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a cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritei teu nome em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos sem brilho&lt;br /&gt;Perdiam-me perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo sem força&lt;br /&gt;E o teu corpo ensangüentado,&lt;br /&gt;Sem música&lt;br /&gt;Sem risos&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei um minuto depois&lt;br /&gt;Quando tu já se despedias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7717386622040615498?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7717386622040615498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7717386622040615498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Em algum lugar do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor insite em desabrochar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada minuto &lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar perto daqui&lt;br /&gt;Alguém insiste em sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me do teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me do teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;Descubro o que é saudade&lt;br /&gt;Descubro o que é amar.&lt;br /&gt;A cada minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/03/2010&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Um dos meus melhores poemas acredito eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1176242397220309069?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1176242397220309069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-2064842205739925138</id><published>2011-04-01T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:11:48.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menina flor</title><content type='html'>Menina flor&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma rosa é tão &lt;br /&gt;Suave quanto a tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem cheiro de sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;E o gosto de sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu beijo é feito de arrepio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu-me um beijo&lt;br /&gt;E correu para o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Se foi e deixou-me&lt;br /&gt;A saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo mar que éi&lt;br /&gt;De me banhar&lt;br /&gt;Antes de acabar&lt;br /&gt;Estes versos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-2064842205739925138?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2064842205739925138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=2064842205739925138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2064842205739925138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2064842205739925138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/menina-flor.html' 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Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4123346886726806048?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4123346886726806048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4123346886726806048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4123346886726806048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4123346886726806048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/suor.html' title='Suor'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8566026633929711898</id><published>2011-04-01T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:02:11.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canavial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukO7V99pb8k/TZZLAFrRFsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-Z36Q8TmwhA/s1600/imagem8canavial.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukO7V99pb8k/TZZLAFrRFsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-Z36Q8TmwhA/s200/imagem8canavial.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro incendiamos o canavial&lt;br /&gt;Feito uma cachaça que queima a garganta.&lt;br /&gt;Depois corta-se a cana e espalha&lt;br /&gt;O mel pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Feito o sangue dos escravos modernos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o caldo de cana no calor torna-se açúcar,&lt;br /&gt;Feito um dia de trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Que acaba numa noite de sono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8566026633929711898?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8566026633929711898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8566026633929711898' 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-6865062563908466591.post-5143323283965696247</id><published>2011-04-01T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:51:25.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy quiero um beso&lt;br /&gt;Pero mananã talvez&lt;br /&gt;Uno no basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia añoranza&lt;br /&gt;Aumenta a cada reencontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigún poema&lt;br /&gt;Serás tan belo&lt;br /&gt;Como mi amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro beso&lt;br /&gt;No es apenas&lt;br /&gt;Um tocar de lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5143323283965696247?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-2478623656121213894</id><published>2011-04-01T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:45:44.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tua lágrima quente&lt;br /&gt;Parece com a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Essa solidão que rasga&lt;br /&gt;Teu peito feito um grito&lt;br /&gt;Não és tão tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ti muitos outros&lt;br /&gt;Perguntaram o porque&lt;br /&gt;Existe um Deus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta e meia&lt;br /&gt;Descobrimos o que somos&lt;br /&gt;E tentamos dormi&lt;br /&gt;Para que tudo passe logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/02/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-2478623656121213894?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2478623656121213894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=2478623656121213894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2478623656121213894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2478623656121213894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/04/tua-lagrima-quente-parece-com-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-5574436403149172376</id><published>2011-03-31T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:22:38.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pequeno tirar de óculos</title><content type='html'>Teus olhos estão borrados&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso sumiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Veio perdendo a cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O feio e o belo&lt;br /&gt;Já não são diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me restou foi o medo,&lt;br /&gt;O medo de não conseguir&lt;br /&gt;encontrá-la no meio disso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/11/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5574436403149172376?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5574436403149172376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5574436403149172376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5574436403149172376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5574436403149172376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-pequeno-tirar-de-oculos.html' title='Um pequeno tirar de óculos'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7712060879079750945</id><published>2011-03-31T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:20:35.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só se aprende a amar amando</title><content type='html'>Venho aprendendo o significado do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado a cada instante em que nos completamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a sentir teu perfume em minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;Me deste um sorriso que não me deixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me perto de ti em meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Acordado tuas lembranças me fazem compania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7712060879079750945?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7712060879079750945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7712060879079750945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7712060879079750945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7712060879079750945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-se-aprende-amar-amando.html' title='Só se aprende a amar amando'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-5317958574254624379</id><published>2011-03-31T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:19:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sertão</title><content type='html'>Aqui o vento me conta&lt;br /&gt;Os segredos do luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nascer das flores&lt;br /&gt;Quando não se espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vem vindo devagar&lt;br /&gt;Um ano ou trinta dias&lt;br /&gt;Não faz muita diferença por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim é o meu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/12/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5317958574254624379?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5317958574254624379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5317958574254624379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5317958574254624379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5317958574254624379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/sertao.html' title='Sertão'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4104186337211679729</id><published>2011-03-31T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:15:29.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por repetidas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio disse&lt;br /&gt;Que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada deve ser dito&lt;br /&gt;Antes que se sinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada deve ser lembrado&lt;br /&gt;Antes de se tornar&lt;br /&gt;Uma lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o vento irá contar&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/12/2010&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4104186337211679729?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4104186337211679729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4104186337211679729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4104186337211679729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4104186337211679729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-repetidas-vezes-em-silencio-disse.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8518917962151716853</id><published>2011-03-31T16:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:13:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não vi a chuva cair&lt;br /&gt;Senti seu perfume&lt;br /&gt;E seu canto distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu-me saudade&lt;br /&gt;De sentir meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Úmidos novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu-me saudade &lt;br /&gt;De sentir-me envolvido&lt;br /&gt;Por inteiro por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui já é janeiro&lt;br /&gt;E a chuva não tarda chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8518917962151716853?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8518917962151716853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8518917962151716853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8518917962151716853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8518917962151716853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-vi-chuva-cair-senti-seu-perfume-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4507086924350370969</id><published>2011-03-31T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:13:12.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sabia o quanto &lt;br /&gt;Sentiria a tua falta,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei por quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sentirei teu perfume me minha camisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu suor se misturando com o teu&lt;br /&gt;Minhas pernas se misturando com as tuas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/11/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4507086924350370969?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4507086924350370969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4507086924350370969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4507086924350370969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4507086924350370969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-sabia-o-quanto-sentiria-tua-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4236294241647568919</id><published>2011-03-31T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:12:43.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minhas mãos ainda tremem,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei bem o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Fujo um pouco do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Por não saber estar nele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro e saio em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém percebe meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém percebe meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;Escorrendo entre os dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia esta tão claro&lt;br /&gt;Que não consigo distinguir&lt;br /&gt;As cores do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;E o belo se desfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/01/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4236294241647568919?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4236294241647568919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4236294241647568919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4236294241647568919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4236294241647568919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/minhas-maos-ainda-tremem-nem-sei-bem-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-2819541737682509237</id><published>2011-03-31T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:09:54.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como irei saber&lt;br /&gt;Distinguir a realidade&lt;br /&gt;De um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TV repete as notícias&lt;br /&gt;Os livros não são tão livres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia não deixa de ser papel&lt;br /&gt;E sempre volto a estar no ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todas as noites&lt;br /&gt;Apaixono-me pela mesma&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/12/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-2819541737682509237?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2819541737682509237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=2819541737682509237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2819541737682509237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2819541737682509237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-irei-saber-distinguir-realidade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-3287117483811315652</id><published>2011-03-31T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:07:06.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes tornar-se &lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil dizer que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos deságuam&lt;br /&gt;Só em imaginar nosso abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só em saber que sempre&lt;br /&gt;Terei o teu colo&lt;br /&gt;Para me refugiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes torna-se&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil dizer &lt;br /&gt;Que Eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/11/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3287117483811315652?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3287117483811315652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3287117483811315652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3287117483811315652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3287117483811315652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-vezes-tornar-se-tao-dificil-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7255121207076648217</id><published>2011-03-31T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:59:22.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Antes da lágrima &lt;br /&gt;Escorrer pelo meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a dor de um&lt;br /&gt;Pecado que não fiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito resiste ao suicídio.&lt;br /&gt;Resisto a minha própria desistência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me dou mais alguns dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/01/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nossas dúvidas nossas dores&lt;br /&gt;que por vezes insistem em nos cegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7255121207076648217?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7255121207076648217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7255121207076648217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7255121207076648217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7255121207076648217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/antes-da-lagrima-escorrer-pelo-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4698471751640814969</id><published>2011-03-31T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:52:59.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaga-Lume</title><content type='html'>Ainda não consegui dormir&lt;br /&gt;A noite mais parece dia.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos vidrados&lt;br /&gt;Em cada detalhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto a estar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Num canto do quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Volto a entristecer-me&lt;br /&gt;Com as pessoas do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pequena luz do vaga-lume&lt;br /&gt;É a única esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que me resta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/12/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4698471751640814969?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4698471751640814969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4698471751640814969' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4698471751640814969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4698471751640814969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/vaga-lume.html' title='Vaga-Lume'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7463228434309303755</id><published>2011-03-31T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:48:43.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A vida tem daqueles dias&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém sabe o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos chorar muito &lt;br /&gt;Nem sorrir alguns segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia nos sentimos só,&lt;br /&gt;Mas recebemos tantos abraços&lt;br /&gt;Que perdemos a conta.&lt;br /&gt;E sem saber o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas falam e falam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não entendemos &lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;E o por que de tudo aquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7463228434309303755?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7463228434309303755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7463228434309303755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7463228434309303755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7463228434309303755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida-tem-daqueles-dias-que-ninguem-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7234178127999376034</id><published>2011-03-28T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:37:02.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acordei de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo teu perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo ainda &lt;br /&gt;Aquecido pelo teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade vindo&lt;br /&gt;Derretendo meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs estão tão frias&lt;br /&gt;Que não quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentir teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/11/2099&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7234178127999376034?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7234178127999376034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7234178127999376034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7234178127999376034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7234178127999376034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/acordei-de-um-sonho-ouvindo-tua-voz.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4121451061839567193</id><published>2011-03-28T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:32:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sei com exatidão&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor é eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Nem saberia definir&lt;br /&gt;O que é amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primavera esta sim é eterna&lt;br /&gt;Não há como definir,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele brotar das flores,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primavera assim como &lt;br /&gt;O amor dever ser sentida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4121451061839567193?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4121451061839567193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4121451061839567193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4121451061839567193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4121451061839567193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-sei-com-exatidao-se-o-amor-e-eterno.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-857889662349719927</id><published>2011-03-28T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:22:43.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roubastes</title><content type='html'>Roubaste meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E me fizestes ver outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubastes meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;E me deste um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubastes metade de mim&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-me completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-857889662349719927?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/857889662349719927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=857889662349719927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/857889662349719927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/857889662349719927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/roubastes.html' title='Roubastes'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-500475233710290270</id><published>2011-03-28T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:17:33.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meus lábios só&lt;br /&gt;Encaixam-se nos teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz só&lt;br /&gt;Ganha sentido&lt;br /&gt;Sussurrada em teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos se transformam&lt;br /&gt;Em poesia quando tocam teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus poemas...&lt;br /&gt;Meus poemas são teus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-500475233710290270?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/500475233710290270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=500475233710290270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/500475233710290270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/500475233710290270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/meus-labios-so-encaixam-se-nos-teus.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8595987746361690730</id><published>2011-03-28T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:11:03.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que nos mantêm juntos&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja esta certa distancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há um dia&lt;br /&gt;Em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Que não deseje&lt;br /&gt;Tê-la em meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos embebecidos&lt;br /&gt;Com a lembrança de teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que me resta&lt;br /&gt;Numa tarde quente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/10/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8595987746361690730?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8595987746361690730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8595987746361690730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8595987746361690730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8595987746361690730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-nos-mantem-juntos-talvez-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-3285944059961594621</id><published>2011-03-28T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:08:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não existe água sem ar,&lt;br /&gt;Nem ar sem água.&lt;br /&gt;Não existe distancia sem tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existimos um para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Liga-se a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade&lt;br /&gt;Liga-me a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/10/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3285944059961594621?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3285944059961594621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3285944059961594621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3285944059961594621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3285944059961594621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-existe-agua-sem-ar-nem-ar-sem-agua.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-3876802902407745329</id><published>2011-03-28T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:01:12.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes não &lt;br /&gt;Sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Com essa saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Vejo tuas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes&lt;br /&gt;Parece que estamos &lt;br /&gt;Tão perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sussurro teu nome&lt;br /&gt;E vejo teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/10/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3876802902407745329?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3876802902407745329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3876802902407745329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3876802902407745329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3876802902407745329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-vezes-nao-sei-o-que-fazer-com-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra 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um carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço é doar-se por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-508567576482175082?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/508567576482175082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=508567576482175082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/508567576482175082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/508567576482175082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admirando a mesma lua&lt;br /&gt;E sonhando com a menina&lt;br /&gt;Que mudará a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6329904042366929215?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6329904042366929215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6329904042366929215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6329904042366929215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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beijos&lt;br /&gt;Cada beijo parecia ser o primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um se completando &lt;br /&gt;Com o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/10/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5984838124713628844?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5984838124713628844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5984838124713628844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5984838124713628844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5984838124713628844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/comentario-de-terceiros.html' title='Comentario de Terceiros'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-1260352770520447316</id><published>2011-03-28T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:43:37.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Café da Manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKNN8Nw-_Yg/TZDkzR3QaKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8GwrmLvc_PI/s1600/ac_mendigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKNN8Nw-_Yg/TZDkzR3QaKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8GwrmLvc_PI/s200/ac_mendigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro ovos&lt;br /&gt;Um copo de leite&lt;br /&gt;E um pouco de açúcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase nada para um &lt;br /&gt;Morador de rua.&lt;br /&gt;Quase tudo para&lt;br /&gt;Os que não conseguem ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/10/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1260352770520447316?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1260352770520447316/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKNN8Nw-_Yg/TZDkzR3QaKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8GwrmLvc_PI/s72-c/ac_mendigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-1193046169377065722</id><published>2011-03-22T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:20:07.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um que morre sem nome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIJXbf80sUw/TYlKpcWxeCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Id5Kgh5uhkM/s1600/id_portinari_crianca_morta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIJXbf80sUw/TYlKpcWxeCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Id5Kgh5uhkM/s200/id_portinari_crianca_morta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um que morre sem nome,&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo ainda quente continua no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Teu sangue alimentando a terra de seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros tantos virão a tombar&lt;br /&gt;Condenados por sonhar em demasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um...&lt;br /&gt;Mais um...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre haverá mais um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dedicado a todas as crianças&lt;br /&gt;que são assassinadas todos os&lt;br /&gt;dias por todo o pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Pintura de Candido Portinari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1193046169377065722?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1193046169377065722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1193046169377065722' 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-6865062563908466591.post-3144306035141474150</id><published>2011-03-22T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:05:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasga-me o peito</title><content type='html'>Rasga-me o peito&lt;br /&gt;Devolve-me o que roubaste.&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas confundem-se&lt;br /&gt;Com o suor em meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me confundo&lt;br /&gt;Com teu perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não pode ser &lt;br /&gt;Tão belo e tão cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Uma rosa nunca&lt;br /&gt;Saberá que é uma rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/09/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3144306035141474150?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-5244264745234662650</id><published>2011-03-22T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:58:29.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vou sumir por um tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Tempo suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Para que a tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Se torne saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quanto&lt;br /&gt;Tempo vou desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vou sentir teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Em minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas numa noite&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;E ser teu novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/09/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tentei me enganar, para não sentir&lt;br /&gt;a dor de estar longe do Amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5244264745234662650?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5244264745234662650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5244264745234662650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5244264745234662650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5244264745234662650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/vou-sumir-por-um-tempo-tempo-suficiente.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-267914833804572270</id><published>2011-03-22T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:45:38.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem saber ao certo</title><content type='html'>Sem saber ao certo&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceria&lt;br /&gt;Aproximei-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;E teu sorriso &lt;br /&gt;Logo me envolveu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te mostrei algo que desconhecia,&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo que antes não via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança tornou-se sonho&lt;br /&gt;A esperança aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-267914833804572270?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/267914833804572270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=267914833804572270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/267914833804572270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/267914833804572270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-saber-ao-certo.html' title='Sem saber ao certo'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8866488539193084512</id><published>2011-03-22T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:40:15.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px1EayMQGDk/TYlBX-oXMMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/neKPXcoIcTs/s1600/Toulouse-Lautrec%2BBed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px1EayMQGDk/TYlBX-oXMMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/neKPXcoIcTs/s200/Toulouse-Lautrec%2BBed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje serei o teu travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;Teu lençol em lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;O teu conforto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E minha voz &lt;br /&gt;Chegará em teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Feito um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei tua calma&lt;br /&gt;Teu jeito de ver o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/09/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pintura de Toulouse Lautred&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8866488539193084512?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8866488539193084512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8866488539193084512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8866488539193084512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8866488539193084512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/hoje-serei-o-teu-travesseiro-teu-lencol.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px1EayMQGDk/TYlBX-oXMMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/neKPXcoIcTs/s72-c/Toulouse-Lautrec%2BBed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-6855949324251465777</id><published>2011-03-22T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:35:44.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introdução Crítica a poética</title><content type='html'>Toda poesia é falsa&lt;br /&gt;Assim como são falsos&lt;br /&gt;Teus beijos ora doces&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca havia sentido&lt;br /&gt;Ora deliciosamente salgados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os teus belos olhos &lt;br /&gt;O que seriam sem os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos teimam&lt;br /&gt;Em tocar tua pele delicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda essa bobagem&lt;br /&gt;Só faz sentido para&lt;br /&gt;Os que amam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6855949324251465777?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6855949324251465777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6855949324251465777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6855949324251465777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6855949324251465777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/03/introducao-critica-poetica.html' title='Introdução Crítica a poética'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-3723530630209834321</id><published>2011-02-18T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:15:12.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem mémoria</title><content type='html'>Esqueci teu endereço,&lt;br /&gt;Teu perfume, teu riso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci quase tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que me ligava a você.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me apenas &lt;br /&gt;De teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Não há como esquecê-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos que &lt;br /&gt;Encantaram os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fazem com que&lt;br /&gt;Eles procurem is teus &lt;br /&gt;Em cada detalhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(08/07/2009)&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;br /&gt;Phelipe Bezerra Braga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3723530630209834321?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3723530630209834321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3723530630209834321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3723530630209834321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3723530630209834321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/sem-memoria.html' title='Sem mémoria'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7976589965038258554</id><published>2011-02-18T15:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:14:20.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estréia</title><content type='html'>Não estarei na platéia&lt;br /&gt;A ti admirar sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;Nem poderei abraça - lá&lt;br /&gt;No apagar das luzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei a imaginar-te&lt;br /&gt;Deslizando sobre o palco&lt;br /&gt;Arrancando sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei a sentir saudade&lt;br /&gt;De tê-la em meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vou aprendendo&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo à amá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7976589965038258554?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7976589965038258554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7976589965038258554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7976589965038258554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7976589965038258554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/estreia.html' title='Estréia'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-1539529805564073420</id><published>2011-02-18T15:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:13:56.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-me livre</title><content type='html'>Sinto-me livre&lt;br /&gt;Quando passeio&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio da noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me vigia&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me condena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que existe são &lt;br /&gt;Algumas estrelas, &lt;br /&gt;Prédios vazios&lt;br /&gt;Uma brisa leve&lt;br /&gt;E um jovem procurando paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;Phelipe B. Braga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1539529805564073420?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1539529805564073420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1539529805564073420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1539529805564073420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1539529805564073420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/sinto-me-livre.html' title='Sinto-me livre'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-2282301069123016296</id><published>2011-02-18T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:13:30.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse meu riso</title><content type='html'>Essa minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;Inexplicável de dançar&lt;br /&gt;Não me fazem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falam que é o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez então nunca &lt;br /&gt;Tenha amado.&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo o que&lt;br /&gt;Sinto é tão novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a cada descoberta&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;Nessa paixão clandestina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/06/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-2282301069123016296?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2282301069123016296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=2282301069123016296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2282301069123016296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2282301069123016296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/esse-meu-riso.html' title='Esse meu riso'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-481654980189711034</id><published>2011-02-18T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:12:39.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diante do Espelho</title><content type='html'>Diante do Espelho&lt;br /&gt;Me arrumo para ti,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não me veja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro a melhor roupa&lt;br /&gt;O melhor perfume,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para agradá-la. &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos reencontraremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço minha barba&lt;br /&gt;E escrevo algumas &lt;br /&gt;Cartas para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(07/07/2009)&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;br /&gt;Phelipe Bezerra Braga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-481654980189711034?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/481654980189711034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=481654980189711034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/481654980189711034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/481654980189711034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/diante-do-espelho.html' title='Diante do Espelho'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7327549859932639070</id><published>2011-02-18T15:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:11:52.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poderiamos repetir nossa dança</title><content type='html'>Como se repetem os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Ver em teus olhos meus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;A poesia deixa o papel&lt;br /&gt;E ganha movimento&lt;br /&gt;E nos tornamos uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu perfume em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;É a lembrança que me resta&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que pensei ter sonhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;P. Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7327549859932639070?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7327549859932639070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7327549859932639070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7327549859932639070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7327549859932639070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/poderiamos-repetir-nossa-danca.html' title='Poderiamos repetir nossa dança'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-5522737523085212130</id><published>2011-02-18T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:11:18.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Devo estar enlouquecendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca senti algo tão forte,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto o que senti em nosso&lt;br /&gt;Ultimo* beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso não me deixa&lt;br /&gt;A cada minuto meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Tentam pronunciar teu nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em cada sonho estamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*O mais recente.&lt;br /&gt;10/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;br /&gt;Phelipe Bezerra Braga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5522737523085212130?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5522737523085212130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5522737523085212130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5522737523085212130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5522737523085212130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/devo-estar-enlouquecendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-3903026345815460819</id><published>2011-02-18T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:10:24.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um até logo</title><content type='html'>Meus olhos seguiram&lt;br /&gt;Teu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;Sentia cheiro azul&lt;br /&gt;De teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradava-me ver teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos que riam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios tocaram tua pele&lt;br /&gt;E desejavam que o nosso adeus&lt;br /&gt;Fosse um até logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;br /&gt;Phelipe B. Braga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3903026345815460819?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3903026345815460819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3903026345815460819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3903026345815460819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3903026345815460819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-ate-logo.html' title='Um até logo'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-3875882171508771651</id><published>2011-02-18T15:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:09:57.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembro-me tanto</title><content type='html'>Lembro – me tanto&lt;br /&gt;De nossos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Que quase não há&lt;br /&gt;Mais lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos sentem &lt;br /&gt;A falta de teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus ouvidos esperam&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir tua voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te espero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3875882171508771651?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3875882171508771651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3875882171508771651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3875882171508771651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3875882171508771651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/lembro-me-tanto.html' title='Lembro-me tanto'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4337205643583894848</id><published>2011-02-18T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:09:18.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A primeira vez que vi o mar</title><content type='html'>A primeira vez que vi o mar&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira vez &lt;br /&gt;Que comecei a amar&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que não cabia&lt;br /&gt;Em meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que não cabia&lt;br /&gt;Em meus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão real&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tão fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez acreditar &lt;br /&gt;Que estou a amar&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4337205643583894848?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4337205643583894848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4337205643583894848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4337205643583894848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4337205643583894848'/><link rel='alternate' 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a estar com o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Perfumado pelo teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E volto a perder-me&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Que não são tão meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pós Pau da Bandeira 2009 (Barbalha-CE)&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5682491497138874498?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5682491497138874498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5682491497138874498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5682491497138874498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5682491497138874498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/volto-amar.html' title='Volto a Amar'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4831576680057007685</id><published>2011-02-06T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:44:05.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossos passos desiguais</title><content type='html'>Nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;Que pareciam fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Nossa carência&lt;br /&gt;Juntou nossas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Juntou nossos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois &lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Foram acariciando&lt;br /&gt;Tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;E o teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Ganhando a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite sem um único beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4831576680057007685?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4831576680057007685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4831576680057007685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4831576680057007685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4831576680057007685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/nossos-passos-desiguais.html' title='Nossos passos desiguais'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7054261109135775782</id><published>2011-02-06T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:41:20.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Quero falar</title><content type='html'>Não quero falar de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro o desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro senti o que senti&lt;br /&gt;Quando a beijei pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou quando meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Se derreteram ao vê-la partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou quando descobri &lt;br /&gt;Que estava a ti amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7054261109135775782?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7054261109135775782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7054261109135775782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7054261109135775782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7054261109135775782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-quero-falar.html' title='Não Quero falar'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-6449070209638622381</id><published>2011-02-06T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:37:32.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós mereciamos</title><content type='html'>Nós merecíamos&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Dançar mais uma música,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o perfume um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tornar real&lt;br /&gt;O que sempre&lt;br /&gt;Nos disseram&lt;br /&gt;Ser apenas um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito aquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Que nos apaixonamos&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém sabia&lt;br /&gt;O que nós até desconhecíamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6449070209638622381?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6449070209638622381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6449070209638622381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6449070209638622381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6449070209638622381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/nos-mereciamos.html' title='Nós mereciamos'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8440751805640335170</id><published>2011-02-03T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:22:06.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um céu não é o bastante</title><content type='html'>Esse infinito é pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Em poucas linhas&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que vejo vira poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que sinto é tão diferente de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tão particularmente novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que vivi&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Não cabe em um poema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/06/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8440751805640335170?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8440751805640335170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8440751805640335170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8440751805640335170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8440751805640335170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-ceu-nao-e-o-bastante.html' title='Um céu não é o bastante'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-1031749237769506864</id><published>2011-02-03T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:20:09.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não posso</title><content type='html'>Não posso falar da fome&lt;br /&gt;Pois não a sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso falar &lt;br /&gt;Do trabalho escravo&lt;br /&gt;Pois o único trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho é escrever alguns versos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso falar&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o meu eu&lt;br /&gt;Pois prefiro esconder-me&lt;br /&gt;De tudo como todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/06/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1031749237769506864?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1031749237769506864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1031749237769506864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1031749237769506864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1031749237769506864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-posso.html' title='Não posso'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-6663911891408446369</id><published>2011-02-03T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:16:04.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria ver</title><content type='html'>Queria ver meus&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos teus. &lt;br /&gt;Queria que essa&lt;br /&gt;Dor passa-se.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que essa &lt;br /&gt;Tristeza findar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que essas&lt;br /&gt;Nove horas que nos&lt;br /&gt;Separam se tornassem&lt;br /&gt;Nove segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui tão feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6663911891408446369?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6663911891408446369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6663911891408446369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6663911891408446369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6663911891408446369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/queria-ver.html' title='Queria ver'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7908797394613459443</id><published>2011-02-03T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:15:14.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus olhos varrera, teu corpo</title><content type='html'>Meus olhos varreram teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Meu sorriso por inteiro entregue a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Aguardava um único olhar teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu se envolvia na dança&lt;br /&gt;Envolvendo meu corpo junto ao teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos nossos lábios se conheciam,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos já acariciavam&lt;br /&gt;As tuas que tentavam fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos apaixonávamos sem saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7908797394613459443?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7908797394613459443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7908797394613459443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7908797394613459443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7908797394613459443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/meus-olhos-varrera-teu-corpo.html' title='Meus olhos varrera, teu corpo'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7844391711188611605</id><published>2011-02-03T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:12:40.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia já chegava ao fim</title><content type='html'>O dia já chegava ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Quando senti teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Vindo com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me de teus &lt;br /&gt;Carinhos agressivos,&lt;br /&gt;De teu corpo esquio&lt;br /&gt;Fugindo do meu&lt;br /&gt;Que tentava se descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Mudamos um pouco&lt;br /&gt;A vida um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7844391711188611605?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7844391711188611605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7844391711188611605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7844391711188611605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7844391711188611605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-dia-ja-chegava-ao-fim.html' title='O dia já chegava ao fim'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-5170289862718891652</id><published>2011-02-03T14:10:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:10:49.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo como teu corpo</title><content type='html'>Amo como teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Encaixa-se ao meu.&lt;br /&gt;Amo como meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Procuram os teus.&lt;br /&gt;Amo como meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Nasce ao ouvi-la falar.&lt;br /&gt;Amo tudo o que&lt;br /&gt;Me faz ama - lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5170289862718891652?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5170289862718891652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5170289862718891652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5170289862718891652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/5170289862718891652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/02/amo-como-teu-corpo.html' title='Amo como teu corpo'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-2096463502823127995</id><published>2011-01-17T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T07:01:29.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceito</title><content type='html'>Caso contigo&lt;br /&gt;Se prometeres&lt;br /&gt;Que todo sorriso teu&lt;br /&gt;Se refaça em meus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Eu possa ser teu sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que teus gritos&lt;br /&gt;Sejam felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Que teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Triste seja rompido&lt;br /&gt;Pelo meu sussurro suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Sempre seja inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12/05/2010)&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-2096463502823127995?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2096463502823127995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=2096463502823127995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2096463502823127995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2096463502823127995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/01/aceito.html' title='Aceito'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-6193790872818665717</id><published>2011-01-17T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T07:00:57.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encanto</title><content type='html'>ENCANTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me palavras&lt;br /&gt;Feitiços e encantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Meu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos &lt;br /&gt;Não podem tocar&lt;br /&gt;Tua pele agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha poesia&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mais &lt;br /&gt;Sentido algum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada canto,&lt;br /&gt;Meu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Será seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29/07/2010)&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6193790872818665717?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6193790872818665717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6193790872818665717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6193790872818665717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6193790872818665717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2011/01/encanto.html' title='Encanto'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8253602718241671640</id><published>2011-01-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:55:42.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Mar</title><content type='html'>AO MAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Dedico todos os meus versos,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras incompletas&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo distante&lt;br /&gt;O mar me ensinou a amar&lt;br /&gt;E me faz sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fez encontra - lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29/03/2010)&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8253602718241671640?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8253602718241671640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8253602718241671640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma única flor amarela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bolso esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;Alguns versos&lt;br /&gt;Em teu nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecia o sabor de teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade de teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me desconhecia em teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes de saber que ele era o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada tec no teclado é dedica a Bianca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-742498414269721465?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/742498414269721465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=742498414269721465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;E tudo já visto era novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;Nossos abraços sob o sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade perdida&lt;br /&gt;E nós nos reencontrando&lt;br /&gt;Entre becos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançávamos &lt;br /&gt;Feito dois amadores.&lt;br /&gt;Enamorados sob um céu estrelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/ Bianca (6 de junho de 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1242096553509811752?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1242096553509811752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1242096553509811752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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contando historias&lt;br /&gt;E não sabia ao certo&lt;br /&gt;O que era verdade&lt;br /&gt;Do que era fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o nosso abraço carente&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-nos real no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora ela me olha sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;E respondo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Querendo aproximar-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a única certeza que tenho&lt;br /&gt;É que gostei daquele abraço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7646562178993711437?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7646562178993711437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7646562178993711437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fácil esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos prendemos aos defeitos alheios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bem mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Parar de amar&lt;br /&gt;Quando se odeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro prender-me&lt;br /&gt;Aos teus detalhes&lt;br /&gt;Que me agradam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro sonhar ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar que tudo vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/ Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1309813558571037063?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1309813558571037063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1309813558571037063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me tire&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que me destes.&lt;br /&gt;Não me esqueça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada brisa&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de ti sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E algumas borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Perseguem os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Que só querem vê-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6820714919028135469?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6820714919028135469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6820714919028135469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Percorria teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Descobrindo o sabor&lt;br /&gt;De tua pele que se&lt;br /&gt;Arrepiava junto a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Teu perfume em minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;Te encontrando &lt;br /&gt;Em cada detalhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me perto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Em meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Acordado,&lt;br /&gt;Tuas lembranças fazem-me&lt;br /&gt;Compania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4020463038666702546?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4020463038666702546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4020463038666702546' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>Teu sorriso foi&lt;br /&gt;Diferente do meu,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nossos olhos &lt;br /&gt;Concordaram (se procuraram).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pediam um pouco de conversa&lt;br /&gt;E um pouco de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Só para entender&lt;br /&gt;O que não se entende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nosso abraço de despedida&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de um reencontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-2511211768071568679?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2511211768071568679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=2511211768071568679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Dar-te-ei meus suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te-ei meus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Se devolveres o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Que há algum tempo roubastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não mais me entregarei&lt;br /&gt;A delicadeza de teus abraços,&lt;br /&gt;E ei de fingir que tuas&lt;br /&gt;Carícias não me agradam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ei de fingir&lt;br /&gt;Que posso sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Sem estar perto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4035861366234646074?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4035861366234646074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4035861366234646074' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>O beija-flor de tão belo&lt;br /&gt;Encanta as rosas por onde passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se entregam por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Há um amor eternamente inocente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mal sabem que o eterno&lt;br /&gt;Passa a ser efêmero quando se deseja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem despedida ele se vai&lt;br /&gt;E talvez nunca mais voltem a se encontrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-2538138613773445511?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2538138613773445511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=2538138613773445511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2538138613773445511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2538138613773445511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/beija-flor.html' title='Beija-Flor'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-6510947002503207312</id><published>2010-11-21T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:24:06.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sei ao certo&lt;br /&gt;Se o que fiz foi correto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois tentando sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei lágrimas &lt;br /&gt;Em olhos alheios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos estes que&lt;br /&gt;Viam-me por completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos estes que&lt;br /&gt;Os meus ainda admiram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/ Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6510947002503207312?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6510947002503207312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6510947002503207312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6510947002503207312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6510947002503207312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-sei-ao-certo-se-o-que-fiz-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-11190880607387407</id><published>2010-11-21T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:16:46.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia irei tirar&lt;br /&gt;Essa máscara&lt;br /&gt;Que me cobre o rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes prefiro&lt;br /&gt;Tornar-me invisível&lt;br /&gt;E não me ver&lt;br /&gt;Refletido no espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Em meus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desejo sentir&lt;br /&gt;O que me causa tanta dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-11190880607387407?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/11190880607387407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=11190880607387407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/11190880607387407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/11190880607387407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-dia-irei-tirar-essa-mascara-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-1404775239781128591</id><published>2010-11-07T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:07:07.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outros Planos</title><content type='html'>Mandaram-me&lt;br /&gt;Para de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Tive pesadelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandaram-me &lt;br /&gt;Para de lutar&lt;br /&gt;E fui espancado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro ter&lt;br /&gt;Algo esperançoso&lt;br /&gt;E sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lutar&lt;br /&gt;Até que a &lt;br /&gt;Opressão acabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1404775239781128591?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1404775239781128591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1404775239781128591' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1404775239781128591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1404775239781128591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/outros-planos.html' title='Outros Planos'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8230995926332932648</id><published>2010-11-07T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:55:06.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tua Carência&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se minha.&lt;br /&gt;Com a falta&lt;br /&gt;De teus lábios &lt;br /&gt;Junto aos meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Ao telefone&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que me calava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com esse vazio&lt;br /&gt;Preenchido por teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em mim buscando&lt;br /&gt; Teu reflexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me procurando &lt;br /&gt;Em teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/ Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8230995926332932648?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8230995926332932648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8230995926332932648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8230995926332932648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8230995926332932648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/tua-carencia-tornou-se-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8320523405828060602</id><published>2010-11-07T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:42:54.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El tiempo</title><content type='html'>O tempo levou &lt;br /&gt;A lembrança de teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Levou também minha calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apressado vou ao nosso reencontro&lt;br /&gt;Buscando sentir novamente&lt;br /&gt;Toda a infinitude de teus abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Teima em acabar&lt;br /&gt;Com a eternidade &lt;br /&gt;de nossos beijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/09/2009&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8320523405828060602?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8320523405828060602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8320523405828060602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8320523405828060602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8320523405828060602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-tiempo.html' title='El tiempo'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-1781409985937175672</id><published>2010-10-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:09:26.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cair Jamais</title><content type='html'>Vou cansar um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Mais não vou desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Tuas armas não podem&lt;br /&gt;Me derrubar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que seja forte&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho alguma&lt;br /&gt;Coisa de esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Que me mantém de pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso cair&lt;br /&gt;E abandonar a luta&lt;br /&gt;Preciso viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1781409985937175672?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1781409985937175672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1781409985937175672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1781409985937175672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1781409985937175672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/cair-jamais.html' title='Cair Jamais'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7414443761359859586</id><published>2010-10-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:05:34.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Silêncio Continua</title><content type='html'>Há um ano&lt;br /&gt;Nossos olhos se cruzam&lt;br /&gt;E continuamos em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o teu olhar não me deixa,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como os meus olhos &lt;br /&gt;Não te deixam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Em nosso sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Me perturba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/03/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7414443761359859586?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7414443761359859586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7414443761359859586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7414443761359859586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7414443761359859586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-silencio-continua.html' title='O Silêncio Continua'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4607336198841341787</id><published>2010-10-28T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:59:44.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anúnciação</title><content type='html'>Que belos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Indicaram-me o luar.&lt;br /&gt;A lua ali parada&lt;br /&gt;Vestida de branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me &lt;br /&gt;Que não tenho asas,&lt;br /&gt;Furtaram-me&lt;br /&gt;O sonho de voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas irei até&lt;br /&gt;Onde minhas pernas&lt;br /&gt;Agüentarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando pelo horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Um dia irei tocar o céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: a Bianca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4607336198841341787?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4607336198841341787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4607336198841341787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4607336198841341787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4607336198841341787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/anunciacao.html' title='Anúnciação'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-2136520307000712832</id><published>2010-10-16T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:05:34.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não há como esquece-lá</title><content type='html'>Apaixonei-me&lt;br /&gt;Uma dezena de vezes&lt;br /&gt;Por uma menina&lt;br /&gt;Uma quase atriz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia doce&lt;br /&gt;Um dia amarga&lt;br /&gt;E me fez sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E depois chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me fez sonhar&lt;br /&gt;A viajar quilômetros&lt;br /&gt;Para vê-la sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a poesia em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Transforma-me em um menino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;(Para Bianca)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-2136520307000712832?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2136520307000712832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=2136520307000712832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2136520307000712832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/2136520307000712832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-ha-como-esquece-la.html' title='Não há como esquece-lá'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7928073890426708423</id><published>2010-10-16T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:59:19.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de Tudo</title><content type='html'>Desejo apenas&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua pele&lt;br /&gt;Delicadamente acaricie&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que o teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que não seja o teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que teus olhos sumam&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Ainda quentes tocam meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Se guardem para os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como os meus &lt;br /&gt;Por ti esperam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;(Para Bianca)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7928073890426708423?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7928073890426708423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7928073890426708423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7928073890426708423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7928073890426708423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/depois-de-tudo.html' title='Depois de Tudo'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8497535073510759321</id><published>2010-10-16T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:57:02.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuga</title><content type='html'>Não posso machucar&lt;br /&gt;Quem tanto gosto &lt;br /&gt;Com minha ausência.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso&lt;br /&gt;Dedicar-me por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso mentir&lt;br /&gt;Nem resistir&lt;br /&gt;Aos teus carinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas certezas&lt;br /&gt;Tornaram-se dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;E o menino sedutor&lt;br /&gt;Viu-se seduzido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;(Para Bianca)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8497535073510759321?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8497535073510759321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8497535073510759321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8497535073510759321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8497535073510759321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/fuga.html' title='Fuga'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-3242291613399532259</id><published>2010-10-13T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:42:41.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Chão</title><content type='html'>Fiz-me em lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E logo fui ao chão.&lt;br /&gt;Os valores que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Se perdem no agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber exatamente&lt;br /&gt;O porque de minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Via em tudo um motivo.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo engasgado&lt;br /&gt;Em minha garganta&lt;br /&gt;Se dissolveu em um grito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento frio&lt;br /&gt;Atravessou meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;E deu-se fim&lt;br /&gt;A toda aquela angustia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3242291613399532259?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3242291613399532259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3242291613399532259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3242291613399532259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/3242291613399532259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/ao-chao.html' title='Ao Chão'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-9036562311657652722</id><published>2010-10-13T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:37:31.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tento entender&lt;br /&gt;Essa minha tristeza &lt;br /&gt;Tão repentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sumiço&lt;br /&gt;De meu riso&lt;br /&gt;E essa impaciência&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse desgosto&lt;br /&gt;Pelos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Já tão gastos&lt;br /&gt;Que foram esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos alívio &lt;br /&gt;A minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Com a felicidade alheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-9036562311657652722?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/9036562311657652722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=9036562311657652722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/9036562311657652722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/9036562311657652722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/tento-entender-essa-minha-tristeza-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-8563012523470260880</id><published>2010-10-13T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:36:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocinha do Sertão</title><content type='html'>A mocinha morena&lt;br /&gt;Saía de saia&lt;br /&gt;Pra dançar no luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem todo tocador&lt;br /&gt;Cantava todo o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que ela merecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento espalha&lt;br /&gt;O perfume suado&lt;br /&gt;De flores do sertão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o céu chora sereno&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela se vai&lt;br /&gt;No amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca,&lt;br /&gt;mocinha do Sertão da Paraíba.&lt;br /&gt;12/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8563012523470260880?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8563012523470260880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8563012523470260880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8563012523470260880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/8563012523470260880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/mocinha-do-sertao.html' title='Mocinha do Sertão'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-1681630967176213810</id><published>2010-10-05T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:10:29.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporal</title><content type='html'>Queria pensar apenas no ontem,&lt;br /&gt;E hoje seria perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Ao se repetir no amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todas essas horas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre divididas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre preenchidas&lt;br /&gt;Por minutos vazios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meio que sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Andamos sempre acompanhados&lt;br /&gt;Por um suspiro qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/06/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1681630967176213810?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1681630967176213810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1681630967176213810' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1681630967176213810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1681630967176213810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/temporal.html' title='Temporal'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-7737931751062863749</id><published>2010-10-05T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:07:36.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas Armados I</title><content type='html'>As vezes me pego&lt;br /&gt;Pensando na fatalidade&lt;br /&gt;De meus versos&lt;br /&gt;Que catam o belo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esquecem&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Dos povos oprimidos&lt;br /&gt;E da fome por sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode &lt;br /&gt;Falar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Se não amamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode ter esperança&lt;br /&gt;Se não acreditamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/05/2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-7737931751062863749?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7737931751062863749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=7737931751062863749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7737931751062863749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/7737931751062863749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/10/poemas-armados-i.html' title='Poemas Armados I'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-17303229926583146</id><published>2010-08-28T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:35:36.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas de um dia comum</title><content type='html'>Meu corpo tremia&lt;br /&gt;Em soluços,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em mim desabava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Banhavam-me por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns minutos&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo inerte ao chão&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanta dor&lt;br /&gt;O vazio me percorreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então soube&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente o que sentia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-17303229926583146?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/17303229926583146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=17303229926583146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/17303229926583146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/17303229926583146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/08/lagrimas-de-um-dia-comum.html' title='Lágrimas de um dia comum'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-4429082122899299014</id><published>2010-08-28T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:09:48.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas pétalas</title><content type='html'>A pequena rosa&lt;br /&gt;Ainda desconhece&lt;br /&gt;A esperança em meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E brinca entre sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Que se enchem de sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicadamente sensível &lt;br /&gt;A cada sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Delicadamente agressivo&lt;br /&gt;A cada lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma rosa ainda criança.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-4429082122899299014?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4429082122899299014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=4429082122899299014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4429082122899299014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/4429082122899299014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/08/algumas-petalas.html' title='Algumas pétalas'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-6784151600504525231</id><published>2010-08-28T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:57:19.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus olhos Procuram</title><content type='html'>Meus olhos procuram&lt;br /&gt;Por cada detalhe&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar ao longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pele rosada ainda quente&lt;br /&gt;Que teimava em sentir frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observava meio sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Teu cabelo espalhado&lt;br /&gt;Sob um céu ainda nublado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nem todo sorriso &lt;br /&gt;Teu era meu,&lt;br /&gt;Mas todo sorriso &lt;br /&gt;Meu era teu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6784151600504525231?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6784151600504525231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6784151600504525231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6784151600504525231'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;E me encontro carente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o teu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;Me vem a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar,&lt;br /&gt;Que com toda a distancia,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais me aproximo de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Mais carente fico,&lt;br /&gt;Sedento de teus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;E de teus carinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E continuo,&lt;br /&gt;A banhar-me na chuva,&lt;br /&gt;De braços abertos ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt; 14/10/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3901847324122945427?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3901847324122945427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3901847324122945427' 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type='text'>Um mundo Alheio</title><content type='html'>Ficamos aos montes&lt;br /&gt;Escondendo-nos,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinhos observamos&lt;br /&gt;O que nos observa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada erro alheio&lt;br /&gt;Uma vitória nossa,&lt;br /&gt;E por fim esquecemos&lt;br /&gt;Que não somos vencedores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo se constrói&lt;br /&gt;Em meio à fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E se dissolve &lt;br /&gt;Em meio à realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5346455953702816251?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5346455953702816251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5346455953702816251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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perfumes&lt;br /&gt;Confundiram o sabor do teu,&lt;br /&gt;E o barulho não me deixava&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir tua voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falava do encanto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto sorria,&lt;br /&gt;E corria meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sobre teu vestido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois somes dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E levas meu nome consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que me resta&lt;br /&gt;É a incerteza&lt;br /&gt;Do sabor de teus lábios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-551188654852651529?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/551188654852651529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=551188654852651529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Aquela fome que tinha&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus lábios passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o perfume suave&lt;br /&gt;Que me trouxe a lembrança &lt;br /&gt;De nossos abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu riso em teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foi tão belo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo trouxe-me&lt;br /&gt;A saudade de ontem&lt;br /&gt;E a esperança do amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-3340367883657519528?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3340367883657519528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=3340367883657519528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lá&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes desisto.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele rosto faz parte&lt;br /&gt;De minhas noites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança &lt;br /&gt;De um beijo conturbado&lt;br /&gt;Um tiro no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Tão incerto como um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre prestes a perdê-la&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamentos vagos&lt;br /&gt;Tentando compreender-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Bianca, esse é bem antigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-8862940300548932374?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8862940300548932374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=8862940300548932374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Tento evitar as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E viver o agora eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;Sem a incerteza do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Nem a sutileza da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importo-me com esses minutos&lt;br /&gt;Que estão ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;Importo-me com essa dor&lt;br /&gt;Dos outros que sinto agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-5041751447216210649?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5041751447216210649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=5041751447216210649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Alguns anos antes&lt;br /&gt;Havia uma menina&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a esse sertão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais Veloz&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer pássaro,&lt;br /&gt;Mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao seu redor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma flor&lt;br /&gt;Murcha sem água.&lt;br /&gt;E nem um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;É impedido de cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina ainda vive&lt;br /&gt;Encantando borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Em seu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a Dona Isaura,&lt;br /&gt;minha querida Avó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-6457436617747042940?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6457436617747042940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=6457436617747042940' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6457436617747042940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/6457436617747042940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/07/menina-sertaneja.html' title='Menina Sertaneja'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guzI__xf3wQ/SPk4IAsnSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JIWllLSDGz8/S220/Z1bkesvw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865062563908466591.post-1816320983902128766</id><published>2010-07-04T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:30:56.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Biografia</title><content type='html'>Minha voz se perde no ar&lt;br /&gt;Em palavras sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ganham forma&lt;br /&gt;Ao manchar um papel&lt;br /&gt;Guardado numa gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;De meus pensamentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865062563908466591-1816320983902128766?l=meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1816320983902128766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865062563908466591&amp;postID=1816320983902128766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1816320983902128766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865062563908466591/posts/default/1816320983902128766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meusquasepoemas.blogspot.com/2010/07/auto-biografia.html' title='Auto Biografia'/><author><name>Phelipe Bezerra Braga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045711172590814696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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