725207843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8035678104725207843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8035678104725207843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8035678104725207843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-almas.html' title='As almas'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYrbavWqTtI/AAAAAAAAAik/762Im52QRsE/s72-c/impossiblelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-6394865128107933188</id><published>2009-02-03T07:53:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:39:28.477-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Li e Gostei'/><title type='text'>Anjo de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYgWWPmwdsI/AAAAAAAAAic/uc1rGSeztXs/s1600-h/Hazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298509533003413186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYgWWPmwdsI/AAAAAAAAAic/uc1rGSeztXs/s320/Hazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Era um anjo de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que se perdera dos céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E terra e terra voava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A flecha que o acertara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Partira do arco traidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque as penas q levava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não eram penas de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O Anjo caiu ferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E se viu aos pés rendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do tirano Caçador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;De asa morta e sem esplendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O triste peregrinado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por este vale de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Andou gemendo e chorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vi-o eu o Anjo dos Céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O abandonado de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vi-o eu nessa tropelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que o mundo chama de 'Alegria'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vi-o a taça do prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por seu lábio que tremia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E só Lágrimas beber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ninguém mais na Terra o via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Era só eu que o conhecia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu que já não posso amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quem o havia de salvar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu que numa sepultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me fora vivo enterrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Loucura!Ai cega loucura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Entre os anjos dos céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Faltava um Anjo ao seu Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E remilo ,resgata-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Daquela infâmia salva-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Só a força do amor podia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quem desse Amor há de ama-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Se ninguém o conhecia?Eu Só! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu morto e descrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tive o arrojo atrevido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;De amar um anjo sem luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cravei-o Eu nessa cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Minha alma que renascia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que toda em sua alma pus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E o meu ser se dividia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque 'ele' outra alma não tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Outra alma senão a minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tarde! Tarde o conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque o meu ser perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E 'ele' à vida não volveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas da morte que morri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Também o infeliz morreu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Garret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-6394865128107933188?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/6394865128107933188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=6394865128107933188' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6394865128107933188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6394865128107933188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2009/02/era-um-anjo-de-deus-que-se-perdera-dos.html' title='Anjo de Deus'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SYgWWPmwdsI/AAAAAAAAAic/uc1rGSeztXs/s72-c/Hazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8854956903874069954</id><published>2008-12-15T23:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:22:58.763-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TH5Soe1Q0iI/AAAAAAAAAsA/86Gyv9kNhBU/s1600/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511933849372774946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TH5Soe1Q0iI/AAAAAAAAAsA/86Gyv9kNhBU/s320/me.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A noite se faz silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Um silêncio que traz saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;De um tempo que já passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Aqui neste momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Resta apenas a sobra do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Assombrando meu futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O presente é uma miragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Que faz um caos do meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Retratando sua imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As vezes tenho pressentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Que só há paz na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Que a perda pode tranformar-se em recompensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Quando se ouve a voz da intuição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A felicidade é apena um instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Quando o tempo sopra a meu favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mas, totalmente inconstante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Logo vai embora, deixando apenas dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Atrás do meu desassossego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Acalmo minha pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Me perco em pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Das sobras do que resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Saio da órbita do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Procurando a fórmula do acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nas curvas do infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;E na lógica do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8854956903874069954?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8854956903874069954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8854956903874069954' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8854956903874069954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8854956903874069954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/12/noite-se-faz-silencio-um-silencio-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/TH5Soe1Q0iI/AAAAAAAAAsA/86Gyv9kNhBU/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-742128502107923049</id><published>2008-11-21T00:16:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:33:48.119-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Mulher dos teus poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SSYbBVR1zQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/73bO4d9w8IE/s1600-h/1168978715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270930123589537026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SSYbBVR1zQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/73bO4d9w8IE/s320/1168978715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mulher dos teus poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tu que desvendastes meus segredos,&lt;br /&gt;No sorriso da noite,&lt;br /&gt;Noite sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despida dos medos do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Sem levar coisa alguma,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechei a porta da tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ti desnudarei minh´alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Deixarei todas minhas incertezas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas cores do entardecer,&lt;br /&gt;Vou me entregar nos teus braços,&lt;br /&gt;Num momento do mundo esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus sonhos de certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais as lágrimas da noite,&lt;br /&gt;Quero apenas os versos do alvorecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me espere,&lt;br /&gt;Te encontrarei,&lt;br /&gt;Chegarei num toque suave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que me sintas,&lt;br /&gt;Ouça a voz que te acalma,&lt;br /&gt;E te enche de amor e bem querer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nossa felicidade será plena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Serás o homem dos meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Serei a mulher dos teus poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/11/mulher-dos-teus-poemas.html' title='Mulher dos teus poemas'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SSYbBVR1zQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/73bO4d9w8IE/s72-c/1168978715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4617858475629922338</id><published>2008-11-16T19:18:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:21:11.063-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Se ainda há tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SSCOwMEvz4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_K4NOnGZsUE/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269368522549481346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SSCOwMEvz4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_K4NOnGZsUE/s320/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se ainda há tempo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda que o ontem fosse agora.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o dia não tivesse,&lt;br /&gt;Para os teus olhos amanhecido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que não tivesses,&lt;br /&gt;Na tua vida, a minha vida escolhida,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que fosse por vezes em sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das minhas ilusões, a escolhida.&lt;br /&gt;Linda mulher, mais amada e desejada.&lt;br /&gt;Entre todos os seres da terra... eu pudesse ser !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais privilegiado dos homens,&lt;br /&gt;Para ser dono do amor - dos teus amores,&lt;br /&gt;O mais completo dos sonhos acontecidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que me faltasse tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Faria por completar teus desejosos devaneios,&lt;br /&gt;Teria por vezes, quantas fossem... nascido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu sabes...&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais do que eu mesmo, sei agora.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! se tu não tivesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não teria no teu tempo, me perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, brindaremos com vinhos e sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;A nossa história, as nossas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4617858475629922338?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4617858475629922338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=4617858475629922338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4617858475629922338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4617858475629922338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/11/se-ainda-h-tempo.html' title='Se ainda há tempo...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SSCOwMEvz4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_K4NOnGZsUE/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3894464652501044636</id><published>2008-11-14T16:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:05:32.561-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SR29pUYoTJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tXGlt18tYPk/s1600-h/Nil+Cleing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268575656637648018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SR29pUYoTJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tXGlt18tYPk/s320/Nil+Cleing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não levo ninguém a sério o bastante para odiá-lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Paulo_Francis/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Francis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3894464652501044636?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3894464652501044636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3894464652501044636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3894464652501044636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3894464652501044636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-levo-ningum-srio-o-bastante-para-odi_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SR29pUYoTJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tXGlt18tYPk/s72-c/Nil+Cleing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7385595689647756944</id><published>2008-11-14T15:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:02:42.521-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SR24b_TYoGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/N2n9ZZ1LGeE/s1600-h/Nil02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268569930082066530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SR24b_TYoGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/N2n9ZZ1LGeE/s320/Nil02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda que eu fale todas as línguas dos homens e dos anjos, se não tiver amor, sou como o bronze que soa ou o sino que retine... mesmo que tivesse toda a fé a ponto de, transportar montanhas, se não tiver amor, não serei nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Apóstolo Paulo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Apostolo_Paulo/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Paulo_Francis/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7385595689647756944?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7385595689647756944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7385595689647756944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7385595689647756944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7385595689647756944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-levo-ningum-srio-o-bastante-para-odi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SR24b_TYoGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/N2n9ZZ1LGeE/s72-c/Nil02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2549938737143458603</id><published>2008-11-08T17:24:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:49:19.915-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266371073764513074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SRXoltMgVTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/pY8G3jcHFHw/s320/GetAttachment5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando tu partiste, me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Triste aqui dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tu estás longe&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda vives aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sabes&lt;br /&gt;Quanto eu te amei&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sabes&lt;br /&gt;Que chorei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu muito além longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;Tu que existes para mim&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia&lt;br /&gt;Outro amor eu conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade dormir&lt;br /&gt;Sei cada beijo que eu der há de ser&lt;br /&gt;Em homenagem a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sabes o quanto te amei&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sabes que chorei&lt;br /&gt;Tu muito além longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;Tu que existes para mim&lt;br /&gt;Tu, que sabes que nunca poderei achar alguém igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;E muito além, muito longe daqui, tu esperas por mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde estiver, o que fizer, tudo vai dizer, que estás em mim&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor, amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cedo ou tarde ao teu lado estarei&lt;br /&gt;E esta dor esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo que sou infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Mais me aproximo de ti;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sabes quanto eu te amei&lt;br /&gt;Tu que sabes que chorei&lt;br /&gt;Tu muito além longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;Tu,tu existes para mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composição: Orloff / Kunze / Cleide Dalto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-2549938737143458603?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SRXoltMgVTI/AAAAAAAAAhc/pY8G3jcHFHw/s72-c/GetAttachment5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5031631539722808540</id><published>2008-10-21T16:52:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:29:32.889-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas músicas'/><title type='text'>Words (Tradução)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SQJMAm-0vjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/r9tCiQV8GeQ/s1600-h/Eu+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260850888069922354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SQJMAm-0vjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/r9tCiQV8GeQ/s320/Eu+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorria um sorriso eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um sorriso pode trazê-la para perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jamais me deixe descobrir que você se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Porque isso pode me fazer chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Essas palavras perderam sua glória &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vamos começar uma nova história, agora, meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imediatamente, não haverá nenhuma outra hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E eu posso mostrar pra você todo o meu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fale em palavras eternas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E dedique todas elas pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E eu te darei toda a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu estou aqui se você me chamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você pensa que todas as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que eu digo não são sinceras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;São apenas palavras e palavras são tudo que eu tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pra levar seu coração embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-5031631539722808540?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SQJMAm-0vjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/r9tCiQV8GeQ/s72-c/Eu+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8251535427642633897</id><published>2008-10-19T22:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:02:30.382-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibran Khalil Gibran'/><title type='text'>O Profeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SPvX0KKIppI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Z9mGblKLi9Y/s1600-h/mulher%2520lira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034280965219986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SPvX0KKIppI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Z9mGblKLi9Y/s320/mulher%2520lira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O Profeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amai-vos um ao outro, mas não façais do amor um grilhão:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que haja antes um mar ondulante entre as praias de vossas almas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encheis a taça um do outro, mas não bebais na mesma taça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dai de vosso pão um ao outro, mas não comais do mesmo pedaço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantai e dançai juntos, e sede alegres, mas deixai cada um de vos estar sozinho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim como as cordas da lira são separadas e, no entanto, vibram na mesma harmonia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dai vossos corações, mas não confieis a guarda um do outro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois somente a mão da vida pode conter nossos corações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vivei juntos, mas não vos aconchegueis em demasia;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois as colunas do templo erguem-se separadamente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o carvalho e o cipreste não crescem a sombra um do outro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gibran Khalil Gibran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8251535427642633897?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SPvX0KKIppI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Z9mGblKLi9Y/s72-c/mulher%2520lira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-161430331650747624</id><published>2008-10-04T21:36:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:37:36.139-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Luz da minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOgMVShBrAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PVFjqhOi1eI/s1600-h/Luz+da+minha+vida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253462525214829570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOgMVShBrAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PVFjqhOi1eI/s320/Luz+da+minha+vida.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Luz da minha vida... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Minhas Filhas queridas,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas melhores Amigas,&lt;br /&gt;Mais que tudo é a Luz da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Seus sorrisos são perfeitos...&lt;br /&gt;Perfeitos para todos aqueles&lt;br /&gt;Que estão ao lado de vocês&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais perfeito para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos que sempre iluminaram meus caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;Vocês são meus Anjos de Asas Cintilantes...&lt;br /&gt;A luz que ilumina todo meu Ser...&lt;br /&gt;Vocês são obras primas que Deus me presenteou&lt;br /&gt;Com suas próprias mãos Ele as criou&lt;br /&gt;A cor de sua pele, seus lindos olhos, os seus cabelos,&lt;br /&gt;Cada pedacinho de vocês Ele desenhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada detalhe num gesto de amor&lt;br /&gt;Vocês são lindas demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anjos de puro resplendor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Minhas princesas perfeitas...&lt;br /&gt;Igual a vocês não existem jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anjos meus, preciso saber...&lt;br /&gt;Que tristeza é essa que vejo em teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;O que é esse que tens em tuas asas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que as impede de voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nunca me deixem sem seus sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;Vocês serão sempre minhas crianças&lt;br /&gt;Que me trazem a esperança...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso vê-las novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Brincando,cantando, dançando e gargalhando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venham pra bem perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Que lhes darei muitos motivos&lt;br /&gt;Para se alegrarem...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca quero vê-las sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque vocês são a razão do meu viver .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amo muito vocês (Lê e Mandinha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-161430331650747624?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/161430331650747624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=161430331650747624' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/161430331650747624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/161430331650747624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/luz-da-minha-vida.html' title='Luz da minha vida...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOgMVShBrAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PVFjqhOi1eI/s72-c/Luz+da+minha+vida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3742540608810859270</id><published>2008-10-04T18:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:33:40.759-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas músicas'/><title type='text'>Adoro esta música..."Live To Tell"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SQJM0OqCqJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/JRWnjd1lHhM/s1600-h/Eu+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260851774893500562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SQJM0OqCqJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/JRWnjd1lHhM/s320/Eu+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Letra da música "Live To Tell" (Madonna) traduzida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Viver para Contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu tenho uma história para contar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fica tão difícil de escondê-la direito&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estava preparada para a queda&lt;br /&gt;Cega demais para conseguir enxergar&lt;br /&gt;O que estava escrito no muro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSO:&lt;br /&gt;Um homem pode contar mil mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi bem minha lição&lt;br /&gt;E espero viver para contar o segredo que guardo&lt;br /&gt;Até então ela estará queimando dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei onde a beleza mora&lt;br /&gt;Eu a vi uma vez, conheço o calor que ela dá&lt;br /&gt;A luz que você nunca conseguiria enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Brilha lá dentro, você não pode tirá-la de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSO&lt;br /&gt;A verdade sempre acaba vindo a tona&lt;br /&gt;Você manteve-a bem escondida&lt;br /&gt;Se eu viver para contar o segredo que eu sabia, então&lt;br /&gt;Será que terei essa chance novamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fugisse&lt;br /&gt;Eu não teria força para ir muito longe&lt;br /&gt;Como eles poderiam escutar as batidas do meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai esfriar, o segredo que eu escondo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que vou envelhecer?&lt;br /&gt;Como eles poderiam escutar?&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que eles vão aprender?&lt;br /&gt;Como eles vão saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VERSO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A verdade sempre acaba vindo a tona &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você manteve-a bem escondida&lt;br /&gt;Se eu viver para contar o segredo que eu sabia, então &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Será que terei essa chance novamente?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3742540608810859270?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SQJM0OqCqJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/JRWnjd1lHhM/s72-c/Eu+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8261377733236794487</id><published>2008-10-04T17:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:47:36.735-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SO-itEYzfLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/y9HTzYccANc/s1600-h/kidstop01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255598185320250546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SO-itEYzfLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/y9HTzYccANc/s320/kidstop01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos crianças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando revivemos o passado,&lt;br /&gt;Tornamos-nos crianças outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;E somos ditosos, brincamos de felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois nesse momento incontido,&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso de criança me cativa,&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo faz a minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma transborda meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Teus abraços, minha saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Como todos os dias... te desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eles, serão cheios de virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;Pois delas, tu farás da tua sorte!&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida, nossa infância sem maldade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos encontramos, todas às vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Somos como crianças barafundas...&lt;br /&gt;Que brincam de ser bem-aventuradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo em que podemos ser amados&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa infância de meninos&lt;br /&gt;Como duas crianças inocentes, de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8261377733236794487?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8261377733236794487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8261377733236794487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8261377733236794487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8261377733236794487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/somos-crianas-quando-revivemos-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SO-itEYzfLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/y9HTzYccANc/s72-c/kidstop01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7270673647908930583</id><published>2008-10-04T16:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:59:48.848-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOfKa6Sni-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/JOYgYk14oWg/s1600-h/arcanjo-mickael-internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253390054023728098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOfKa6Sni-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/JOYgYk14oWg/s320/arcanjo-mickael-internet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arcano do ocaso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No sortilégio da noite, mata e beija.&lt;br /&gt;Transborda em mágoas e chora&lt;br /&gt;Chora de dor, chora de amor.&lt;br /&gt;E mata-se por várias vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata saudade, mata bondade,&lt;br /&gt;Desperta prazer e vaidade, sobejam-se.&lt;br /&gt;Num ato que finge ser, de puro amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que se pôde beijar em dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite adentro, traquejam.&lt;br /&gt;Grandes arcanos felinos.&lt;br /&gt;Roubam o que há de ingênuo fadário&lt;br /&gt;Matam o que não devia morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas noites se vão, em pirilampos,&lt;br /&gt;Praticando turbulentas maldades&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando suaves e dignas bondades&lt;br /&gt;Assim, pela noite ainda vai dar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos mistérios que a noite revela,&lt;br /&gt;Estampa, tiram na sorte quem vai,&lt;br /&gt;Transformar inocência em maldade&lt;br /&gt;Chora de dor, faz pensar que é amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite, sem precedentes,&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram da sua candidez, nudez fatal.&lt;br /&gt;Sem piedade, por pura maldade,&lt;br /&gt;Roubaram e mataram seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segredos, da noite sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;Por onde rondavam virtudes&lt;br /&gt;Decepou-se para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Num gesto de pura crueldade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mataram meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma piedade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wolney Tavares (Meu Poeta preferido&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7270673647908930583?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7270673647908930583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7270673647908930583' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5377121683897654389</id><published>2008-10-03T14:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:49:53.151-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>História de Goiatuba Contada em Forma de Poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOZagEMF0sI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wQUhQUmMLgY/s1600-h/cidade_goiatuba1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252985522301031106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOZagEMF0sI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wQUhQUmMLgY/s320/cidade_goiatuba1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;De Bananeiras a Goiatuba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goiatuba nossa,&lt;br /&gt;Minha princesinha cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Bananeiras que já passou, ficando na saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravada na verdade, há mais de um século,&lt;br /&gt;No rincão brasileiro, sul precioso de Goiás.&lt;br /&gt;Na rota dos aguerridos desbravadores.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos que rasgavam pelo nosso sul,&lt;br /&gt;Rumo às Minas dos Guayáses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurgida na rota dos bandeirantes,&lt;br /&gt;Transformado entre outros, Estrada Real.&lt;br /&gt;Surge do descanso, o Pouso das Bananeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Lugarejo de São Sebastião do Pouso Alegre&lt;br /&gt;Originário das ditas paragens de caminheiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde também passavam tropeiros&lt;br /&gt;O nome adotada, por pouco tempo ficou&lt;br /&gt;Outros que aqui aportaram em busca da sorte&lt;br /&gt;Em carros de bois, chegavam trazendo seus valores&lt;br /&gt;Tomaram as margens do Córrego Bananeiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantaram suas casas e casebres,&lt;br /&gt;Em quase todas as direções dali.&lt;br /&gt;Ergueram uma grande cruz de madeira,&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram de primeira, uma missa ao santo rezar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma gleba de terras, doaram ao milagroso padroeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamaram-na de “ São Sebastião das Bananeiras”&lt;br /&gt;Bananeiras de fartura, gados e lavouras.&lt;br /&gt;Da minha terra consagrada, onde se plantou.&lt;br /&gt;Que acolheu ricos e pobres, brancos e negro.&lt;br /&gt;Aventureiros, desbravadores e camaradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D’outros estados vindos, pro villarejo morar.&lt;br /&gt;Gente guerreira, gentílicos das bandas das gerais.&lt;br /&gt;São Sebastião, de Manoel Vicente Rosa&lt;br /&gt;Amigo e compadre de Candido Luiz de Castilho,&lt;br /&gt;Semeadores de esperança, colhedores de abundância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villa de três ruas, assim por todas conhecidas,&lt;br /&gt;Rua de cima, rua do meio e rua de baixo.&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que se sabe há muito tempo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Valorizado pelos moradores, o Engenho de Serra&lt;br /&gt;A primeira luz elétrica já instalada no povoado&lt;br /&gt;Por José Maria Filho comerciante notabilizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos outros detalhes, se tivesse espaço pra contar.&lt;br /&gt;Bastava o córrego atravessar, já se via na margem de lá.&lt;br /&gt;Chácara da Dona Lina de Sousa, marca de mulher audaz&lt;br /&gt;Gente do comércio, homens valentes pela natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Tementes a Deus, outros nem tanto assim faziam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros praticavam da valentia, seu modo de viver&lt;br /&gt;Terras de posses, rincão de Santa Cruz de Goiás.&lt;br /&gt;Donatários e agregados começavam suas fortunas fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Assim Gabinatti apareceu, na minha Bananeira de antes.&lt;br /&gt;Decidiu-se que já era hora de Morrinhos separar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Dr. Pedro Ludovico fez um ofício a elucidar&lt;br /&gt;Pedidos assinados por lideranças que aqui moravam&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Evaristo, homem do povo, sua amizade conquistou.&lt;br /&gt;Nomeado pelo Interventor em novecentos e trinta e um.&lt;br /&gt;Os destinos da Villa, foi o primeiro a governar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Rocha, de ferreiro a austero delegado trabalhador.&lt;br /&gt;Sr. Zote, na construção de Goiânia foi participar.&lt;br /&gt;Diplomado em medicina na Capital do Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Álvaro Xavier, sua profissão veio aqui praticar.&lt;br /&gt;Comerciantes, os Garcia de Minas vieram pra morar.&lt;br /&gt;Tonico Marques, Coronel Lúcio Prado e os Moraes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podia esquecer de tantos diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;Que de tão distante vieram pra obras fazer.&lt;br /&gt;O italiano Tomazotte construiu seu hotel ítalo-brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;O alemão Fritiz que fez o segundo traçado da Villa&lt;br /&gt;Ambos inimigos da Grande II Guerra Mundial&lt;br /&gt;Que por ironia, em Bananeiras fizeram amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Tornaram-se inseparáveis e confidentes companheiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos outros que ajudaram escrever nossa história.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o rio Meio Ponte Afonso Arantes mandou,&lt;br /&gt;Uma ponte de aroeira e outras madeiras construírem&lt;br /&gt;Contratou José Portilho um habilidoso carpinteiro&lt;br /&gt;Em um ano, qualquer lado das margens já podia atravessar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastava algumas moedas simbólicas, ao vigia entregar.&lt;br /&gt;No vau de São Domingos ninguém precisava mais passar.&lt;br /&gt;Povoados de Boa Vista e Bom Jesus começaram aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Gente arrojada, Francisco Evaristo e o povo fez,&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro grupo escolar começou a projetar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do prefeito Glicério Cunha,&lt;br /&gt;A família de Dr. Laudelino homenagem recebeu&lt;br /&gt;Serviu também de palco dos encontros cívicos culturais&lt;br /&gt;Com muito orgulho de geração em geração se tornou.&lt;br /&gt;Bananeiras, “ nossa gente dessa boa terra”, outro nome buscou.&lt;br /&gt;Idéia do Gabinatti, de Gwa yá tuba, para Goiatuba ficou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etimologicamente se fez, “muita gente da mesma raça”&lt;br /&gt;Rancado do peito de um andarilho, dito como louco.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado poeta pelo que via, mandou um dia escrever,&lt;br /&gt;Francisco de Brito no seu livro citou, pode ser Goiatuba&lt;br /&gt;Terras dos Guayáses, “onde Goiás é grande” !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer sorte,&lt;br /&gt;Pouso das Bananeiras, São Sebastião do Pouso Alegre,&lt;br /&gt;São Sebastião das Bananeiras, Bananeiras ou Goiatuba,&lt;br /&gt;Na história ficou governantes e governados,&lt;br /&gt;Amantes e amados por aqui passaram,&lt;br /&gt;Passando ou passará!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-5377121683897654389?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5377121683897654389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=5377121683897654389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5377121683897654389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5377121683897654389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/histria-de-goiatuba-contada-em-forma-de.html' title='História de Goiatuba Contada em Forma de Poema'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOZagEMF0sI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wQUhQUmMLgY/s72-c/cidade_goiatuba1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3742504839795635574</id><published>2008-10-01T19:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:36:36.092-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOQUte9jnGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/FbpVpFnoxdQ/s1600-h/images%5C6_022_image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252345837058759778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOQUte9jnGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/FbpVpFnoxdQ/s320/images%255C6_022_image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESABAFO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho convicção,&lt;br /&gt;Que do mesmo jeito que nasci,&lt;br /&gt;Morrerei...&lt;br /&gt;E algum dia voltarei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é rápida, apesar de parecer lenta,&lt;br /&gt;Saber que viemos para completar um ciclo...&lt;br /&gt;Entender isso e ainda ter fé. É&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; uma dádiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos almas em forma de matéria,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso encaro a vida como transitória...&lt;br /&gt;Como algo importante e por isso mesmo efêmera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha fé é verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;E nela que encontro coragem&lt;br /&gt;O meu Deus não é uma miragem&lt;br /&gt;Que só lembro na hora da dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Deus é todo amor.&lt;br /&gt;Com Ele aprendi a compreender o amor&lt;br /&gt;Ser companheira, amiga presente e amar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, com a vida aprendi magoar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu para o meu amadurecer?&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que não posso viver a ceder&lt;br /&gt;Que preciso aprender a viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque chegará o dia em que voarei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;livremente em alguma direção&lt;br /&gt;E não sei por que razão, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, sei que serei feliz por ir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levarei apenas a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que minha vida valeu a pena...&lt;br /&gt;Que muito construí, mas também destruí,&lt;br /&gt;Que amei muito mais do que odiei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que pedi perdão várias vezes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E perdoei por mais que doesse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não levarei nenhum rancor&lt;br /&gt;Que nesta vida ofereci mais amor do que dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3742504839795635574?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3742504839795635574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3742504839795635574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3742504839795635574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3742504839795635574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/desabafo-tenho-convico-que-do-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOQUte9jnGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/FbpVpFnoxdQ/s72-c/images%255C6_022_image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8616695856539211449</id><published>2008-10-01T16:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:59:02.545-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPWLNJ1rwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TPmtN1V3Vbk/s1600-h/my+mulher+flor+rosa++++++++++webmail[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252277078441963266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPWLNJ1rwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TPmtN1V3Vbk/s320/my+mulher+flor+rosa++++++++++webmail%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando setembro vier...!&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te-ei na primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de flores... claras, rubras e puras.&lt;br /&gt;De grandes amores, setembro no teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te-ei ainda mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando setembro vier, guardado em ti estarei.&lt;br /&gt;Será primavera tua, primavera nua de tanto querer.&lt;br /&gt;Mais bonita que uma flor a desabrochar.&lt;br /&gt;Cada flor pequenina, minha menina.&lt;br /&gt;A tua mocidade, o teu contemplar.&lt;br /&gt;Numa assunção de flores, pétalas e cores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando setembro vier... !&lt;br /&gt;Depois do inverno, vidas concebidas,&lt;br /&gt;Sussurros ocultos, ao surgir de todas as manhãs.&lt;br /&gt;Renascidas, que me encantam e mal sei te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Sem exagero, o quanto mereço... te ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setembro... minha menina, princípio de cada flor&lt;br /&gt;Bailarina, ninfa do meu encantar&lt;br /&gt;Claras, rubras e puras, tudo que eu preciso,&lt;br /&gt;Pois a primavera vai chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Quando setembro vier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te-ei, amar-te-á.&lt;br /&gt;Amaremos...&lt;br /&gt;Assim que setembro vier...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8616695856539211449?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8616695856539211449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8616695856539211449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8616695856539211449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8616695856539211449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPWLNJ1rwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TPmtN1V3Vbk/s72-c/my+mulher+flor+rosa++++++++++webmail%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-1391694785211979285</id><published>2008-10-01T16:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:44:47.867-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Nu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPS-NP0fQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BGsAp9na3L4/s1600-h/foto%20nu_perfil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252273556593868034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPS-NP0fQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BGsAp9na3L4/s320/foto%2520nu_perfil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todos&lt;br /&gt;Por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela versão&lt;br /&gt;Pela ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Pela coerência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todos&lt;br /&gt;Por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Pela idade&lt;br /&gt;Pela força analógica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todos&lt;br /&gt;Por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela flor&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;Por todos nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todos&lt;br /&gt;Por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pelo desejo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-1391694785211979285?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1391694785211979285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=1391694785211979285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1391694785211979285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1391694785211979285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/nu.html' title='Nu'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPS-NP0fQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BGsAp9na3L4/s72-c/foto%2520nu_perfil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7936001384648020354</id><published>2008-10-01T16:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:46:23.821-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Marcas do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPPQkOybOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/F3gGol0pMuE/s1600-h/ampulheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252269473954688226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPPQkOybOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/F3gGol0pMuE/s320/ampulheta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marcas do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o quanto vale&lt;br /&gt;Um coração que pulsa,&lt;br /&gt;Uma ampulheta que marca o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Uma paixão que não revoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;O quanto te gosto,&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo a falta que tu me trazes.&lt;br /&gt;Tua palavra que mede os meus erros,&lt;br /&gt;Teu jeito que cede as minhas qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;A falta que tu me fazes,&lt;br /&gt;Das horas e dias que não passam,&lt;br /&gt;Do momento que não chega pra eu te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei, que existem coisas inexplicáveis,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas incomparáveis, cenas inesquecíveis,&lt;br /&gt;Dias inadiáveis, valores intransferíveis&lt;br /&gt;E momentos inacreditáveis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sei...&lt;br /&gt;Até aprendi começar tudo de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim, pra não te deixar assim.&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar em nós, tu pensares em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;E fico procurando um jeito,&lt;br /&gt;De arrumar qualidades pros nossos defeitos,&lt;br /&gt;Se somos tão iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como poderia não saber,&lt;br /&gt;Se já perdemos e nos encontramos por vezes&lt;br /&gt;Nessa transitoriedade das horas&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz bem viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como poderia não saber...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7936001384648020354?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7936001384648020354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7936001384648020354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7936001384648020354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7936001384648020354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/marcas-do-tempo.html' title='Marcas do tempo'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPPQkOybOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/F3gGol0pMuE/s72-c/ampulheta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4142828216500384588</id><published>2008-10-01T15:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:23:33.364-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Seu jeito de fingir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPN8o28-rI/AAAAAAAAAes/gcH9Pa3Cvis/s1600-h/glitter[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252268032087882418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPN8o28-rI/AAAAAAAAAes/gcH9Pa3Cvis/s320/glitter%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu jeito de fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Minha amiga amada, às vezes passa,&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha rua, só pra tentar me ver.&lt;br /&gt;Finge que não passa, finge que não gosta,&lt;br /&gt;E até pergunta se gosto dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não pudesse responder&lt;br /&gt;Se gosto das duas,&lt;br /&gt;Antes gosto da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer gostar de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finge, que não gosta, finge que não passa&lt;br /&gt;Finge até que é feliz, como sabe fingir!&lt;br /&gt;Diz que, comigo aprendeu amar,&lt;br /&gt;Será que na verdade, finge gostar de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for assim, finge tão bem mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Que chego, no seu fingimento acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Amada... Muitas vezes amiga&lt;br /&gt;Fingir é melhor do que professar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se seu sorriso é tão gostoso&lt;br /&gt;Se seu jeito tinhoso me faz lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se finge gostar de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do seu jeito de gostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunta se gosto de você,&lt;br /&gt;Como não poderei gostar.&lt;br /&gt;Finge que não gosta,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se gosta de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso tinhoso, seu jeito gostoso,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes finge não me conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Finge tudo, só pra depois me ensinar!&lt;br /&gt;Finge todos os dias, finge de verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Finge sem maldade, finge pra me amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4142828216500384588?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4142828216500384588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=4142828216500384588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4142828216500384588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4142828216500384588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/seu-jeito-de-fingir.html' title='Seu jeito de fingir'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPN8o28-rI/AAAAAAAAAes/gcH9Pa3Cvis/s72-c/glitter%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8236916694525489955</id><published>2008-10-01T15:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:39:01.390-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPDckFNcFI/AAAAAAAAAec/5YVJzv_KRz0/s1600-h/29202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252256485933412434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPDckFNcFI/AAAAAAAAAec/5YVJzv_KRz0/s320/29202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silêncio do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir do teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;O que ele tem pra me dizer!&lt;br /&gt;Pois nele está contida a forma,&lt;br /&gt;E todos os segredos do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando num sopro de vida&lt;br /&gt;Deus te fez dentro do meu íntimo,&lt;br /&gt;Onde encontrei no teu jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de essências e realidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa busca constante...&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade de te fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar estrelas, à luz do luar&lt;br /&gt;Por mil razões nossas, todas farão brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim te quero, força e magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;E tu também, virás me buscar.&lt;br /&gt;O que não se pode esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Que veio de ti, a luz pra me encantar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor é fruto do magnânimo&lt;br /&gt;Tange címbalos sonoros e bandurras imaginárias&lt;br /&gt;Numa mistura de céu, terra e mar,&lt;br /&gt;O que há de mais bonito e esplêndido!&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio vale mais do que falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forma da vida, viver!&lt;br /&gt;“Tu sabes me fazer melhor do que sou”&lt;br /&gt;Pois no silêncio, mesmo que não se sabe,&lt;br /&gt;Está contido todo o segredo,&lt;br /&gt;Pra vida fazer viver!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8236916694525489955?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8236916694525489955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8236916694525489955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8236916694525489955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8236916694525489955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/silncio-do-amor-quero-ouvir-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPDckFNcFI/AAAAAAAAAec/5YVJzv_KRz0/s72-c/29202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2157666573594089778</id><published>2008-10-01T15:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:29:53.577-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Luzes do saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPAhI_8lII/AAAAAAAAAeU/sya-DZ8-_gA/s1600-h/lindas25.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252253266028041346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPAhI_8lII/AAAAAAAAAeU/sya-DZ8-_gA/s320/lindas25.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luzes do saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mandei ladrilhar&lt;br /&gt;Com pedrinhas de limpidez&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Só pra te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Toda faceira&lt;br /&gt;Nele pisar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandei construir&lt;br /&gt;Uma fonte com luz que jorra,&lt;br /&gt;Cores rubras de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Com todo meu calor&lt;br /&gt;Pra no inverno te aconchegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No canteiro mais simples&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa paixão!&lt;br /&gt;Mandei plantar&lt;br /&gt;Graciosos “pingos de ouro”&lt;br /&gt;Pra todas as noites&lt;br /&gt;As flores do teu jardim, abrolhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ladrilho à fonte que jorra...&lt;br /&gt;Que, dos teus olhos podem ver,&lt;br /&gt;Uma autêntica e graciosa mulher&lt;br /&gt;Alfobre que te faz conceber&lt;br /&gt;Vidas e luzes do saber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-2157666573594089778?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2157666573594089778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=2157666573594089778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2157666573594089778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2157666573594089778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/luzes-do-saber.html' title='Luzes do saber'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPAhI_8lII/AAAAAAAAAeU/sya-DZ8-_gA/s72-c/lindas25.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2403762892873581392</id><published>2008-10-01T15:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:15:10.197-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Anjo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOO9o_4IMxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/id55cc3Nriw/s1600-h/steps_o_anjo[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252250102483399442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOO9o_4IMxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/id55cc3Nriw/s320/steps_o_anjo%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anjo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Olha-me bem e te verás.&lt;br /&gt;Escuta-me e te ouvirás.&lt;br /&gt;Toca-me e te sentirás”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo !&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo na sua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sentir forte&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo !&lt;br /&gt;Parece até que moramos&lt;br /&gt;Um dentro do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Anjo D’ amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo !&lt;br /&gt;Que aguça meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-te e não vens&lt;br /&gt;Por que te quero ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo !&lt;br /&gt;Dos Anjos, que já me fez dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me faz sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Anjo do amém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjo !&lt;br /&gt;Não tem sexo,&lt;br /&gt;pois habitamos um no outro.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem cor,&lt;br /&gt;pintamos cores infinitamente desejadas.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;complementamos o cheiro da sublimação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4154045669030506395-2403762892873581392?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2403762892873581392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=2403762892873581392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2403762892873581392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2403762892873581392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/anjo.html' title='Anjo!'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOO9o_4IMxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/id55cc3Nriw/s72-c/steps_o_anjo%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-6453680926507124133</id><published>2008-10-01T13:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:00:16.748-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Às vezes sou assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOOr7kH2VMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/g9YppbSRinI/s1600-h/xQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252230630241359042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOOr7kH2VMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/g9YppbSRinI/s320/xQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes sou assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes me dá vontade,&lt;br /&gt;De sentir aquela saudade de ser...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estás distante, mas vontade de que?&lt;br /&gt;Se saudades são tantas, já não preciso ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de sentir, porque só de sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo vira saudade indefinida&lt;br /&gt;Entre o sentir e o meu viver.&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo que, fizesse parte de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrasse outra metade em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe eu seria sorriso puro&lt;br /&gt;Num tom de lagrimas a manar&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo que aconteceu comigo&lt;br /&gt;Fosse experiência pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo fosse algo... sem saber,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe eu seria uma pitada de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão inexplicável sem por quê!&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida não é para ser vivida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sentindo no batuque da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Ou na mais linda valsa, que o coração,&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes pode na vontade, bater!&lt;br /&gt;De sentir aquela saudade de você.&lt;br /&gt;Ou o que há na vida, não é pra se viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes me dá vontade...&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão inexplicável que dá&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo que fizesse parte de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Estivesse bem dentro de ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Woley Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-6453680926507124133?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/6453680926507124133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=6453680926507124133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6453680926507124133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6453680926507124133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-vezes-sou-assim.html' title='Às vezes sou assim'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOOr7kH2VMI/AAAAAAAAAeE/g9YppbSRinI/s72-c/xQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-474740102370144740</id><published>2008-10-01T13:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:18:46.727-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Alma gêmea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOOihuJEbQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8SQpVBtC3B4/s1600-h/sonho%20amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252220290649582850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOOihuJEbQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8SQpVBtC3B4/s320/sonho%2520amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alma gêmea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem dois eu’s,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que te ampara e guia&lt;br /&gt;Outro que te deseja a todo hora,&lt;br /&gt;A todo o momento, todo dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim somos, dois em um.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidadoso, exaltado para te proteger.&lt;br /&gt;Outro que te espera todo dia,&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer jeito, em todo lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, ainda somos dois amantes,&lt;br /&gt;Um veio do passado, outro no presente!&lt;br /&gt;Só não consigo distinguir&lt;br /&gt;Qual deles te vale mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim, pouco importa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não brigam nem te trocam,&lt;br /&gt;Pois entre si, são quase iguais,&lt;br /&gt;No zelo e no amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se isso não te vem aborrecer&lt;br /&gt;Pra que deixar um só te idolatrar&lt;br /&gt;Na sua intimidade confidenciar&lt;br /&gt;Se “os dois”, por inteiro podem ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, se fosse hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Não teria como, um deles te dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Como resguardar-te, só pro outro,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho te namorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, se fosse agora,&lt;br /&gt;Não teria como, um deles te escolher.&lt;br /&gt;Como amar-te, só pro outro,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho te proteger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Quer um conselho,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como te dizer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4154045669030506395-474740102370144740?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/474740102370144740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=474740102370144740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/474740102370144740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/474740102370144740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/10/alma-gmea.html' title='Alma gêmea'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOOihuJEbQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8SQpVBtC3B4/s72-c/sonho%2520amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2125405578038733180</id><published>2008-09-29T22:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:21:18.945-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Sem você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOF-fhps9vI/AAAAAAAAAd0/M71qzqbv-TU/s1600-h/barco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251617720565036786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOF-fhps9vI/AAAAAAAAAd0/M71qzqbv-TU/s320/barco.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sou barco a vagar&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo ou norte&lt;br /&gt;Vagando no mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sou noite sem luar&lt;br /&gt;Um campo sem flor&lt;br /&gt;Sou só desamor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sou alma a penar&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza que vem&lt;br /&gt;Meu Ser dominar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sou chama sem luz&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho porquê&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar ou viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto tão só&lt;br /&gt;A olhar para o além&lt;br /&gt;Sem você,não sou ninguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-2125405578038733180?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2125405578038733180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5979534315365182522</id><published>2008-09-29T21:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:22:24.795-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Eternidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOFwjM4LZpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6exexrs9pzE/s1600-h/Nil+eternidade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251602390545294994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOFwjM4LZpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6exexrs9pzE/s320/Nil+eternidade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eternidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas surdas asas do vento...&lt;br /&gt;Gritarei meus lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Que não deixei de querer – ti,&lt;br /&gt;Preciso contar o quanto sofri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a morte impiedosa...&lt;br /&gt;Arrancou - ti dos meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;Abriu em meu peito uma ferida,&lt;br /&gt;Transformou em tédio minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal posso esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Os passos da morte de novo sentir.&lt;br /&gt;E no meu último suspiro, vai comigo a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;De rever-te outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento de reencontrar - ti&lt;br /&gt;Cuvar-me-ei aos teus pés&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para pedir&lt;br /&gt;Que não me deixe mais sem ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessito da certeza de não ter te perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Pra calar meu pranto tão sofrido.&lt;br /&gt;Tocar seu rosto terno,&lt;br /&gt;Com a felicidade que se fará eterna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4154045669030506395-5979534315365182522?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5979534315365182522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=5979534315365182522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5979534315365182522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5979534315365182522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/eternidade.html' title='Eternidade'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOFwjM4LZpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6exexrs9pzE/s72-c/Nil+eternidade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8357018112063839603</id><published>2008-09-25T23:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:34:17.756-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Ânsia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOFyT5wi84I/AAAAAAAAAdM/r0sl_podkvw/s1600-h/cachoeira0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251604326738228098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOFyT5wi84I/AAAAAAAAAdM/r0sl_podkvw/s320/cachoeira0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ânsia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com teus lábios irreais cheios de ternura e calma&lt;br /&gt;Beija o meu Ser confuso de amargura,&lt;br /&gt;Com teu óleo de paz e de doçura&lt;br /&gt;Unge-me esta ânsia que não se acalma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes a onda da loucura&lt;br /&gt;Lançou-me aos pecados de sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Que em mim não há censura, enfim&lt;br /&gt;A mente nega, mas a alma almeja&lt;br /&gt;Viver contigo essa paixão sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põe então carinhosamente&lt;br /&gt;A tua mão na minha fronte,&lt;br /&gt;Acende, este corpo que te deseja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Até que eu seja então&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia, em sua estrada&lt;br /&gt;Como um sol iluminando sua solidão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8357018112063839603?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8357018112063839603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8357018112063839603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8357018112063839603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8357018112063839603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/nsia.html' title='Ânsia...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOFyT5wi84I/AAAAAAAAAdM/r0sl_podkvw/s72-c/cachoeira0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2002414050177620340</id><published>2008-09-25T23:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:08:47.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acredito em anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOF7CBFX1DI/AAAAAAAAAds/0OvFt7REU3g/s1600-h/cupido_flechado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251613915071632434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOF7CBFX1DI/AAAAAAAAAds/0OvFt7REU3g/s320/cupido_flechado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu acredito em anjos&lt;br /&gt;E meu destino faz isto ter valor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me ajuda a enfrentar qualquer coisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vejo a maravilha de um conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ver algo bom em tudo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda acredito na sinceridade das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Na amizade incondicional&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me diga que estou errada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me acreditar que ninguém ama outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Apenas pelas qualidades que ela tem,&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor não é chegado a fazer contas,&lt;br /&gt;E não obedece à razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, por magnetismo,&lt;br /&gt;Ama-se pelo cheiro, pelo mistério,&lt;br /&gt;Pela paz que o outro lhe dá,&lt;br /&gt;Ou pelo tormento que provoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ama-se pelo tom de voz,&lt;br /&gt;Pela maneira de olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Pela fragilidade que se revela quando menos se espera&lt;br /&gt;Amar não requer conhecimento prévio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera o amor não fosse um sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma equação matemática&lt;br /&gt;Eu linda + você inteligente = dois apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Ainda preciso acreditar que existem pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que conseguem ser do jeito você exige e quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-2002414050177620340?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOF7CBFX1DI/AAAAAAAAAds/0OvFt7REU3g/s72-c/cupido_flechado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8232911357738668835</id><published>2008-09-25T23:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:02:03.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Ausência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOF6Y9164QI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2PcHEm4V6gc/s1600-h/Linda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251613209826877698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOF6Y9164QI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2PcHEm4V6gc/s320/Linda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ausência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito, mas não consigo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Estou na fronteira do sono e dos pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Ambos se misturam&lt;br /&gt;E não sei,se estou acordada ou a sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o teu cheiro, a tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é sonho se pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto até teu coração bater,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto a tua mão entre o meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes queria que tivesses aqui&lt;br /&gt;Para poder adormecer ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não está&lt;br /&gt;E quando acordar sei que vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Porque sua ausência não consigo suportar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNrwo7x0g2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y5W_RCFMm4Y/s320/JuntosNovamente-JIM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juntos Novamente... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ter-te junto a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudaria tudo outra vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só para não ver o fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prolongaria o tempo, talvez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em meus sonhos nas madrugadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu desejo por ti aflora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras sussuradas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ti me sinto amada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo não vai nos separar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nosso amor irá para eternidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque veio de vidas passadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em ti está minha felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7694801099574487799?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7694801099574487799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7694801099574487799' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-9069105365054453160</id><published>2008-09-24T22:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:10:18.232-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Engano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNruVL2xPMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GQsKboLgKc4/s1600-h/nunca_vou_te_esquecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770363380907202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNruVL2xPMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GQsKboLgKc4/s320/nunca_vou_te_esquecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enganei-me ao dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra você me esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junto a mim é seu lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não suportaria mais te ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois veria o sentimento renascer&lt;br /&gt;Num desejo antes dormente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enganei a mim mesma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao pensar que seria feliz sem você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobri que não dá pra viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem sua presença em minha mente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma vida inteira a te adorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A saudade sempre a maltratar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No coração mais uma vez ficou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vontade imensa de te amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-9069105365054453160?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/9069105365054453160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=9069105365054453160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/9069105365054453160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/9069105365054453160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/engano.html' title='Engano...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNruVL2xPMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GQsKboLgKc4/s72-c/nunca_vou_te_esquecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3215636631579601926</id><published>2008-09-24T22:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:41:25.565-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Verdades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNrq-ZIcu8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/dvdheFhPA6g/s1600-h/ausencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249766673272847298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNrq-ZIcu8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/dvdheFhPA6g/s320/ausencia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Verdades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua partida naquele instante,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fez-se estilhaços cortantes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cortando impiedosamente meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria que ficasse,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas és livre, não pertence a mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensei ser forte, porém fui fraca...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na minha fragilidade deixei-te partir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os amores que vieram depois...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tornaram tão eternos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto um pequeno grão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não resistiu ao sol do verão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nenhum deles sobreviveram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor assim não crescia, acabavam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobri que não deu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secavam em minh'alma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque meu amor por você nunca morreu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3215636631579601926?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3215636631579601926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3215636631579601926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3215636631579601926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3215636631579601926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/verdades.html' title='Verdades...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNrq-ZIcu8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/dvdheFhPA6g/s72-c/ausencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3901235491028783872</id><published>2008-09-24T22:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:22:02.604-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Entre Linhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNrm8q0AamI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4iUHdfcpHhQ/s1600-h/288557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249762245612694114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNrm8q0AamI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4iUHdfcpHhQ/s320/288557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre Linhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprisionada e atropelada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por uma vida mundana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentes insanas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero o fim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da min'alma brota sangue carmim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temo não aguentar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver mais assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero mesmo ver tudo isso acabar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A razão se calou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a mordaça voltou dominar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com força total chegou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mais uma voz se fez calar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3901235491028783872?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3901235491028783872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3901235491028783872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3901235491028783872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3901235491028783872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/entre-linhas.html' title='Entre Linhas...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNrm8q0AamI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4iUHdfcpHhQ/s72-c/288557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5761431924436210529</id><published>2008-09-24T10:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:40:50.046-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Não tente entender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNo9dEX7iBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fu5DTWgYmck/s1600-h/Inspira%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249575885253347346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNo9dEX7iBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fu5DTWgYmck/s320/Inspira%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não tente entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou e não sou ao mesmo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Vagueia em mim uma tempestade incessante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vou e volto por estradas conhecidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Encontro-me quando quero fugir de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no silêncio que encontro às respostas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Das perguntas que não querem calar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas, brado em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não importa, não serei omissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou certa de que algum vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desviará os meus gritos para onde quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para longe, onde nem posso chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se faço quando estou sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reflito... faço do meu quarto meu templo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basta-me apenas o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na imensidão cresce um vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escapa-me a inspiração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porém, permanece apenas a essência do meu Ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-5761431924436210529?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5761431924436210529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=5761431924436210529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5761431924436210529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5761431924436210529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-tente-entender_24.html' title='Não tente entender...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNo9dEX7iBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fu5DTWgYmck/s72-c/Inspira%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-6514692312983561700</id><published>2008-09-23T22:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:24:02.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantas vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNmWMDfshkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/hQ314NFhgNw/s1600-h/Amanda+s2+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249391974517868098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNmWMDfshkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/hQ314NFhgNw/s320/Amanda+s2+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No silêncio em nosso quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você busca o meu olhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me ensina tantas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Pouco a pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bem devegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes em sigilo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você mostra o quanto é lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este seu jeito de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre me lembra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os motivos, os destinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que fizeram por se cruzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amar é o jeito tosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E muito lindo de se expressar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que revela dia-a-dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em uma alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que se tem por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se revela no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No simples toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No desejo meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E me mostra mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que o meu coração é teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes você advinhou meus pensamentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes expressou seus sinceros sentimentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre me encantando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cada instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E a cada olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mostrando o quanto é belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sentimento de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amanda Luiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-6514692312983561700?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/6514692312983561700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=6514692312983561700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6514692312983561700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6514692312983561700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/quantas-vezes.html' title='Quantas vezes...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNmWMDfshkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/hQ314NFhgNw/s72-c/Amanda+s2+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2460334761971727392</id><published>2008-09-23T21:33:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:27:02.033-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>NÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNmQZJ3s9oI/AAAAAAAAAbc/z2u1XYjCOXg/s1600-h/EU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249385602497705602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNmQZJ3s9oI/AAAAAAAAAbc/z2u1XYjCOXg/s320/EU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; NÃO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não consigo viver dominada por ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver meus próprios sentimentos!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero uma vida de lamentos!&lt;br /&gt;Minha liberdade é o meu maior bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu deixar de ser eu mesma, serei quem?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas máscaras usarei para tantos momentos?&lt;br /&gt;Devo rir, pra ocultar meus sofrimentos?&lt;br /&gt;Ou mentir pra mostrar que sou alguém?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar em paz com minha consciência!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamais vou perder minha verdade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou passar pela minha existência!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E deixar que me roubem a sanidade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque os passos que dou com liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;São guiados não só pelas regras da razão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas também pelo apelo do coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho e Amanda Luiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-2460334761971727392?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2460334761971727392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=2460334761971727392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2460334761971727392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/2460334761971727392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/no.html' title='NÃO...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNmQZJ3s9oI/AAAAAAAAAbc/z2u1XYjCOXg/s72-c/EU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7542773344863652981</id><published>2008-09-19T14:49:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:06:14.171-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Em ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPXxJl9jBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/N7HPoPI1Cx0/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo32.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252278829832834066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPXxJl9jBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/N7HPoPI1Cx0/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo32.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tenho em ti a brandura,&lt;br /&gt;Razão da minha vida, pra viver.&lt;br /&gt;Então, não me abandonas,&lt;br /&gt;Não saberia me encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do cingido que tange,&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo que mima todo meu.&lt;br /&gt;Queima-me em labaredas&lt;br /&gt;Me consome de uma só vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então por que razão&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço seus encantos,&lt;br /&gt;Que envolvem os meus...&lt;br /&gt;Deságuam-se tantos quantos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me procuro ao te dar&lt;br /&gt;Se comumente sou teu brado!&lt;br /&gt;E assim perdura meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Cosme... abarbarado... interminável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasmado e gracioso...&lt;br /&gt;Teimoso de dar dó&lt;br /&gt;Ferido a ferro...&lt;br /&gt;Infinito, delgado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós,&lt;br /&gt;Em segredos, absolutos.&lt;br /&gt;Queimando em labaredas...&lt;br /&gt;Teimosos de dar dó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7542773344863652981?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7542773344863652981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7542773344863652981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7542773344863652981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7542773344863652981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/em-ti.html' title='Em ti'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SOPXxJl9jBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/N7HPoPI1Cx0/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo32.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4402117767615626491</id><published>2008-09-19T14:49:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:40:22.045-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Quando te levas de mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNPxgh42NfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/BGrBSM29a9Y/s1600-h/cover_eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247803531971671538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNPxgh42NfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/BGrBSM29a9Y/s320/cover_eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando te levas de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andas não sei&lt;br /&gt;Só deixaste saudades sem explicar&lt;br /&gt;Ou se queres assim me deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Podias como sempre fez, me falar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se no teu caminho encontrares&lt;br /&gt;Em teus sonhos, sonhares.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade que te faça lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu quem procura por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei... Fiz-me perder no espaço&lt;br /&gt;No compasso que a vida dá&lt;br /&gt;Por não saber como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Ou quase sempre como faço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro por minhas razões&lt;br /&gt;Outro pretexto pra me convencer&lt;br /&gt;Quero rançar da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Esse jeito louco de te querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois já que, assim não posso entender.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda procuro por fim,&lt;br /&gt;Se devo esquecer de todo ardor&lt;br /&gt;Se fores tu que, procura esquecer de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata-me antes que eu te esqueça,&lt;br /&gt;Já que assim se fez, e não posso entender.&lt;br /&gt;As razões por onde andas não sei&lt;br /&gt;Sem ao menos me falar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho porque me desculpar&lt;br /&gt;Esse jeito louco de te gostar&lt;br /&gt;Por não saber como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Fiz-me perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andas não sei&lt;br /&gt;Que eu morra antes, possa te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei... Como faço?&lt;br /&gt;Quando te levas de mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4402117767615626491?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4402117767615626491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=4402117767615626491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4402117767615626491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4402117767615626491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/quando-te-levas-de-mim.html' title='Quando te levas de mim!'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNPxgh42NfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/BGrBSM29a9Y/s72-c/cover_eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-1420110982670143866</id><published>2008-09-19T14:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:05:09.094-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Grito final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNPpON4RNWI/AAAAAAAAAas/Tq0zoNaZer0/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247794421269869922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNPpON4RNWI/AAAAAAAAAas/Tq0zoNaZer0/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Grito final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida parece um show!&lt;br /&gt;Abrem-se as cortinas para o espetáculo&lt;br /&gt;Tão somente conhecemos um clarão que reluz.&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos é dado o momento de nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espetáculo da vida... vai começar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo agora dependerá da nossa imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Aplausos,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;vaias, sorrisos e lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;É a vida... despida, pintada, enfeitada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corpo e alma dançam desvairadamente&lt;br /&gt;Segue-se o ritmo frenético do bailado.&lt;br /&gt;“Quem vai ficar, quem vai partir”... vai.&lt;br /&gt;Concebemos, dançamos, choramos e sorrimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Antes que as cortinas possam fechar&lt;br /&gt;Quantos vieram pra fazer o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Quantos melhores, do show nem puderam participar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No espetáculo da vida... a vida vai!&lt;br /&gt;Num repente, que não se repete, tudo vai findar,&lt;br /&gt;A última nota musical&lt;br /&gt;O show já terminou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes nem se percebe&lt;br /&gt;O grito final, a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Findou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-1420110982670143866?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1420110982670143866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=1420110982670143866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1420110982670143866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1420110982670143866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/grito-final.html' title='Grito final'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SNPpON4RNWI/AAAAAAAAAas/Tq0zoNaZer0/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-1757919662284957332</id><published>2008-09-16T10:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:02:36.144-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Linda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SM-8Ei4dSBI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZRKjvBaKL_w/s1600-h/caminhar%20a%20beira%20mar_12415364745rhdfgfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246618877179021330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SM-8Ei4dSBI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZRKjvBaKL_w/s320/caminhar%2520a%2520beira%2520mar_12415364745rhdfgfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Minha linda...&lt;br /&gt;Existe em mim, dois seres,&lt;br /&gt;Um que perdoa e outro que padece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em certos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Fico confuso, não sei bem,&lt;br /&gt;Com qual deles devo-me justar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante de tanta dedicação,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda por vezes falho em tê-los,&lt;br /&gt;Não sou tão perfeito como você merece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes... Perdôo e padeço,&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes... Padeço em perdoar.&lt;br /&gt;Um misto, alma sagrada e gente que chora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu cale...&lt;br /&gt;Peco em imaginar o que não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Julgo perdoar o que não vi... Não sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante de tanto zelo,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu me debruce em silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que posso ainda mais te magoar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro me encontrar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-1757919662284957332?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1757919662284957332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=1757919662284957332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1757919662284957332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1757919662284957332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/linda.html' title='Linda!'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SM-8Ei4dSBI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZRKjvBaKL_w/s72-c/caminhar%2520a%2520beira%2520mar_12415364745rhdfgfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5538344576523453398</id><published>2008-09-16T10:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:06:21.242-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Como posso te entender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SM-6wrNhe5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/lHCOEUPt3_U/s1600-h/caminhar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246617436305849234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SM-6wrNhe5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/lHCOEUPt3_U/s320/caminhar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso te entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso entender&lt;br /&gt;Esse teu jeito gostoso de ser&lt;br /&gt;Tua maneira de amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não venha acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Não vou deixar de te querer&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo, consigo imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pude tanto&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fazer, tu me procurares.&lt;br /&gt;Agora só quero saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se de tanto amor, assim foi...&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de me desprezar&lt;br /&gt;Não poder esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero saber, pra eu entender,&lt;br /&gt;Como vou ficar na tua maneira de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Como posso entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor mais doída&lt;br /&gt;Saudade mais querida&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz... te querer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse teu jeito gostoso&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso entender...&lt;br /&gt;Teu modo de amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wolney Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-5538344576523453398?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5538344576523453398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=5538344576523453398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5538344576523453398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5538344576523453398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-posso-te-entender-s-preciso.html' title='Como posso te entender'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SM-6wrNhe5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/lHCOEUPt3_U/s72-c/caminhar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5812076761154473725</id><published>2008-08-07T10:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:05:31.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJr9fp8uWjI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zOFqZbKO0K4/s1600-h/kkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231772637422574130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJr9fp8uWjI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zOFqZbKO0K4/s320/kkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliar ...rs!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É linda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-5812076761154473725?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5812076761154473725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=5812076761154473725' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5812076761154473725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5812076761154473725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJr9fp8uWjI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zOFqZbKO0K4/s72-c/kkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8059068341205762842</id><published>2008-08-06T14:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:15:01.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJnp4LY4SkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PWPrYYIQCJM/s1600-h/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xolSGe8PnhxRp_kOLlqxmowsdZDV1tXS-zA6ebZH3HlFwU0cXQelZfbCCbr5RCb3kliOHhiWYs3WvjruXkrmuINmWBxCIa90xpmEHWWVwObXZf6gAMjUXdfcNjO6mllnI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231469593506630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJnp4LY4SkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PWPrYYIQCJM/s320/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xolSGe8PnhxRp_kOLlqxmowsdZDV1tXS-zA6ebZH3HlFwU0cXQelZfbCCbr5RCb3kliOHhiWYs3WvjruXkrmuINmWBxCIa90xpmEHWWVwObXZf6gAMjUXdfcNjO6mllnI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades! Sim.. talvez... e por que não?&lt;br /&gt;Se o nosso sonho foi tão alto e forte&lt;br /&gt;que bem pensava vê-lo até à morte&lt;br /&gt;deslumbrar-me de luz o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer! Para quê?... Ah! como é vão!&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo isso, Amor, nos não importe.&lt;br /&gt;Se ele deixou beleza que conforte&lt;br /&gt;Deve-nos ser sagrado como o pão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vêzes, Amor, já te esqueci,&lt;br /&gt;Para mais doidamente me lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Mais doidamente me lembrar de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem dera que fôsse sempre assim:&lt;br /&gt;quando menos quisesse recordar,&lt;br /&gt;mais a saudade andasse presa a mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Florbela Espanca]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8059068341205762842?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8059068341205762842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8059068341205762842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8059068341205762842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8059068341205762842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/08/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJnp4LY4SkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PWPrYYIQCJM/s72-c/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xolSGe8PnhxRp_kOLlqxmowsdZDV1tXS-zA6ebZH3HlFwU0cXQelZfbCCbr5RCb3kliOHhiWYs3WvjruXkrmuINmWBxCIa90xpmEHWWVwObXZf6gAMjUXdfcNjO6mllnI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-9046066650025045702</id><published>2008-07-31T03:40:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T03:52:31.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229065519603150146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJFfYqMwbUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gRFA5m94-1c/s320/JESUS_BIBLIA_COM_JESUS.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No silêncio deste dia que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amanhece, venho pedir-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a paz, a sabedoria e a força.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero olhar hoje o mundo com olhos cheios de amor;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ser paciente;compreensiva,calma e prudente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ver além das aparências teus filhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como Tu mesmo os vês,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e assim não ver senão o bem em cada um.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-9046066650025045702?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/9046066650025045702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=9046066650025045702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/9046066650025045702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/9046066650025045702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/senhor-no-silncio-deste-dia-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJFfYqMwbUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gRFA5m94-1c/s72-c/JESUS_BIBLIA_COM_JESUS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8300583729661289996</id><published>2008-07-31T03:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:09:01.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJFYubZ8ItI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YnHRx6_Dfgg/s1600-h/1611864546_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229058197007639250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJFYubZ8ItI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YnHRx6_Dfgg/s320/1611864546_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom ser meio louca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, uma loucura ponderada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que dispensa a linguagem padronizada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para fazer versos na madrugada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom não ser normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar boas gargalhadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brindar a alegria nata da nossa cor e raça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trazer dentro de si a alegria de um palhaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É bom ter um amigo leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Na nobreza ou na pobreza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma amizade real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Verdadeira por natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo que não te deixa sentir solidão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nos momentos mais difíceis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está ali &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a estender-te a mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo longe está sempre presente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bem mais que um irmão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[Nil Coelho]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8300583729661289996?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8300583729661289996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8300583729661289996' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8300583729661289996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8300583729661289996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/amigo.html' title='Amigo...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SJFYubZ8ItI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YnHRx6_Dfgg/s72-c/1611864546_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-9192800089548573838</id><published>2008-07-24T18:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:11:09.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIjv2lYbNCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/i_V5xxVAIxE/s1600-h/coracao_partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226691088589992994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIjv2lYbNCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/i_V5xxVAIxE/s320/coracao_partido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIju4XNB38I/AAAAAAAAATw/CYzslHs7OC8/s1600-h/Nil+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tô muito triste hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não me peça para entender aquilo que você não sabe explicar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-9192800089548573838?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/9192800089548573838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=9192800089548573838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/9192800089548573838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/9192800089548573838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-me-pea-para-entender-aquilo-que-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIjv2lYbNCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/i_V5xxVAIxE/s72-c/coracao_partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4843897460991576974</id><published>2008-07-24T17:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:55:42.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIjrUZcPpxI/AAAAAAAAATo/jT_LPTUph3I/s1600-h/y1pmc5rB3pTr4NFimDyl-dE_faTiWa6H0TCb2V3z2q_JH8xJ0RAEHpIF06HKngHXFc4Sd4NCdBWUcg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226686103222724370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIjrUZcPpxI/AAAAAAAAATo/jT_LPTUph3I/s320/y1pmc5rB3pTr4NFimDyl-dE_faTiWa6H0TCb2V3z2q_JH8xJ0RAEHpIF06HKngHXFc4Sd4NCdBWUcg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se quer saber como estou, tô mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eu não vou nada bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;se quer saber a verdade, tô mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ando fingindo pro mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ando fugindo de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;meu mundo desabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;por isso não me ligue se for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; pra saber se estou bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;já sabe que não estou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;é só se por no meu lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que você vai me entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4843897460991576974?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4843897460991576974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=4843897460991576974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4843897460991576974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4843897460991576974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-quer-saber-como-estou-t-mal-eu-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIjrUZcPpxI/AAAAAAAAATo/jT_LPTUph3I/s72-c/y1pmc5rB3pTr4NFimDyl-dE_faTiWa6H0TCb2V3z2q_JH8xJ0RAEHpIF06HKngHXFc4Sd4NCdBWUcg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4614710737360995606</id><published>2008-07-23T21:50:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:25:31.775-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Tô sem chão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIfZMmiRg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/2beMoflqkN8/s1600-h/2511142.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226384703112709090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIfZMmiRg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/2beMoflqkN8/s320/2511142.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô sem chão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei onde pisar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei pra onde ir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdi a direção...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminho a esmo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero pensar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não, eu realmente não quero pensar agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As peças não se encaixam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procuro uma resposta dentro de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ainda não tenho a pergunta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que quero saber?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou melhor o que não quero saber?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero nem imaginar o que passou na sua cabeça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu imaginar vou ficar maluca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou pelo menos mais perdida do que estou agora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então o que tenho que fazer é tentar não pensar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou perdida no meio de tudo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou será que é no meio do nada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4614710737360995606?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4614710737360995606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=4614710737360995606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4614710737360995606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4614710737360995606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/que-amor-esse-que-no-capaz-de-conter.html' title='Tô sem chão...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIfZMmiRg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/2beMoflqkN8/s72-c/2511142.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7620112996764244311</id><published>2008-07-22T23:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:08:26.784-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIacvYyZWtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qQ7AYNrkElA/s1600-h/boca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226036755531651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIacvYyZWtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qQ7AYNrkElA/s320/boca.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Os homens distinguem-se pelo que fazem, as mulheres pelo que levam os homens a fazer".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Carlos Drummond de Andrade]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7620112996764244311?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7620112996764244311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7620112996764244311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7620112996764244311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/7620112996764244311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/os-homens-distinguem-se-pelo-que-fazem.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIacvYyZWtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qQ7AYNrkElA/s72-c/boca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3765509918316353774</id><published>2008-07-22T23:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:07:54.078-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIaXfi9Aj3I/AAAAAAAAATA/8cR5XoGhmFA/s1600-h/imagem25697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226030985824472946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIaXfi9Aj3I/AAAAAAAAATA/8cR5XoGhmFA/s320/imagem25697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não entendo. Isso é tão vasto que ultrapassa qualquer entender. Entender é sempre limitado. Mas não entender pode não ter fronteiras. Sinto que sou muito mais completa quando não entendo. Não entender, do modo como falo, é um dom. Não entender, mas não como um simples de espírito. O bom é ser inteligente e não entender. É uma benção estranha, como ter loucura sem ser doida. É um desinteresse manso, é uma doçura de burrice. Só que de vez em quando vem a inquietação: quero entender um pouco. Não demais: mas pelo menos entender que não entendo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Clarice Lispector]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3765509918316353774?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3765509918316353774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3765509918316353774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3765509918316353774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3765509918316353774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-entendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIaXfi9Aj3I/AAAAAAAAATA/8cR5XoGhmFA/s72-c/imagem25697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3222425639078857907</id><published>2008-07-22T20:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:36:09.327-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Neruda'/><title type='text'>Teu Riso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIZ1KZ2kfbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kvD5x2g70iI/s1600-h/Vitoria.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225993239208951218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIZ1KZ2kfbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kvD5x2g70iI/s320/Vitoria.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu Riso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me o pão, se quiseres,&lt;br /&gt;tira-me o ar, mas não&lt;br /&gt;me tires o teu riso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À beira do mar, no outono,&lt;br /&gt;teu riso deve erguer&lt;br /&gt;sua cascata de espuma,&lt;br /&gt;e na primavera, amor,&lt;br /&gt;quero teu riso como&lt;br /&gt;a flor que esperava,&lt;br /&gt;a flor azul, a rosa&lt;br /&gt;da minha pátria sonora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri-te da noite,&lt;br /&gt;do dia, da lua,&lt;br /&gt;ri-te das ruas&lt;br /&gt;tortas da ilha,&lt;br /&gt;ri-te deste grosseiro&lt;br /&gt;rapaz que te ama,&lt;br /&gt;mas quando abro&lt;br /&gt;os olhos e os fecho,&lt;br /&gt;quando meus passos vão,&lt;br /&gt;quando voltam meus passos,&lt;br /&gt;nega-me o pão, o ar,&lt;br /&gt;a luz, a primavera,&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca o teu riso,&lt;br /&gt;porque então morreria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Pablo Neruda]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3222425639078857907?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3222425639078857907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3222425639078857907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3222425639078857907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3222425639078857907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/teu-riso.html' title='Teu Riso'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIZ1KZ2kfbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kvD5x2g70iI/s72-c/Vitoria.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7899807190207993948</id><published>2008-07-19T21:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:35:17.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Dentro de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIKKgbEqeUI/AAAAAAAAASs/PtQ1b6KYi4s/s1600-h/lagrima2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224890807330961730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIKKgbEqeUI/AAAAAAAAASs/PtQ1b6KYi4s/s320/lagrima2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje olhei meus olhos no espelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vi uma imensa dor na minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Não havia ninguém pra me ajudar a superar toda essa dor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi minha alegria partindo junto ao meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma tristeza imensa tomou conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Me senti tão impotente diante a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ver ninguém, muito menos falar com alguém&lt;br /&gt;Da vida tenho apanhado violentamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto perdida, sem norte&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo viver o presente&lt;br /&gt;Parte de mim ficou no passado,&lt;br /&gt;Na infância, adolescência...sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que existe algo que muito me incomoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mistério que não consegui desvendar&lt;br /&gt;Algo estranho que não me deixa caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Me prendendo a algum lugar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas onde não sei explicar&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo com que única vontade que eu tenha&lt;br /&gt;neste momento é apenas chorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7899807190207993948?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIKKgbEqeUI/AAAAAAAAASs/PtQ1b6KYi4s/s72-c/lagrima2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7054154859885720339</id><published>2008-07-19T21:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:24:33.830-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Você Pode...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIKDhPOjqKI/AAAAAAAAASk/F4lBr5Df_8c/s1600-h/1153866706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883124749707426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIKDhPOjqKI/AAAAAAAAASk/F4lBr5Df_8c/s320/1153866706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Enxugue as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Respire fundo&lt;br /&gt;E procure um caminho&lt;br /&gt;Siga em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos obstáculos encontrarão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não olhe para trás&lt;br /&gt;Não se iluda com falsa miragem&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode parar agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que aconteça&lt;br /&gt;Não viva em sombras,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe de lado essa existência enfraquecida,&lt;br /&gt;Saia da escuridão, você é luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue construindo sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te ver voar mais alto&lt;br /&gt;As coisas não são o que parecem&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que a estrada é longa,&lt;br /&gt;E que você tem que continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está ficando forte&lt;br /&gt;E tem cicatrizes para provar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais quero te ver chorar&lt;br /&gt;Você pode voar tão mais alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do que qualquer pessoa possa imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nil Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7054154859885720339?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7054154859885720339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=7054154859885720339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-2701565012659048373</id><published>2008-07-18T20:38:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:56:48.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas músicas'/><title type='text'>Vinho Antigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224502781183605362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIEpmVB9OnI/AAAAAAAAASU/kdAMmk0Ce3g/s320/Vinho+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinho Antigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Byafra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe você tem um jeito todo especial quando diz te amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fica com um ar de quem amou e foi á primeira vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Você foi o melhor dos sonhos o melhor do meu passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sabe amor eu vou querer você sempre do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe você tem alguma coisa que me faz sentir eterno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem esse calor que me aquece e me protege do inverno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Você é como um vinho antigo tem um sabor tão diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sabe amor o que importa é o que agente sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-2701565012659048373?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/2701565012659048373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=2701565012659048373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8526934877074651286</id><published>2008-07-18T15:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:16:06.650-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas músicas'/><title type='text'>Quando o Inverno Terminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIDciWR3YnI/AAAAAAAAASE/T0RtvlCO5PU/s1600-h/02+090.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224418050403951218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIDciWR3YnI/AAAAAAAAASE/T0RtvlCO5PU/s320/02+090.jpg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quando o Inverno Terminar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(RPM)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o inverno terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A saudade, eu sei que vai passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu volto pra ficar com o meu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o inverno terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que o sol volte a brilhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então vou te buscar seja onde for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto tempo se passou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o nosso amor ficou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada vez mais forte e mais bonito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não foi fácil aprender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A viver sem ter você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas agora eu sei que foi preciso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o inverno terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a gente se encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou mais deixar você ficar longe de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o inverno terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a gente se abraçar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A felicidade vai voltar e essa tristeza vai ter fim!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8526934877074651286?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8526934877074651286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8526934877074651286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8526934877074651286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8526934877074651286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/quando-o-inverno-terminar.html' title='Quando o Inverno Terminar'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SIDciWR3YnI/AAAAAAAAASE/T0RtvlCO5PU/s72-c/02+090.jpg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-7401162682325764168</id><published>2008-07-16T21:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:02:19.194-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Xavier'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SH6Xx6XUvGI/AAAAAAAAARo/KIUtoWbLdEI/s1600-h/poesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223779501532822626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SH6Xx6XUvGI/AAAAAAAAARo/KIUtoWbLdEI/s320/poesia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;É o amor existencial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É o amor que pondera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É o amor que analisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;Ciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;É o amor que investiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Filosofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o amor que pensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Religião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;É o amor que busca a Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;É o amor que eterniza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É o amor que se eleva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;É o amor que transcende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É o amor que sonha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Caridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É o amor que auxilia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Fraternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;É o amor que se expande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sacrifício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;É o amor que se esforça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Renúncia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;É o amor que depura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Simpatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;É o amor que sorri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o amor que constrói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Indiferença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;É o amor que se esconde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;É o amor que se desgoverna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;É o amor que se desequilibra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ciúme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;É o amor que se desvaira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;É o amor que enlouquece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Sensualismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;É o amor que se envenena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Finalmente, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o ódio,&lt;/span&gt; que julgas ser a antítese do amor, não é senão &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;próprio amor&lt;/span&gt; que adoeceu gravemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Francisco Cândido Xavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-7401162682325764168?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/7401162682325764168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3434713623230382958</id><published>2008-07-16T21:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:46:51.613-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William shakespeare'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SH6VpczarBI/AAAAAAAAARg/5sXWDJimT8g/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+nua78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223777157135379474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SH6VpczarBI/AAAAAAAAARg/5sXWDJimT8g/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+nua78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não queremos beijo na boca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nem corpos a se encontrar na maciez de uma cama...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou mesmo o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem nada dizer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que desejamos uma presença amiga, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a nos ouvir paciente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a brincar com a gente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a nos fazer sorrir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ache nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nos teça elogios sem fim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, nos seja de uma sinceridade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inquestionável...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém que nos possa dizer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que você está errado, mas estou do seu lado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou alguém que apenas diga:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou seu amor! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E estou Aqui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3434713623230382958?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3434713623230382958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3434713623230382958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3434713623230382958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3434713623230382958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/h-certas-horas-em-que-no-precisamos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SH6VpczarBI/AAAAAAAAARg/5sXWDJimT8g/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+nua78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4785625085716724540</id><published>2008-07-16T21:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:32:18.139-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Neruda'/><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SH6SJsw3-VI/AAAAAAAAARY/vyVKXDyIrI8/s1600-h/81802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223773313128986962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SH6SJsw3-VI/AAAAAAAAARY/vyVKXDyIrI8/s320/81802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é solidão acompanhada, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o amado já... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquela que nunca amou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudades,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passar pela vida e não viver. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4785625085716724540?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4785625085716724540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=4785625085716724540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4785625085716724540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4785625085716724540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SH6SJsw3-VI/AAAAAAAAARY/vyVKXDyIrI8/s72-c/81802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3641819018235141840</id><published>2008-07-13T17:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:28:53.229-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHpkFDH_uyI/AAAAAAAAARI/cgAwc2crDo0/s1600-h/amor_virtual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222596755790478114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHpkFDH_uyI/AAAAAAAAARI/cgAwc2crDo0/s320/amor_virtual.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu querido professor Antônio, "O Fariseu", quem teve a honra de estudar com ele tenho certeza que passou a gostar de poesias...Assim como eu!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta poesia dedico a ti professor, pois adorava quando o senhor a recitava!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ISMÁLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quando Ismália enlouqueceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pôs-se na torre a sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Viu uma lua no céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Viu outra lua no mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No sonho em que se perdeu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Banhou-se toda em luar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queria subir ao céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queria descer ao mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E no desvario seu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na torre pôs-se a cantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estava perto do céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estava perto do mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E como um anjo pendeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As asas para voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queria a lua do céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Queria a lua do mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As asas que Deus lhe deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ruflaram de par em par...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sua alma subiu ao céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seu corpo desceu ao mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alphonsus de Guimarães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3641819018235141840?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3641819018235141840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3641819018235141840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3641819018235141840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3641819018235141840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-querido-professor-antnio-o-fariseu.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHpkFDH_uyI/AAAAAAAAARI/cgAwc2crDo0/s72-c/amor_virtual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8431037171603376208</id><published>2008-07-07T23:52:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:17:28.681-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Ingênuo Inverso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHLf0LQrIWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3csRoh6P6N0/s1600-h/fundo14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220481005544743266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHLf0LQrIWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3csRoh6P6N0/s320/fundo14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Ingênuo Inverso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você, ingênua criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não descobriu o perigo que é amar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda nem imaginas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto o amor irá te machucar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, inverso do seu verso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trago no olhar mil horizontes desconhecidos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No continente de minha alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alma de quem não ama,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ter se perdido por tanto amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você, que imagina percorrer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distâncias imensuráveis,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para adentrar em meu coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frio, maltratado, duro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como uma pedra pontiaguda,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fere, mata e maltrata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, apenas um choro esquecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com olhos de lágrimas molhados,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por seu amor ter perdido,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo medo que tive,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De entregar-me a ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você,  por onde andas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;não sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguns dizem ter enlouquecido, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outros que já voltaste a amar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verdade só saberei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se um dia que te encontrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[Nil Coelho]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8431037171603376208?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8431037171603376208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8431037171603376208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8431037171603376208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8431037171603376208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/voc-ingnua-criana-no-descobriu-o-perigo.html' title='Ingênuo Inverso...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eco de Saudade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando se vai um amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A alma chora,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O coração dói que só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma dor calada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na garganta um nó.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sol perde o brilho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As flores ficam sem cor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O peito dilacerado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Implora por este amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos olhos uma água salgada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem no canto, o pranto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lágrimas sublimes que caem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostrando tamanho desencanto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um soluço incessante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eco de uma saudade atroz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que cala qualquer voz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixando apenas o vazio do silêncio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Nil Coelho]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8464484615402440172?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8464484615402440172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8464484615402440172' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8464484615402440172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8464484615402440172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/quando-se-vai-um-amor-alma-chora-o.html' title='Eco de Saudade...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHLUH5WDyxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/boi_qHeDYFo/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5278848330716647832</id><published>2008-07-07T22:42:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:37:59.245-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>Delírios sem pudor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHLKXAO8p8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/uq8RXunYzIQ/s1600-h/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220457414624323522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHLKXAO8p8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/uq8RXunYzIQ/s320/img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Delírios sem pudor...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envolva-me nos teus braços,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beije meus lábios com paixão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixe meu corpo ardente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quente, como brasa viva, puro tesão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faça-me carícias ousadas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arranca de minha alma todo pudor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cega teus olhos com meu delírio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazendo-te juras de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não temas em entregar-me tua essência,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que depois, sofras com a despedida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perca comigo toda sua inocência,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois, sei que não vais lamentar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De mim não ter fugido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensinar-te-ei a arte de amar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tal forma que nenhum poeta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamais saberá transcrever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois apenas envolva-me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com todo o carinho do teu "Ser".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/envolva-me-nos-teus-braos-beije-meus.html' title='Delírios sem pudor...'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHLKXAO8p8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/uq8RXunYzIQ/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3154979507639757466</id><published>2008-07-07T14:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:17:50.004-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Neruda'/><title type='text'>Quero apenas cinco coisas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJUYSuwvRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2-gyQs2kCgE/s1600-h/CIDADEDOSANJOnuestroamore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220327694397390098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJUYSuwvRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2-gyQs2kCgE/s320/CIDADEDOSANJOnuestroamore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;Quero apenas cinco coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeiro é o amor sem fim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A segunda é ver o outono &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A terceira é o grave inverno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em quarto lugar o verão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quinta coisa são teus olhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero dormir sem teus olhos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero ser... sem que me olhes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abro mão da primavera para que continues me olhando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3154979507639757466?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3154979507639757466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3154979507639757466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3154979507639757466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3154979507639757466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/quero-apenas-cinco-coisas.html' title='Quero apenas cinco coisas..'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJUYSuwvRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2-gyQs2kCgE/s72-c/CIDADEDOSANJOnuestroamore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-865246686546097374</id><published>2008-07-07T14:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:20:35.209-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><title type='text'>Ao Amor Antigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJTisOTQYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/b8-9kzQIRIo/s1600-h/ogkwat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220326773527626114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJTisOTQYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/b8-9kzQIRIo/s320/ogkwat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao Amor Antigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor antigo vive de si mesmo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não de cultivo alheio ou de presença.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada exige nem pede. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada espera,mas do destino vão nega a sentença.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor antigo tem raízes fundas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feitas de sofrimento e de beleza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por aquelas mergulha no infinito,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e por estas suplanta a natureza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se em toda parte o tempo desmorona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquilo que foi grande e deslumbrante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a antigo amor, porém, nunca fenece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a cada dia surge mais amante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais ardente, mas pobre de esperança.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais triste? Não. Ele venceu a dor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e resplandece no seu canto obscuro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tanto mais velho quanto mais amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-865246686546097374?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/865246686546097374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=865246686546097374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/865246686546097374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/865246686546097374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/ao-amor-antigo.html' title='Ao Amor Antigo'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJTisOTQYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/b8-9kzQIRIo/s72-c/ogkwat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3317281429984128899</id><published>2008-07-07T14:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:18:12.491-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJQ52hVMqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aMA8uRBBijo/s1600-h/Para%2520Ti%2520Meu%2520Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220323872893907618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJQ52hVMqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aMA8uRBBijo/s320/Para%2520Ti%2520Meu%2520Amor.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Enquanto não superarmos&lt;br /&gt;a ânsia do amor sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;não podemos crescer&lt;br /&gt;emocionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não atravessarmos&lt;br /&gt;a dor de nossa própria solidão,&lt;br /&gt;continuaremos&lt;br /&gt;a nos buscar em outras metades.&lt;br /&gt;Para viver a dois, antes, é&lt;br /&gt;necessário ser um". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3317281429984128899?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3317281429984128899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3317281429984128899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3317281429984128899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3317281429984128899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/enquanto-no-superarmos-nsia-do-amor-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJQ52hVMqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aMA8uRBBijo/s72-c/Para%2520Ti%2520Meu%2520Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-9113908714231303839</id><published>2008-07-07T14:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:20:55.152-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJPP2-cVSI/AAAAAAAAANw/Lrwzx02aqhI/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220322051949876514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJPP2-cVSI/AAAAAAAAANw/Lrwzx02aqhI/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR E SEU TEMPO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é privilégio de maduros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estendidos na mais estreita cama,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se torna a mais larga e mais relvosa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roçando, em cada poro, o céu do corpo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É isto, amor: o ganho não previsto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o prêmio subterrâneo e coruscante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leitura de relâmpago cifrado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que, decifrado, nada mais existe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valendo a pena e o preço do terrestre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;salvo o minuto de ouro no relógio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minúsculo, vibrando no crepúsculo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é o que se aprende no limite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depois de se arquivar toda a ciência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;herdada, ouvida. Amor começa tarde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-9113908714231303839?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/9113908714231303839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=9113908714231303839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/9113908714231303839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/9113908714231303839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/amor-e-seu-tempo-amor-privilgio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJPP2-cVSI/AAAAAAAAANw/Lrwzx02aqhI/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4914600633326206992</id><published>2008-07-07T14:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:21:18.281-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mário Quintana'/><title type='text'>AMOR É SÍNTESE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJNjM5aa5I/AAAAAAAAANo/VCe_fm2a9k8/s1600-h/meu_amor_imagem_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220320185228618642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJNjM5aa5I/AAAAAAAAANo/VCe_fm2a9k8/s320/meu_amor_imagem_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR É SÍNTESE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por favor, não me analise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não fique procurando cada ponto fraco meu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se ninguém resiste a uma análise profunda,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto mais eu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciumento, exigente, inseguro, carente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo cheio de marcas que a vida deixou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo em cada grito de exigência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um pedido de carência, um pedido de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor é síntese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É uma integração de dados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há que tirar nem pôr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me corte em fatias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém consegue abraçar um pedaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me envolva todo em seus braços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu serei o perfeito amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4914600633326206992?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4914600633326206992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=4914600633326206992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4914600633326206992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4914600633326206992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/amor-sntese.html' title='AMOR É SÍNTESE'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHJNjM5aa5I/AAAAAAAAANo/VCe_fm2a9k8/s72-c/meu_amor_imagem_top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-6210948264684693864</id><published>2008-07-07T12:24:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:18:49.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHI3bj72f6I/AAAAAAAAANg/Hmxy5KHPc_Y/s1600-h/anjo%252027842252965378497049895708945y63652615265897645%25206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220295864718098338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHI3bj72f6I/AAAAAAAAANg/Hmxy5KHPc_Y/s320/anjo%252027842252965378497049895708945y63652615265897645%25206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soneto do amigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, depois de tanto erro passado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantas retaliações, tanto perigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eis que ressurge noutro o velho amigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca perdido, sempre reencontrado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom sentá-lo novamente ao lado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com olhos que contêm o olhar antigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre comigo um pouco atribulado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E como sempre singular comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um bicho igual a mim, simples e humano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabendo se mover e comover &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a disfarçar com o meu próprio engano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amigo: um ser que a vida não explica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que só se vai ao ver outro nascer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o espelho de minha alma multiplica...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-6210948264684693864?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/6210948264684693864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=6210948264684693864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6210948264684693864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6210948264684693864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/soneto-do-amigo-enfim-depois-de-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHI3bj72f6I/AAAAAAAAANg/Hmxy5KHPc_Y/s72-c/anjo%252027842252965378497049895708945y63652615265897645%25206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-5561895314124305194</id><published>2008-07-07T12:11:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:38:19.741-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHIzBdsmq2I/AAAAAAAAANI/NPKYJKIbYX0/s1600-h/casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220291018320423778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHIzBdsmq2I/AAAAAAAAANI/NPKYJKIbYX0/s320/casal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anjo da sorte!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor perdido, bandido de tanto querer.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo contempla, o que ainda restou.&lt;br /&gt;Margeia e conduz, numa sorte fatal.&lt;br /&gt;Vira caminho convexo e estreito,&lt;br /&gt;De tanta sorte tornou-se anjo vidal&lt;br /&gt;Simulando ser um grandioso rei.&lt;br /&gt;Transcrito sem letras, nem sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Sem marcas gritantes e escuras,&lt;br /&gt;Suaves por certo, em lugares grotescos.&lt;br /&gt;Simbolizando amores perdidos e incertos.&lt;br /&gt;Cobertos de prazeres que a vida é capaz&lt;br /&gt;Rodopia, desafia e contudo, não se julga...&lt;br /&gt;Ser o que é, um anjo solitário, de que a vida já fez.&lt;br /&gt;Num instante trouxe a sorte, pra um dia descrever.&lt;br /&gt;Traceja sinuosamente cada momento de prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Ou se tem poderes, espera um dia revelar.&lt;br /&gt;Acredita e transforma sonhos em fatal realidade&lt;br /&gt;Prazeres em pura verdade, as soltas ainda vai dar.&lt;br /&gt;Antes, confunde a sabe, já foi tão querido.&lt;br /&gt;Conseguiu despertar outros amores adormecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Finge ter medo de ser, e golpeia o azar.&lt;br /&gt;Embala e toma forma de figura escultural&lt;br /&gt;Transcende o inócuo da vida carnal&lt;br /&gt;Anjo da sorte, simbolizando amores incertos.&lt;br /&gt;Faz feliz quem quiser, basta saber a hora de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Anjo seu, anjo meu, anjo de vida e luz.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe nele estão contidos todos os segredos,&lt;br /&gt;Segredos de quem, o verdadeiro amor não viveu.&lt;br /&gt;Não descobriu que mora em cada um de nós&lt;br /&gt;Poderes de espera, para um dia se desvendar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;[Wolney Tavares]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-5561895314124305194?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/5561895314124305194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=5561895314124305194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5561895314124305194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/5561895314124305194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/anjo-da-sorte-amor-perdido-bandido-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHIzBdsmq2I/AAAAAAAAANI/NPKYJKIbYX0/s72-c/casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-4262248620447119932</id><published>2008-07-06T14:40:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:04:08.864-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nil Coelho'/><title type='text'>LIBERDADE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHOGDYwJeAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7X9DSmEEZVU/s1600-h/BEIJA-FLOR-DE-GARGANTA-VERDE+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220663785794664450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHOGDYwJeAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7X9DSmEEZVU/s320/BEIJA-FLOR-DE-GARGANTA-VERDE+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBERDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não deixa&lt;br /&gt;Você quer respirar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Ou no mínimo o mesmo ar que eu&lt;br /&gt;Isso me deixa com apnéia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero voar&lt;br /&gt;Mas você quer me cortar as asas,&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu precise das suas,&lt;br /&gt;Assim, você poderá controlar meu "ir e vir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser eu mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Mas você quer que “eu” seja “nós”,&lt;br /&gt;Isso eu não consigo!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso volto a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Só amor não basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade é a chave&lt;br /&gt;Através dela você pode&lt;br /&gt;Conquistar meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tente me prender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou como o beija-flor&lt;br /&gt;Que só é feliz quando é livre.&lt;br /&gt;Numa gaiola, sua vida enfraquece &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E logo ele morre&lt;br /&gt;Assim é também o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres do seu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não me sufoque,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ser livre!&lt;br /&gt;Livre...livre como o beija-flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[autora: Nil Coelho]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-4262248620447119932?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/4262248620447119932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=4262248620447119932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4262248620447119932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/4262248620447119932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/liberdade_06.html' title='LIBERDADE!'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHOGDYwJeAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7X9DSmEEZVU/s72-c/BEIJA-FLOR-DE-GARGANTA-VERDE+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-1608594025416769043</id><published>2008-07-05T22:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:36:49.264-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHD9ia8-w4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mEw3hKUlS_g/s1600-h/Tristeza3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219950735914877826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHD9ia8-w4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mEw3hKUlS_g/s320/Tristeza3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma amiga, Sandra, me mandou esta mensgem. Achei muito linda e quero compartilhar com vcs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Às vezes nos sentimos meio perdidos, sozinhos e sentimos a necessidade de buscar novos caminhos para nossas vidas... nessa caminhada, encontramos muitas pedras que lapidadas transformam-se em uma jóia preciosa: a experiência! Encontraremos pessoas mais novas... e com elas reaprenderemos a inocência perdida... Encontraremos pessoas mais idosas... e com elas aprenderemos a ser maduros... Aprenderemos que o fogo que queima também esquenta as noites de frio... Em algum momento nossa caminhada será interrompida e aprenderemos que foi apenas uma pausa para o descanso da alma... Às vezes achamos que perdemos algumas pessoas, mais depois percebemos que elas é que nos perderam. Sentiremos medo e solidão, mas encontraremos sempre a mão amiga daquele que foi crucificado por nós... Ao final desta grande caminhada que se chama VIDA, perceberemos que o que realmente importa são aquelas coisas que podemos carregar... Porque as que não podemos Deus carregará por nós..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-1608594025416769043?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1608594025416769043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=1608594025416769043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1608594025416769043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1608594025416769043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/minha-amiga-sandra-me-mandou-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SHD9ia8-w4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/mEw3hKUlS_g/s72-c/Tristeza3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-1032802455936973239</id><published>2008-07-04T12:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:27:45.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5A15jdYsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Qv0H1nqlZ0/s1600-h/anna-tag-uma-linda-mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219180312895775426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5A15jdYsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Qv0H1nqlZ0/s320/anna-tag-uma-linda-mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linda mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda senhora, passa contente.&lt;br /&gt;Nem me olha, ou nem me vê!&lt;br /&gt;Seu jeito exultante de andar&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me ver, no seu colo deitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não importas mais comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais o que posso te fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Só não posso pensar que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Vou embora, posso não mais te ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda senhora, passa todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Toda hora na minha lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia eu puder comigo levar,&lt;br /&gt;Levarei com zelo ardor e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sempre teve, esse dom de bondade.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta gente diferente na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Conquista mais uma vez, senhora.&lt;br /&gt;Cura, oh! Infindável vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afaga com vivacidade, seu jeito de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Mata de uma vez, o que sinto por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Linda senhora, linda menina mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Olha pra mim, olha pra quem te quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha todas as horas, olha pra valer.&lt;br /&gt;Cuida de mim, se não seu anjo,&lt;br /&gt;De tédio um dia pode morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Minha linda, mulher!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wolney Tavares)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-1032802455936973239?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1032802455936973239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=1032802455936973239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1032802455936973239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1032802455936973239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/linda-mulher_04.html' title='Linda mulher'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5A15jdYsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Qv0H1nqlZ0/s72-c/anna-tag-uma-linda-mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-8533930226396485101</id><published>2008-07-03T23:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:30:13.357-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Wolney Divino Tavares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG2PJN2Z0fI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tG7c24NGya8/s1600-h/Wolney+Tavarres.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218984931691713010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="309" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG2PJN2Z0fI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tG7c24NGya8/s320/Wolney+Tavarres.JPG" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolney Divino Tavares é natural de Goiatuba Estado de Goiás, libriano do dia 11 de Outubro do ano de 1953. Ator, servidor público municipal e produtor rural.&lt;br /&gt;Filho único do casal, Lídia Tavares Xavier e Aeste Alves de Araújo. Entre outros, foi aluno do Colégio Estadual de Goiatuba; Bolsista pelo MEC-UNICEF-UNESCO no CFPP em Morrinho Goiás, onde fez o Curso Secundário; Aluno do Curso de Ciências Econômicas pela Universidade Católica de Goiás e Orientação Educacional pela Pontifícia Universidade Católica do Rio de Janeiro; Cursou Teatro pela Academia OIÁ – Rio de Janeiro; Fotógrafo profissional, filiado à Associação Brasileira dos Fotógrafos, possuidor de vários prêmios; Ensaísta poético, com poemas publicados em jornais; Detentor do 5º Lugar, na “Categoria Poesias” no Festival ASAS – 1.989 em Rio Verde-Go.&lt;br /&gt;Ingressou no serviço público municipal por Concurso Público em 1990. Presidente do Sindicato dos Servidores Públicos da Prefeitura e Câmara Municipal de Goiatuba por 3 (três) mandatos.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos fundadores e Presidente do Movimento Cultural Terrajóia; Participou da Antologia Poética de Cidades Brasileiras, 1987 pela Shogun Arte Editora – Rio de Janeiro; Um apaixonado e pesquisador da “História de Goiatuba”; Primeiro Presidente do Conselho Municipal da Educação de Goiatuba; Detentor da Comenda Gabinatti, título concedido pela Câmara Municipal de Vereadores de Goiatuba, em reconhecimento ao trabalho prestado pelo resgate Histórico Cultural do Município de Goiatuba; Membro integrante do GTComunitário, na elaboração do Plano Diretor Democrático da Cidade de Goiatuba. “Sua veia poética corroborada pela adoração que emana do fundo do ego, por sua terra, fez nascer poemas de invejável magnitude”. “É por você.” Fragmentos Poéticos Selecionados I e II, um trabalho inegável. “Wolney, nas linhas e entrelinhas de cada composição, é um pouco de tudo isso, e mais um pouco. Um verdadeiro artista, um poeta inato, de fato, natural, imortal”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu livro será lançado em outubro de 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te desejo todo sucesso do mundo meu amigo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-8533930226396485101?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/8533930226396485101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=8533930226396485101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8533930226396485101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/8533930226396485101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/wolney-divino-tavares.html' title='Wolney Divino Tavares'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG2PJN2Z0fI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tG7c24NGya8/s72-c/Wolney+Tavarres.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-6926880674358039274</id><published>2008-07-03T23:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:40:26.369-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Loucuras de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG2N2pJ3GnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VcK71MQn4gM/s1600-h/Return.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218983513091938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG2N2pJ3GnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VcK71MQn4gM/s320/Return.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG2NhvBbX9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/foLWyeNGHMs/s1600-h/mulher_-5014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loucuras de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero te ver&lt;br /&gt;Vestida de rosa&lt;br /&gt;Rosa simples&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo nua&lt;br /&gt;Despida pra valer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Tivesse o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pudesse assim dizer&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te vestida&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te nua&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te minha&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Só pra gente ver&lt;br /&gt;O que pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Por isso te quero de rosas&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitada de flores&lt;br /&gt;Despida pra valer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse ontem&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu, eu e você!&lt;br /&gt;Quero te ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Autor: Wolney Tavares)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-6926880674358039274?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/6926880674358039274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=6926880674358039274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6926880674358039274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6926880674358039274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/loucuras-de-amor.html' title='Loucuras de amor'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG2N2pJ3GnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VcK71MQn4gM/s72-c/Return.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-3067128155063910300</id><published>2008-07-03T22:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:42:33.621-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Trago-te então</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG1-IdBALiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Wn03OJmYlOs/s1600-h/Flor_102790515_019_flores.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218966226885160482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG1-IdBALiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Wn03OJmYlOs/s320/Flor_102790515_019_flores.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trago-te então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te rosas e espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais, amor e carinho!&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te uma vida quase inefável,&lt;br /&gt;Além de tudo, entrego-me por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te renuncias do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Da minha total realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo maciço e inabalável&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te mais do que pude, amor sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nobreza, da mais humilde ternura.&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te, o presente de uma saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora tu verás, nos olhos meus.&lt;br /&gt;O encontro dos nossos olhares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que isso é meu&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te então, tudo que é teu.&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as alamedas, trago-te então.&lt;br /&gt;Para que elas sejam nossos, caminhares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te tudo que fiz na vida,&lt;br /&gt;Para que nada possa leva-te de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo abastado e constante&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que pude conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tu saberás o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te então o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Se me desejas como nunca&lt;br /&gt;Se na verdade, me ofereço por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos os momentos vividos,&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te, e deixaremos.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa soberana,&lt;br /&gt;Quando fenecermos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rastro do amor esplêndido&lt;br /&gt;Que só nós vivenciamos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaremos então.&lt;br /&gt;Trago-te de nós, “eternamente”!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Autor: Wolney Tavares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-3067128155063910300?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/3067128155063910300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=3067128155063910300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3067128155063910300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/3067128155063910300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/trago-te-ento.html' title='Trago-te então'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG1-IdBALiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Wn03OJmYlOs/s72-c/Flor_102790515_019_flores.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-6382505998456709921</id><published>2008-07-03T22:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:43:59.077-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Procura-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5E4BmPvWI/AAAAAAAAALg/3_fgTIZzFWU/s1600-h/Wolney+Tavarres.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219184747461197154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5E4BmPvWI/AAAAAAAAALg/3_fgTIZzFWU/s320/Wolney+Tavarres.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procura-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres saber por onde ando,&lt;br /&gt;Procura-me em teus seios&lt;br /&gt;Pelo caminho que deixou&lt;br /&gt;Por onde um dia passou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura-me que terás&lt;br /&gt;Na vaidade do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Na lascívia da vida desejada&lt;br /&gt;No seio da existência amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres saber na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te procuro no passado&lt;br /&gt;Busco-te com infindável saudade&lt;br /&gt;Por onde pude ter andado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou singelo e solto, moleque maroto.&lt;br /&gt;Procura-me que terás, como um dia talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Viu-me passar sorrindo sem dor&lt;br /&gt;Se queres saber, procura-me que sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nada poderei te dar&lt;br /&gt;Senão singelo e moleque menino.&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia pelo caminho deixou&lt;br /&gt;Por onde um dia passou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura-me ainda hoje&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã poderá não mais ser&lt;br /&gt;Serei ou não, homem maduro,&lt;br /&gt;E todo nosso caminho, ter deixado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura-me ainda hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Por onde podes ter passado,&lt;br /&gt;Procura-me que sou,&lt;br /&gt;Seu maroto menino!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autor: Wolney Tavares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-6382505998456709921?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/6382505998456709921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=6382505998456709921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6382505998456709921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/6382505998456709921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/procura-me.html' title='Procura-me'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5E4BmPvWI/AAAAAAAAALg/3_fgTIZzFWU/s72-c/Wolney+Tavarres.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4154045669030506395.post-1188436823052333319</id><published>2008-07-03T22:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:45:11.998-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas de Wolney Tavares'/><title type='text'>Cantarei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5EOoL36xI/AAAAAAAAALY/5EWf6QZDpIQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219184036265061138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5EOoL36xI/AAAAAAAAALY/5EWf6QZDpIQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cantarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E no fim de cada dia ...&lt;br /&gt;Cantarei pra minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Cada hora que possa estender-se&lt;br /&gt;Que ela possa comigo alegrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus últimos desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Deixados na minha face alargada,&lt;br /&gt;Cantarei pra ti ...minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Cantarei ao corpo frio, estirado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha interrupção involuntária&lt;br /&gt;De quem fiz comigo caminhar, rir e chorar...&lt;br /&gt;A boca malvada, no trépido instante,&lt;br /&gt;Cantarei teus desejos, que antes me fez beijar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrependido talvez... cantarei pra me alegrar&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz calada, em silêncio pra me escutar,&lt;br /&gt;Como fim cristalino, preciso e imaculado.&lt;br /&gt;Cantarei como nunca... ao corpo frio, estendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mórbido sem vida, ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Num dueto, cantarei com meu algoz,&lt;br /&gt;Nos traços escritos da minha sorte.&lt;br /&gt;Lido, relido na palma da minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantarei... no meu último adeus !&lt;br /&gt;Olharei por certo, com pesar ou desprezo&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo descoberto que não mais me servirá&lt;br /&gt;Cantarei com minha alma, todo o silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Da minha despedida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Autor: Wolney Tavares)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4154045669030506395-1188436823052333319?l=nilcoelho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/feeds/1188436823052333319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4154045669030506395&amp;postID=1188436823052333319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1188436823052333319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4154045669030506395/posts/default/1188436823052333319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilcoelho.blogspot.com/2008/07/cantarei.html' title='Cantarei'/><author><name>Nil Coelho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05202753969208181729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SGlZ85DlTFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d7emyVyVSd0/S220/02+074b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nklu1qVx2Bs/SG5EOoL36xI/AAAAAAAAALY/5EWf6QZDpIQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
