<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318</id><updated>2012-01-23T00:19:36.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SE EU FOSSE UM COQUEIRO.</title><subtitle type='html'>Minha vida se resume em um livro,continua em uma virgula, caminha entre as linhas e termina com um ponto de partida...

Ha alguns anos venho escrevendo, portanto ao final de alguns textos voces encontraram uma data diferente da postada , tambem encontrarao falta de acento (nao configurei meu micro) e alguns erros de portugues,que em breve estarei corrigindo. Sintam-se a vontade para comentar.Um grande abraco a todos e sejam bem vindos!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-4648937308191220337</id><published>2012-01-21T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:19:36.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aconteceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoje durmo com outro dia,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;acordo no entardecer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A agua caiu sobre meu rosto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;E&amp;nbsp;as flores que vi nascer&amp;nbsp;eram&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;em terra seca .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoje vejo&amp;nbsp;a minha chegada e o amor vencendo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tropeco na mesma pedra, mas piso forte e nao caio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Agora&amp;nbsp;o caminho nem e o mesmo mas ja escolho na encruzilhada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sei que o sonho continua no mesmo endereco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;O medo ja nao eh mais meu companheiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;O desespero me guiou e eu sai correndo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;O&amp;nbsp;cansaco me parou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;A agua continuou a correr&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;levando o que ficou em mim ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deixando aberto os poros para que a poeira possa abaixar e dali o vento a levar... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-4648937308191220337?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/4648937308191220337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/aconteceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/4648937308191220337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/4648937308191220337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/aconteceu.html' title='Aconteceu'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-6063629964170546583</id><published>2012-01-21T01:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:52:34.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Taca quebrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Havia uma taca , que quando se quebrou , percebi que era cristal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os poros se abrem, um arrepio, um arrependimento, um valor. Derrepente acordar e sentir os olhos molhados, o corpo queimar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A ausencia de uma janela se abrir, de ver o sol brilhar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um homem que hoje levanta sozinho, e que atravez de uma velha arvore onde antes via as nuvens tao perto, agora as ve tao distantes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-6063629964170546583?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/6063629964170546583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-taca-quebrada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6063629964170546583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6063629964170546583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-taca-quebrada.html' title='Uma Taca quebrada'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7815019631074634593</id><published>2012-01-21T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:51:02.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girando  Contra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fugindo de lembrancas, assim passam-se os anos, em uma busca inscessante de encontrar a paz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes perco o sentido nessa estrada, me conheco no avesso, perco o ritmo, invento uma nova danca, tenho ainda esperanca.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nao penso nem em me seguir nessas horas, nao quero encontrar um coracao que sozinho ainda chora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No choro o riso esconde , me estremeco em ver a Terra girar, movendo-se contra mim o mundo, como e que eu vou ficar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7815019631074634593?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7815019631074634593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/girando-contra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7815019631074634593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7815019631074634593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/girando-contra.html' title='Girando  Contra'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-9162146215513142303</id><published>2012-01-21T01:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:49:53.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTA TENSAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A luta foi dificil, poderia ter morrido quando meu cerebro parou; Mas meu coracao continuou a pulsar mais forte que o normal, senti que a qualquer momento implodiria no meu peito; Comecei a caminhar por onde o sangue corria, senti uma pressao tao forte nas pernas, que dei um pulo bem alto; Com a forca que surgira nos pulsos, segurei um fio de alta tensao e toda aquela energia me fizera acordar, e eu segui em frente, em plena consciencia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-9162146215513142303?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/9162146215513142303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/alta-tensao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/9162146215513142303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/9162146215513142303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/alta-tensao.html' title='ALTA TENSAO'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-450668889847238681</id><published>2012-01-21T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:48:09.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVENDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nasci em um mundo de disputas, por isso luto comigo mesma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes eh preciso aprender a&amp;nbsp; ler sem enxergar e dizer sem ter voz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nasci com vontade de viver , por isso corro paranao morrer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes eh preciso descansar  mesmo que o relogio esteja correndo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes eh preciso correr para os  inimigos e fazer deles amigos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nasci perto de quem amo e&amp;nbsp; a distancia&amp;nbsp; sinto saudades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes eh preciso perder primeiro para ganhar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As vezes eh preciso fazer fogo para ver  luz no fim do tunel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nasci sem entender, ate sem querer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas agora  cresci e as vezes eh preciso saber &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-450668889847238681?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/450668889847238681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/vivendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/450668889847238681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/450668889847238681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/vivendo.html' title='VIVENDO'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7011973059979033664</id><published>2012-01-21T01:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:36:52.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui indo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando eu tive medo de me entregar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu ja estava entregue em suas maos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E pra voce fui indo, fui indo, fui indo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em sua direcao a caminhar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E devagar surgindo, surgindo e indo pra bem longe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem longe onde eu nao me achava &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A cada ausencia tua eu nao me lembrava da minha presenca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pensar na sua doia demais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu fui voce, eu fui voce &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu fui voce ate o dia em que parei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me vi diante do seu rosto vazio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aonde estavam suas lagrimas e o sentido de tudo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu nao achava &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E mesmo assim fui indo... fui indo.... fui indo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E aqui fiquei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E aqui chorei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E aqui estou e voce se foi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E voce se foi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7011973059979033664?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7011973059979033664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/fui-indo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7011973059979033664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7011973059979033664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/fui-indo.html' title='Fui indo'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8322077906338544882</id><published>2012-01-11T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:13:00.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CADA DIA COMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais um dia comigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje desmascarei no espelho mais uma do tempo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje entupi meus ouvidos de tanto falar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje engoli a saliva certa para nao engasgar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O sol brilhou com forca em meus olhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O ceu se abriu pela manha abracando os ares do unviverso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Terra girou sem parar mesmo que ninguem parou para observar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais um dia comigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As nuvens fecharam o tempo que trouxe o vento &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O vento parou e a Lua chegou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A noite trouxe estrelas que juntas fizeram denovo o ceu brilhar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E eh mais&amp;nbsp; um dia ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que lindo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8322077906338544882?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8322077906338544882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2012/01/cada-dia-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8322077906338544882'/><link 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#20124d;"&gt;Look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Look at the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;A mistura de nois dois eh um resultado tardio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Mas ainda que tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Ainda que misturado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Somos algo que&amp;nbsp;embrenha &amp;nbsp;pensamentos em constancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;See that you make a diference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;See whats going on around of your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;See how things could be without yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;And how could be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;See!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Abrangendo metade de tudo no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;De todos que olham, de todos que observam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Mas acima de tudo&amp;nbsp;de todos que sentem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Watch your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Watch your friends and "friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Your love and "the love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Your steps and the way you're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Someone is coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Eu&amp;nbsp;digo por que fui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Eu&amp;nbsp;falo porque voltei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Eu grito porque vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;E me calo &amp;nbsp;porque estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-5332617402001034288?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/5332617402001034288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5332617402001034288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5332617402001034288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-i-know.html' title='MIX'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-5056710436433377701</id><published>2011-09-11T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:18:55.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cem pessoas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;There was a hundred people looking at each other&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Walking on the streets and talking in groups &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Some of them could see the birds around &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Some of them could see the fog sky and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Some of them was blind &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Some of the blind could feel the breeze&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Some could feel the windy  and some couldn't be there &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;There was more then talk, more then a day, more then one person&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;There was LIFE  coming and going&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt; There was fellings not about weather &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt; There was much more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;That anyone could see without an open heart  and mind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;There was me , there was you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;I couldn't see you and you're probably looking for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-5056710436433377701?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/5056710436433377701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/09/cem-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5056710436433377701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso mais que palavras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;para falar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso mais que pensamentos para pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Preciso mais de mim&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;para ser eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;Menos de voce demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Talvez um ar mais puro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;para respirar&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa menos preocupada a preocupar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais silencio para ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pra falar a verdade eu nem sabia falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Preciso demais das nuvens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso pensar mais que tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Preciso mais de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Menos de voce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pra falar a verdade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nem preciso falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Talvez sem voz me escute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mais de nos venha entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Talvez a ti eu ignorar&lt;br /&gt;E surgir sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anos a passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Outros a lembrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou  pra sempre te amar&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar a verdade &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Talvez me calar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca deixar de amar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca te deixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pra falar a verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor eu nao dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O que eu nunca disse&lt;br /&gt;Volto a me calar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-4011102983654573155?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/4011102983654573155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nunca-disse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/4011102983654573155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/4011102983654573155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nunca-disse.html' title='Eu Nunca Disse'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-6626275872342885137</id><published>2011-06-22T18:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T18:54:01.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUBMISSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mesmo que eu sofra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me peca tudo e eu farei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mesmo que eu chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me mande ir e eu irei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mesmo que eu nao seja eu mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O que quiser eu serei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mesmo que o caminho seja longo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Por voce eu irei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mesmo que eu sinta saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Por voce esperarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mesmo contrariada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ao seu favor eu ficarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mesmo que eu saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Por voce ja nem sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sendo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nunca sera o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eh voce dono de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="FONT-STYLE: italic; DISPLAY: block; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold" id="richeditorframe" tabindex="5"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-6626275872342885137?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/6626275872342885137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/06/submissa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6626275872342885137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6626275872342885137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/06/submissa.html' title='SUBMISSA'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-6676116330694653398</id><published>2011-06-22T17:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:33:33.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTRANDO EM CENA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uau! Olha o mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vejam ! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ideias girando, as pessoas parando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os computadores andando e a fila admirada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os filhos ganhando, os pais perguntando&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o cachorro ensinando .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A natureza vermelha gritando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O mar  transbordando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de lamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uau! Olha o mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vejam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu e voce somos quem quiser que sejamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois estao todos pensando como querem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguem precisa dessa   informacao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A conclusao esta formada ate que um acidente  a mude.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ignorancia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que intolerancia&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que imcompreensao&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que indifrenca a tantas igualdades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Que repetitivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que diferenca faz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uau! Olha o mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-6676116330694653398?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/6676116330694653398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/06/entrando-em-cena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6676116330694653398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6676116330694653398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/06/entrando-em-cena.html' title='ENTRANDO EM CENA'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-1405132490880035561</id><published>2011-06-07T19:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:07:01.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OBJETO DIRETO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou mais um entre meio a tantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;De repente sou mais que um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou tudo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vazio fico sem motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem mais sou no mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversa em prosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversa em rima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensando em poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivendo em fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou mais um no meio de muitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As vezes chego apelativo com derivados&amp;nbsp;e substantivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou palavras de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No mesmo sou varios assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversa fiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversa jogada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensando em poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivendo dilemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;Sou cheio de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;E vazio de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou menos sabio quando sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha mente vaga muito a fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou na frase criada por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No mais radiante sol a brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou mais um que chega a notar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No entanto sou um tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bastante a escolher e nada a dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que colhe e que planta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que nada adianta apenas querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-1405132490880035561?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/1405132490880035561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/06/objeto-direto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/1405132490880035561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/1405132490880035561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/06/objeto-direto.html' title='OBJETO DIRETO'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7899720099456160835</id><published>2011-05-02T23:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:21:31.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR A MUITO TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O QUE EH O AMOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O AMOR CHEGOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O AMOR EH MAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O AMOR EH LINDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;QUE FASCINACAO TE SENTIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TE VER PARAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TE VER EM TUDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O AMOR EH  ARMA  QUE DISPARA SOZINHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EH ESCUDO QUE PROTEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EH  CERTEZA DE ESTAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EH FURACAO QUE PASSA UNINDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;QUE VEM ASSUSTANDO O SOZINHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;QUE ABRACA FORTE A SOLIDAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O AMOR VEM NOS CORACOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TRAZENDO FOGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TRAZENDO FRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TRAZ TODAS AS ESTACOES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ASSIM  O AMOR SAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;VAI ANDANDO EM PASSOS IMPERCEPTIVEIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ESCORREGA EM UMA GOTA DGUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EVACUA NA NEBLINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DEIXA APENAS O APRENDIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MUITAS VEZES NAO ENTENDIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ESPERA UM FURACAO QUE LEVE PRA BEM LONGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A TERRIVEL SENSACAO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O AMOR CHEGA TRAZENDO FOGO E SAI DEIXANDO LAGRIMAS PRA APAGAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O QUE ERA O AMOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7899720099456160835?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7899720099456160835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor-muito-tempo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7899720099456160835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7899720099456160835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor-muito-tempo.html' title='AMOR A MUITO TEMPO'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-1423733190173085994</id><published>2011-03-28T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:32:48.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUI DENTRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tao bom eh te amar assim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aguas que incolor se formam arco iris em mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao bom eh te amar, sou tao feliz...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua calma me ensina a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logo existo quando penso no teu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No meu rosto um sorriso a nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sabe algum dia te direi ao amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fica aqui dentro apenas momentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz, as alegrias, o mar e o sol em harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tao bom eh te amar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou tao feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-1423733190173085994?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/1423733190173085994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/03/aqui-dentro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/1423733190173085994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/1423733190173085994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/03/aqui-dentro.html' title='AQUI DENTRO'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-979321421085764737</id><published>2011-03-25T21:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:35:59.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEM TUDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;A porta se fechou como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;O tempo que passou como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;O vento em meus ouvidos sussurou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nem toda concha vem do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem toda concha a se fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nem todo amor eh entendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim eh o ceu e seu infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;De onde surgimos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;De um amor lindo que horas vem, horas vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que se inicia na manha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que se aprende na manha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que nao se  sabe o amanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-979321421085764737?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/979321421085764737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/03/nem-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/979321421085764737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/979321421085764737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/03/nem-tudo.html' title='NEM TUDO'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7935388752253395566</id><published>2011-02-17T20:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:13:03.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou fugindo de voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou correndo encontro a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Encontro voce denovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Todos sabem quem errou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Todos sabem quem amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ninguem sabe o que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ninguem sabe por onde entrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Todos saem com a dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessa dor nem sei dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Talvez nem saiba escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes parece dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes parece alivio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes sigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessa vez respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De vez em quando alguma coisa digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas eh calada que sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As horas chegam mas passam em vao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7935388752253395566?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7935388752253395566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/02/estou-fugindo-de-voce-estou-correndo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7935388752253395566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7935388752253395566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/02/estou-fugindo-de-voce-estou-correndo.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-5858793660737237461</id><published>2011-01-31T20:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:21:38.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EU QUERO UM POUCO MAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sao linhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memorias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ando por ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E aonde ir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nao sei aonde , mais procuro te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigo a direcao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a qualquer inspiracao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Invento e ate lembro nossa historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sao minhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inteiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procuro apenas um momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desse secreto pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que fale um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que cale a voz dos meus lamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mesmo que seja soh por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu quero um pouco mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sao linhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memorias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sao minhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-5858793660737237461?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/5858793660737237461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-quero-um-pouco-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5858793660737237461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5858793660737237461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-quero-um-pouco-mais.html' title='EU QUERO UM POUCO MAIS'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7821246811838886000</id><published>2011-01-19T01:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:50:11.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque nao enxergas se tudo que tens eh faceiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque nao provens de cujas lagrimas se teu canto  eh mais alem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aonde obedece tuas frases se viaja no infinito de tuas duvidas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Isso eh passageiro ou sua imensa vontade retem seus anseios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ja nao eh mais minha obrigacao entende-lo, talvez seras tu que lamentaras nao entender minhas fadonhas linhas, mas lhe digo mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sou assim inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Venho por um mundo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Guardo recordacoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Guardo retratos e paredes embrenhadas em tijolos macicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Trago tudo em pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas minha alegria eh quem chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque nao provens de dentro como outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Te digo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nao eh tua face que abriga respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nem tao pouco a que mostra contento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Es por fora o que trancas por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Espero que meu lamento em ti faca mais leveza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Espero que meu lamento em ti se torne sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E que a mim traga o seu contentamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;E me faca valer esse  encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Por obsequio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7821246811838886000?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7821246811838886000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-nao-enxergas-se-tudo-que-tens-eh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7821246811838886000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7821246811838886000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque-nao-enxergas-se-tudo-que-tens-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-253181402347464735</id><published>2010-12-09T18:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:43:46.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tudo eh lindo contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu sorrio, eu danco, eu volto a ser crianca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tudo eh diferente contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu vejo distante, eu acredito em amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tudo eh novidade contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu levanto cedo soh para ficar sonhando mais acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Voce eh perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Voce eh inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Voce eh seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sabe quando me escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sabe quando se calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sabe quando perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Voce sempre me satisfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tudo eh do jeito que eu quiser contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu quero, eu acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tudo eh do jeito que eu quiser contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Voce preenche meu coracao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Meu AMADO VENDEDOR DE ILUSOES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-253181402347464735?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/253181402347464735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/12/tudo-eh-lindo-contigo-eu-sorrio-eu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/253181402347464735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/253181402347464735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/12/tudo-eh-lindo-contigo-eu-sorrio-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-235838040107997569</id><published>2010-10-22T21:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:33:24.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A espera de tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A espera de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A espera de voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A espera do toque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;do que pensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;do que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;de pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;do que eu era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;do que clamo aos seus pes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;do sentido da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;do sorriso do seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A espera do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A espera de alguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A espera da resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-235838040107997569?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/235838040107997569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/10/espera-de-tudo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/235838040107997569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/235838040107997569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/10/espera-de-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-843755038021657817</id><published>2010-10-14T17:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:59:59.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quase nem sei porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todas as  musicas hoje me tocam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O vento me sopra pra longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu misturo voce, misturo o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Completo frases nao ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desarrumo minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajeito coisas inuteis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todos os abracos me confortam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A chuva mergulha em minhas lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu misturo o dia com a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desfarco minha vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Tento animar minha vaidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Por lembrancas, por realidade&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crueldade sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crueldade minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqui esta o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqui esta a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por necessidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pela minha ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hoje choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quase nem sei porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-843755038021657817?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/843755038021657817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/10/quase-nem-sei-porque-hoje-choro-todas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/843755038021657817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/843755038021657817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/10/quase-nem-sei-porque-hoje-choro-todas.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-6664973933253407905</id><published>2010-05-24T03:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:28:02.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOL NEGRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dessa vez escrevo pra vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devoro essa  noite sem fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lavo minhas maos suadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nesse caminho as letras vao brigando e me levando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voce eh o ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voce eh a palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voce me faz seguir e horas desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria que Me dizesse  aonde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria que Me calasse sem eu pedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria que Me sintisse sem eu agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nao sei se chego, mas direi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu sol nasceu negro essa manha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E dessa vez escrevo pra voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despejo essa emocao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voce  parece me entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas calado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-6664973933253407905?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/6664973933253407905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/05/dessa-vez-escrevo-pra-vc-devoro-essa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6664973933253407905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6664973933253407905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/05/dessa-vez-escrevo-pra-vc-devoro-essa.html' title='SOL NEGRO'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7929260560416905300</id><published>2010-05-19T10:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:22:15.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu tenho medo de voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Tenho medo de  entregar esses pensamentos que hoje me levam ate voce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Talvez eu te fale um dia de forma mais clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;mas hoje te escrevo no escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Talvez eu te peca um abraco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;mas hoje nao quero chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Em suspiros poderia derrepente te escutar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas pensei por um minuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Suas mentiras possuem pernas longas demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu tenho medo de voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Minha boca agora cala , meu coracao ainda fala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu precise do seu suporte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que aqui esteja lancada a sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7929260560416905300?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7929260560416905300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-tenho-medo-de-voltar-tenho-medo-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7929260560416905300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7929260560416905300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-tenho-medo-de-voltar-tenho-medo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-2412745699990427817</id><published>2010-04-22T00:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:09:48.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  Ah Alegria!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que assopra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que me empurra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que abre a porta&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria que talento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que derruba sem ser vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que vem e que invade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alegria, alegria, alegria&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela vinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e tudo mudava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se ajeitava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e aqui voltava.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancando ao mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;suas caras , suas poses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Num folego profundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela ria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-2412745699990427817?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/2412745699990427817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-alegria-que-assopra-que-me-empurra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/2412745699990427817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/2412745699990427817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-alegria-que-assopra-que-me-empurra.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7253326732666528265</id><published>2010-04-03T19:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:03:37.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM RUMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Eu ja nao sei mais do teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To cutucando ate minha sombra para nao sentir mais dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Se eu tivesse voce eu mudaria tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me viraria pelo avesso onde ate as vezes  me conheco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Meu conteudo esta improprio para o espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Estou aqui sem rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Estou gritando no seu silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tentando te alcancar e entender os absurdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Amor me escuta porque eu nao sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Se faco uma cancao pra esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Se esqueco a cancao  pra viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Na incerteza de seguir o que eh normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Espero que minha voz percorra essa distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Invada a ti com inocencia de crianca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nessa pauleira de emocao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Amor que voce venha a  entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sentir saudade nao eh obrigacao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mas eu ja nao sei mais do teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sera que voce sente saudade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sera que eh minha metade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ou Sera apenas meu rancor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7253326732666528265?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7253326732666528265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-rumo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7253326732666528265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7253326732666528265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-rumo.html' title='SEM RUMO'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-156656533324251383</id><published>2010-03-30T18:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:58:18.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Todas as cancoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Tudo passando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;E eu aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sentindo a melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Contando aos ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Esses pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Aqui querendo mais &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;De repente eu fujo e voce chega com tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Explica a falta e preenche as respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu fico sem saber pra onde ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Porque tudo vai ate voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Entao respiro fundo e  espero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Porque afinal eh isso&lt;br /&gt;Eh voce que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-156656533324251383?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/156656533324251383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/todas-as-cancoes-todos-os-dias-tudo_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/156656533324251383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/156656533324251383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/todas-as-cancoes-todos-os-dias-tudo_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-3537133673630806170</id><published>2010-03-30T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:11:36.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu hoje   vou falar pra todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eh , vou falar pro mundo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vou gritar aos quatros cantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vou procurar o dono dos sapatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Nao quero mais  me esconder nesse silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hoje vou achar o escondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vou falar de amor ruido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;De uma fonte de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do que estava tao perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;De uma estrada colorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu hoje me acho ate bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Escolhi ver alem de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dar Adeus a quem me evita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu hoje sou assim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E BEM VINDO A MIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-3537133673630806170?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/3537133673630806170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-hoje-vou-falar-pra-todo-mundo-eh-vou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/3537133673630806170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/3537133673630806170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-hoje-vou-falar-pra-todo-mundo-eh-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8022182073693160980</id><published>2010-03-29T22:09:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T04:00:27.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Me leva amor, me tira daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu hoje acordei , estou diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Procurei lembrar qualquer cancao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Que pudesse explicar esse meu coracao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu hoje nao sei pra onde vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu hoje nao sei o que vou falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Nao sei aonde te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que por voce tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vem me buscar, me leve desse lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Me faca acordar  numa realidade mais viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu quero voltar a sorrir e contigo sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui sem voce a solidao me imita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu tenho certeza que vc esta comigo o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas esses sao soh pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;E hoje eu quero muito te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;VEM ME BUSCAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8022182073693160980?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8022182073693160980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-leva-amor-me-tira-daqui-eu-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8022182073693160980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8022182073693160980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-leva-amor-me-tira-daqui-eu-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8564072229747714336</id><published>2010-03-16T23:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:58:38.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soh mais um minuto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco do seu silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dos seus gestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Da sua implicancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;do incerto , do errado , do corrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dos seus misterios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Um pouco  da sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do aconchego das tuas boas intencoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do abraco e beijo do futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dos seus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;E aqui deixo mais um pouco de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Soh mais um minuto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8564072229747714336?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8564072229747714336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/soh-mais-um-minuto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8564072229747714336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8564072229747714336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/soh-mais-um-minuto.html' title='Soh mais um minuto'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8457873887013228617</id><published>2010-03-06T08:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:32:07.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tento achar  a melhor e mais profunda cancao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;A mais intensa e objetiva palavra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;O mais certo pensamento e claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Penso em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tento achar a lua e sorrio mesmo quando ela nao esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;O sol tem surgido mais  cedo e claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;penso em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tento esconder o desejo e anseio as batidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;que surgem ao longo do dia , claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;pensando em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;E no entanto ja nem tento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;seu sorriso vem surgindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;os caminhos vao se abrindo e tudo tem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;pensando em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Enfim escurece, voce nao aparece e quando claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;ainda pensando em ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8457873887013228617?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8457873887013228617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/tento-achar-melhor-e-mais-profunda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8457873887013228617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8457873887013228617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2010/03/tento-achar-melhor-e-mais-profunda.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7974932523073697748</id><published>2008-06-08T01:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:20:54.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me faz feliz ouvir sua voz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mesmo quando distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mesmo quando baixinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me faz feliz ouvir sua respiracao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mesmo quando a minha falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me faz feliz saber que esta feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mesmo quando nao vejo seu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me faz feliz pensar em voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mesmo quando nao e o momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me faz feliz estar no presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mesmo quando tudo ja eh passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ainda te tenho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7974932523073697748?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7974932523073697748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-faz-feliz-ouvir-sua-voz-mesmo-quando_08.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7974932523073697748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7974932523073697748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-faz-feliz-ouvir-sua-voz-mesmo-quando_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-4464176882978740139</id><published>2008-06-03T01:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:55:07.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia normal.&lt;br /&gt; Nao sei se hoje eu grito, se eu calo, se saio correndo, se te busco ou se fico.&lt;br /&gt;E triste imaginar o meu reflexo nos seus olhos , sentir-me tao perto, mas nao  la dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei ate me entender, mas quando te achei, eu me escondi.&lt;br /&gt; Lembrancas que eu ja quiz esquecer, proibida pelo amor de a vida novamente viver.&lt;br /&gt;Medo e o que me descreve, a saudade me atormenta, o desespero me incomoda e a ansiedade me acompanha.&lt;br /&gt;Brigando a horas comigo mesma, sera possivel eu esquecer ate o medo de ter te perdido?&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei ainda se eu corro para ganhar , ou se eu corro para fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse e so mais um dia&lt;br /&gt; So mais um desespero normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-4464176882978740139?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/4464176882978740139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/mais-um-dia-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/4464176882978740139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/4464176882978740139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/mais-um-dia-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-2287767503957514470</id><published>2008-06-03T01:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:42:24.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um minuto dois silencios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Amar e aceitar com ternura o que as vezes doi&lt;br /&gt; Me entrego a um amor tao lindo, que me apego na firmeza dos olhos de quem me ama&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo sempre em minha frente&lt;br /&gt;A tinta acabou, a caneta quebrou e mil vezes em um minuto voce piscou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Se certas coisas nao sao tao importantes assim, porque lutamos tanto para conquista-las?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Preciso respirar profundo, sinto-me um felizardo por poder compartilhar dos momentos mais unicos com voce e so voce, pois hoje so a alegria do teu ser e o que me faz viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-2287767503957514470?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/2287767503957514470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/por-um-minuto-dois-silencios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/2287767503957514470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/2287767503957514470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/por-um-minuto-dois-silencios.html' title='Por um minuto dois silencios'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8025160002928958604</id><published>2008-06-03T00:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:09:16.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOCA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Com o vento fala o que quer, engole amargo o sabor que  nunca provou.&lt;br /&gt;Passaro que voa livre   em uma realidade bem distante do que possa o seu pensar chegar .&lt;br /&gt;Segredo que agora permanecera calado.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos  que um dia veio a vida  lhe fazer arder,&lt;br /&gt; refletiu a agonia  e muitas vezes mostrou apenas  brilho.&lt;br /&gt; Quaze ainda uma crianca, no peito trazia esperanca.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho longo, mas imaginario, tirou todos os dias do resto de um calendario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vida hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que amanha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/15/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Tarcilia )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8025160002928958604?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8025160002928958604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/boca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8025160002928958604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8025160002928958604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/boca.html' title='BOCA...'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-3397608973390858285</id><published>2008-06-03T00:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:12:12.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hoje vou falar assim, de tudo esta dentro de mim;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vou falar do meu tolo sentimento, dos meus dias so e do meu sofrimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Para voce sei que tudo foi em vao, porque nao tem ideia do quanto sofre meu coracao, por isso escute com atencao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Voce foi tudo o que eu quiz, foi aquilo que eu sonhei, e no entanto assim como te amei, eu sofri e tambem chorei. Quantas vezes eu quiz ir e fiquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Agora eu sei que eu insisti, pois cada vez que eu chorava, eu te via sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hoje eu estou sozinha, e sozinha vou ficar, nao penso mais em voltar e denovo me machucar, assim vou aprendendo a me encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Estou sozinha, mas aprendi que ainda posso sonhar, que a vida pode ser dificil, mas sem voce e mais facil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Posso ser grande, posso ser forte, posso ser o sul e tambem posso ser o norte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sem voce , hoje ate acho que e meu dia de sorte....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-3397608973390858285?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/3397608973390858285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-vou-falar-assim-de-tudo-esta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/3397608973390858285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/3397608973390858285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-vou-falar-assim-de-tudo-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8589198120971906541</id><published>2008-06-03T00:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:35:43.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se a terra que eu pisei, depois sem chao eu fiquei. Do amor a dor, um coracao se enganou.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando nos olhos que falavam sem enxergar, e na boca que dizia coisas sem saber , que o amor nao e apenas uma invencao, o sentimento tem que vir do coracao.&lt;br /&gt;No desengano, cai no dia fazendo o que voce queria, acreditando em papai noel como na infancia, cheguei ao ponto de colocar uma alianca.&lt;br /&gt;Voce nem percebeu, cresci com o alimento que me deu, so que ai a magoa em mim nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Agora se colocar as maos vai queimar, a agua da panela ferveu, nao precisa mais se esforcar querendo as coisas tentar mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Muito antes de voce, quem colocou as maos foi eu,a panela caiu e ali muitas aguas ja rolaram trazendo em ondas cicatrizes que ficaram, com essa marca de recordacao, cheguei a seguinte conclusao:&lt;br /&gt;Que o sangue que corria nas tuas ideias , nao era o mesmo que pulsava no seu peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8589198120971906541?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8589198120971906541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/tornou-se-terra-que-eu-pisei-depois-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8589198120971906541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8589198120971906541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/tornou-se-terra-que-eu-pisei-depois-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-1763907501194059923</id><published>2008-06-03T00:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:23:35.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Parei para escutar minha propria respiracao , e derrepente ate pude perceber que os passaros ainda cantam e que no ceu ha nuvens. Consegui ganhando horas, apenas ouvindo o silencio, sei agora aonde estou.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como as pessoas atravessam as ruas, os carros passam despercebidos. Fui dando importancia as coisas que estavam ao meu lado, pois dentro de mim ja havia muito acumulado. De onde eu partiria se eu nao chegasse em mim primeiro?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a tristeza deixar minha alegria passar, vou chorar de tanto rir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-1763907501194059923?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/1763907501194059923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/parei-para-escutar-minha-propria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/1763907501194059923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/1763907501194059923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/parei-para-escutar-minha-propria.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-471991772007607703</id><published>2008-06-03T00:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:44:43.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ADEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tivemos  um dia o prazer de nos conhecermos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tivemos um  momento de chegada e um momento de partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nao sei ainda se eu cheguei a realidade, mas as vezes confesso me encontrar em dor  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Foi  ultimo momento de tristeza, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me lembro  dos primeiros momentos de  alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Prefiro torcer por voce, eh  maravilhoso !  E saber do seu sucesso eh melhor ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu acredito em voce. Vai  e  consiga tudo o que sonhou, voce pode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aproveite tudo o que de mim levou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Foi  ingenuo, foi unico , foi  verdadeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Foi  muito bom, foi amor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Foi mais eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Foi mais seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Um grande abraco, adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-471991772007607703?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/471991772007607703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/adeus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/471991772007607703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/471991772007607703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/adeus.html' title='ADEUS'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-4681518090871949536</id><published>2008-06-03T00:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:13:02.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vou acender um cigarro para comecar&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vou falar tudo e depois pensar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dormir de dia para sair a noite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Colocar aquela roupa mais feia, aos olhos de quem nao sabe olhar por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vou comecar a pensar na vida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Soh conseguimos vencer com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Nao importa , eu posso ate mudar de cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vou olhar no espelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;e se incomoda meu cabelo, mudo ate o visual, porque nao sao as coisas como sao , e sim como elas estao.&lt;br /&gt;E eh assim que eu sou, o que hoje eu estou . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;E para terminar, vou acender outro cigarro, eh que prefiro ficar com esse pigarro.&lt;br /&gt;E se para eu ser feliz precisar, nao me leve a mal, mas posso ate ser uma arvore de natal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-4681518090871949536?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/4681518090871949536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/vou-acender-um-cigarro-para-comecar-vou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/4681518090871949536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/4681518090871949536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/vou-acender-um-cigarro-para-comecar-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-789657980907035461</id><published>2008-06-03T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:46:55.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hoje pego um novo barco e remo num velho rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;contra tudo e contra todos, mas a favor do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no ritmo das aguas que acalma minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah ! Se tudo que eu ouvisse fosse eu mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; faria nadar para assim a vista mais longe ficar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas continuo nao querendo os remos soltar e la na frente a ilha chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me sentindo isolada no mundo, mergulho fundo nessa viagem e derrepente o sol nasce deixando uma mensagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu sempre estarei brilhando em cada amanhecer, basta voce se levantar e a frente querer enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-789657980907035461?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/789657980907035461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-pego-um-novo-barco-e-remo-num.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/789657980907035461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/789657980907035461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-pego-um-novo-barco-e-remo-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8926154130929405271</id><published>2008-06-03T00:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:27:19.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos de reflexao.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As vezes de tanto eu querer escolher o que eh melhor para mim , a vida e que tem me escolhido.&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei o que acontece, mas derrepente tudo se perde e o dia comeca novamente a se tornar escuro;&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites nao encontro mais o brilho das estrelas e fico pensando ...&lt;br /&gt;O que talvez teria sido melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Em qual parte da vida deveria ter prestado mais atencao? Porque esta, a vida, nos mostra, nos oferece todos os dias varios caminhos. E nos? O que somos? Seres humanos?&lt;br /&gt;Tao pequenos em um universo tao grande...&lt;br /&gt;Para que tantos caminhos, sendo que todos nos trarao infelicidades, porque infelizmente e assim, todos com seus caminhos diferentes estao tristes por alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes e dolorido ir a fundo, nao devemos buscar a verdade, chegar a conclusao, eh melhor viver nas fantasias, nos sonhos, na ilusao; Do que buscar que a realidade da vida e muito ingrata e dificil de ser digerida, quando se entendida: NASCER, CRESCER E MORRER.&lt;br /&gt;06/27/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8926154130929405271?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8926154130929405271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/momentos-de-reflexao-as-vezes-de-tanto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8926154130929405271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8926154130929405271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/momentos-de-reflexao-as-vezes-de-tanto.html' title='Momentos de reflexao.'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-5715113620312902589</id><published>2008-06-03T00:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:02:09.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou aquela inconstante, aquela sem juizo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levanto de manha, sem pensar no amanha;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir a noite sem pensar o que foi hoje.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sinto prazer nas coisas que voce nao ve, sinto alegria ao ler uma poesia e emocao ao escutar uma cancao.&lt;br /&gt;E, eu sou mesmo tudo ao contrario, sou o avesso do que para voce e certo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas hoje sou mais feliz, sou tudo o que eu quizer e aquilo que voce nao quiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-5715113620312902589?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/5715113620312902589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-sou-aquela-inconstante-aquela-sem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5715113620312902589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5715113620312902589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-sou-aquela-inconstante-aquela-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7237584437520836366</id><published>2008-06-03T00:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:10:06.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que prazer pensar nas coisas que eu talvez nao consiga falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calada ...&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos conseguem ver o infinito e dizer a cada piscar o que nem conseguiu enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Viajando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu pensamento nem compra uma briga, ele entra, invade todos os campos, se explica e se complica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Seguindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sai batendo em nervos, invadindo sem ter espaco o infinito que abriga toda uma vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vida...&lt;br /&gt;As vezes procuro uma saida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eis que agora eu existo e pergunto:  porque?  Para um alguem ...&lt;br /&gt;Perdida as vezes nem acredito, mas logo  sinto na maneira de nao saber explicar o que respiro.&lt;br /&gt;Entao eu sigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7237584437520836366?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7237584437520836366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-prazer-pensar-nas-coisas-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7237584437520836366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7237584437520836366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-prazer-pensar-nas-coisas-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8334537048384723648</id><published>2008-06-03T00:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:49:30.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;O tempo para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Para, para  eu pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Pensamentos  se falam e a boca se cala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; A mente se confundi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sono, que viesse trazendo sonhos e que me acordasse em uma realidade mais viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Intensamente vivendo cada delirio acordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; No mais, o que eu poderia dizer sobre o vago , que es a minha inspiracao de agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8334537048384723648?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8334537048384723648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-tempo-para-para-para-eu-pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8334537048384723648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8334537048384723648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-tempo-para-para-para-eu-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-1296850291007544994</id><published>2008-06-03T00:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:04:01.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vou andando junto ao vento&lt;br /&gt;levando apenas pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Distúrbios de uma armadilha&lt;br /&gt;no meio da minha própria guerra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Com fronteiras, com muralhas, perdido..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vejo as cinzas se espalharem pelo vidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;que grande apelo...&lt;br /&gt;se tudo que tenho agora eh o espelho, que só sou dois, mas do mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-1296850291007544994?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/1296850291007544994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-6293675021751564118</id><published>2008-06-03T00:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:49:46.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUxa, logo hoje que decido mudar a rotina, a vida teima em limitar com segundas intencoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nao sei se reconheco o imprevisto e dou passagem ao meu desanimo ou se maqueio o desencanto e sorrio vencendo a ansiedade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh, os dias nao sao iguais e eu me vejo diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-6293675021751564118?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/6293675021751564118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/puxa-logo-hoje-que-decido-mudar-rotina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6293675021751564118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/6293675021751564118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/06/puxa-logo-hoje-que-decido-mudar-rotina.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-5748082482379325499</id><published>2008-03-08T22:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:06:13.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tenho medo de entregar esses pensamentos que hoje me levam ate voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Talvez eu te fale um dia de forma mais clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mas hoje te escrevo no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Talvez eu te peca um abraco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mas hoje nao quero chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Em suspiros poderia derrepente te escutar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;mas pensei por um minuto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Suas mentiras possuem pernas longas demais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eu tenho medo de voltar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Minha boca agora cala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;meu coracao ainda fala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-5748082482379325499?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/5748082482379325499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-tenho-medo-de-voltar-tenho-medo-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5748082482379325499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5748082482379325499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-tenho-medo-de-voltar-tenho-medo-de.html' title='PASSAGEM'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-5087159409318296620</id><published>2007-10-24T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:50:06.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quis fazer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quis entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei somar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisei lutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda corro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desço barrancos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escalo minhas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vôo e sumo no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desse discreto sorriso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-5087159409318296620?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/5087159409318296620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2007/10/eu-quis-fazer-quis-entender-tentei.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5087159409318296620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5087159409318296620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2007/10/eu-quis-fazer-quis-entender-tentei.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7375124839584995443</id><published>2006-12-22T03:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:55:23.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era uma vez  eu e voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era das maos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era  tinta fresca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eramos um so no abraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era, onde apenas uma estrela fazia a diferenca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era, onde o sol nao  brilhava tanto como nossos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Era tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7375124839584995443?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7375124839584995443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/era-uma-vez-eu-e-voce-era-das-maos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7375124839584995443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7375124839584995443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/era-uma-vez-eu-e-voce-era-das-maos.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-4001756367704590164</id><published>2006-12-22T02:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:01:25.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que hoje eu viva para confundir os racionais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se penso, sou mais um, então renasci do meu final&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tivera que ser assim, sustentado de amor e fúria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levanto radiante o folego de uma lembrança imortal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez foi preciso paz e equilíbrio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou talvez foi preciso estar parado por dentro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que eu sentisse por uma vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada pingo que caíra do céu e que escorrera por entre os dedos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não aceito apagar o fogo do que queimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso levantar a pena que carrega o meu vôo cansado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tento molhar minha mente com línguas fáceis de tanta gente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas todos têm um caminho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o meu abrigo eh diferente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-4001756367704590164?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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anseios, dos meus desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A essa hora veja só, sou mais seu do que meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Talvez eu tenha a mesma sorte que escreveram para Romeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dona da verdade, da mentira, dos meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dona do meu suor, da realidade e ate do meu segredo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Faria parte ate do meu passado, se assim ele estivesse apagado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dona do mel que provei, da raiva que passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do sorriso largo que já dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Veja, Só, a essa hora o amor me devora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Veio a tona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu nem pensava em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Simplesmente olhei pro espelho e te vi DONA.06/08/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-4223713577343145089?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8618004048849983534</id><published>2006-12-14T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:42:01.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esqueca que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; por segundos eu sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; por minutos eu acreditei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; por horas eu chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; por dias eu sofri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; por meses eu sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; por anos esperei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lembre-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Uma vida se passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; um tempo se encarregou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; um ser se machucou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Mas enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; um dia te enxergou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;02/02/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8618004048849983534?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/8618004048849983534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/esqueca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8618004048849983534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/8618004048849983534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/esqueca.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-8173846409195157608</id><published>2006-12-14T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:59:47.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Resolvi lavar a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tomei um banho ontem a noite, que valeu por ontem e hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amanheci com cor de quem existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A toalha era salmao, que me lembrou os peixes e assim o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me senti tao grande em reconhecer sua beleza, porque eu tive olhos para ve-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A cor do mar, me lembrou o ceu , que me fez sentir-se no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quantas vezes na calada da noite olhei para ele, as estrelas brilhavam sem cansar, e eu me sentia acompanhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para lavar a alma foi preciso tirar a sujeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que ate fez-me pensar na Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que bom! Pois nao me vejo sem chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para nao cair, me segurei nos azuleijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E senti sua frieza... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pensei na capacidade do alguem que o fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que talvez tivesse o sangue quente correndo pelas veias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12/05/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-8173846409195157608?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para onde ainda nao sei, se sul ou norte, leste ou oeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sei que qualquer coisa derrepente acontece se fizer uma prece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ontem entao eu pedi e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje estou aqui , a vontade faz com que as coisas sejam verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Estou no meio do caminho  e agora nao sei se pego o aviao ou vou de trem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Talvez melhor, os trilhos de uma longa caminhada nos levam a algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vou a peh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Estou cansada, sinto o sol, sinto a chuva, ja eh tarde e as estrelas brilham com alegria por nao serem uma soh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O vento vem com sua forca derrubando arvores que demoraram anos para crescerem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No lugar fica-se um espaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que se olhar como universo, vazio nao ficara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Muitas coisas vao surgir e ali nascera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vou dormir pensando assim : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que vem destruindo, pode voltar construindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Na mente de quem viaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;                                                           06/12/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-5717113823650759977?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/5717113823650759977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/acabei-de-acordar-sao-dez-horas-ta-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5717113823650759977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/5717113823650759977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/acabei-de-acordar-sao-dez-horas-ta-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-2333722441801432325</id><published>2006-12-14T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:11:10.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nao consigo adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Parei um pouco para pensar na vida , e me peguei pensando em voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Assim comecei a escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Percebi que na vida tudo pode acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E que derrepente a gente comeca a ter mais vontade de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Percebi que tudo eh muito interessante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que a cada dia que passa fica muito mais importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que vem, vem em forma de misterio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De repente vejo tudo muito serio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Penso com inocencia que nao sao meras as coencidencias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sera que eh coisa do destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque eh como se eu te conhecesse desde menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Voce dominou meu coracao, me trouxe inspiracao e ja faz parte da cancao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se a letra vem de mim eh porque voce me fez sentir assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como que na sua vida eu sou prioridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que nao quer sentir saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E para nossa felicidade , nosso amor eh uma realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por isso tenho essa vontade de dizer que te amo de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tudo que faco para escrever ao seu respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eh pensar que voce esta dentro do meu peito , e por isso sinto-me no direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ja que agora sao duas da manha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quero deixar bem claro, so para terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que eh infinita a alegria que eu sinto em te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O dia vem amanhecendo e o nosso amor crescendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isso que escrevo nao eh tudo o que eu queria dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque nao tem limite as coisas que voce me inspira a fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Queria dizer algo mais sobre voce, mas de forma diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isso vai acontecer, sei que vou voltar a pensar na gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dai eu tento novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12/03/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-2333722441801432325?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/2333722441801432325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/pensando-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/2333722441801432325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/2333722441801432325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/pensando-em-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7524243077075073566</id><published>2006-12-14T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:56:06.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A loucura de pensar que o amanha nao existe vem de voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O amanha pode ate ser que nao exista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas o hoje esta presente, e o presente de hoje  pode ser uma surpresa amanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Existem surpresas boas e existem as ruins,"nem tudo que eh bom dura para sempre",mas as ruins tambem se vao, porque tudo eh emocao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Se voce sente voce existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A sua existencia, o dom de saber se dar, dar o maximo de voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque voce tem o ar que respira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E enquanto puder se encher dele, podera purificar a tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para que ela se faca feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E nao apenas vague por ai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;                                                                         11/10/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7524243077075073566?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7524243077075073566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/loucura-de-pensar-que-o-amanha-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7524243077075073566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7524243077075073566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/loucura-de-pensar-que-o-amanha-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-3299179575481143146</id><published>2006-12-14T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:45:47.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Queria poder atravessar essa tela que me contagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hoje sofro uma semana, nao consigo te esquecer, nao me resta nem um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Te espero as sete horas, voce nao saiu da minha memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Na esperanca de ter boas noticias nao dormi ate agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sua voz me faz calar, comeco entao a delirar, sinto o cheiro do seu corpo e comeco ate a suar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um velho olhar partindo de um novo sonho, segredos que eu queria desvendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fico aqui buscando a coragem de falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ate em cena um dia eu entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E  nao  apenas ver a sua imagem...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                       10/14/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-3299179575481143146?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/3299179575481143146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/queria-poder-atravessar-essa-tela-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/3299179575481143146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/3299179575481143146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/queria-poder-atravessar-essa-tela-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-2051004572013552245</id><published>2006-12-14T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:33:16.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chego, respiro fundo por um segundo, eh o que sobra para quem se desdobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hora que comecou, olho, e ja tem duas que passou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O corpo me pergunta se eh sexta ou segunda. No meio do dia ou da noite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fome nao sabe quando chegar, e me pergunta ...Com tanta ansiedade aonde eh que eu vou parar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fisico ou mental? Ate as respostas se cansaram e vieram com perguntas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;02-12-05 12:00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-2051004572013552245?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/2051004572013552245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/chego-respiro-fundo-por-um-segundo-eh-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/2051004572013552245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/2051004572013552245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/12/chego-respiro-fundo-por-um-segundo-eh-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-7275571523689720375</id><published>2006-11-27T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:29:17.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já nem sei o que foi isso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que estive ou ainda vou estar no paraíso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já nem sei se acredito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você me deu a mão e eu te estendi a minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui seguindo seu sorriso e me encontrei sem saída.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua boca foi a minha perdição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu ouvi delas juras de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu provei dela o sabor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui perdendo a direção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De repente fiquei ate sem razão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que mesmo assim, com a maior intenção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não consigo explicar um coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já nem sei se amar eh isso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontramos o imprevisto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos achamos em um momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nada era pensamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me senti segura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E em seus braços eu senti o que eh ternura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tive medo de fazer certas loucuras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embarquei nessa aventura e soltei minha armadura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você veio de passagem em minha vida e eu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;Nem percebi, simplesmente viajei na sua parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-7275571523689720375?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/7275571523689720375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/11/ja-nem-sei-o-que-foi-isso-sera-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7275571523689720375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/7275571523689720375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/11/ja-nem-sei-o-que-foi-isso-sera-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-114773024086285263</id><published>2006-05-15T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:53:52.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como se eu fosse a terra, voce chegou e semeou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como se eu fosse o mar e nele as ondas, eu fui e voltei. Sendo assim o oceano, voce mergulhou fundo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como se eu fosse o peixe, o que eu fiz foi "nada", deixei voce me pegar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como se eu fosse o ceu, voce viu estrelas, e eu comecei a brilhar, e me tornei o sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sinto vontade de te aquecer quando estiver com frio, soltar minha energia quando estiver sem forca, e brilhar tao forte no seu dia, para que voce nunca se esquece se ficar na escuridao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-114773024086285263?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/114773024086285263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/05/como-se-eu-fosse-terra-voce-chegou-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114773024086285263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114773024086285263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/05/como-se-eu-fosse-terra-voce-chegou-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-114628413759185234</id><published>2006-04-28T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:15:37.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bisotino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que acontece, acontece aqui. O tempo eh curto. Sonhe, aproveite a vida, fale, grite..... e continue. Alcancar eh o que todos tentam, mas acorde, voce vive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Loucamente procurei te encontrar, sem nunca saber onde te achar. So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enquanto vc dorme, tu nao imaginas, mas a minha loucura te alcanca. A saudade eh a dor mais profunda que eu ja senti, mas sem ela, eu nao teria o que eu tenho hoje. So. Eu to louca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu sei que qualquer um sabe, mas eu mesmo me conheco; Eu me escuto,eu sei meus gestos, eu sei.  Eu sei aonde minhas lagrimas alcancam, eu nunca fui tao longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que eu quero falar? A frase... As vezes doi sentir na hora errada, mas a hora errada pode ser a unica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Talvez por pena, voce nunca alcancara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O meu caminho eh diferente, talvez o unico que eu consegui achar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para eu por um ponto final eh preciso mais que um ponto, eh preciso o final do jogo; Para ganhar, eh preciso perder primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O sentimento eh claustrofobico, ele atormenta, ele machuca; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O sentimento eh aquilo que esta sempre latente, noite e dia, nunca ausente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enquanto voce me olha, eu so consigo me calar.......So.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A dor que eu sinto, eu sinto por voce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A dor que eu sinto, eu sinto por amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Voce correu demais, ultrapassou os meus limites, sem saber o meu limite, e assim na tremedeira, eu encontro o labirinto, e entre a esquerda e a direita, eu encontro o vazio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um buraco fundo, um grito alto, falta de tudo, vacuo, neblina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A bolha explode, o mundo se expande........ e eu ainda estou aqui.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No final tudo doi, tudo machuca, mas se nao fosse assim, como seria??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-114628413759185234?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/114628413759185234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/bisotino.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114628413759185234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114628413759185234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/bisotino.html' title='Bisotino'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-114602149371404642</id><published>2006-04-25T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:18:13.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Procurei fumaca no escuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Abri os olhos para enxergar um quarto vazio, com portas fechadas, paredes brancas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagens de coisas distantes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Teto, que com toda capacidade de ir longe, nao alcancei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vou falar de mim, de pedra, de graos que se espalharam e assim nao mais se juntaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A dor passou pela minha fortaleza e alcancou minha fraqueza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pisando em terra seca, a agua que senti nos pes era a que escorria pela face, o silencio era o que eu dizia. Minha mente trabalhava em uma noite pertubada, nao sabia se eu me olhava, ou se eu me esquecia. Passava um filme na cabeca, eu nao tinha um controle para ali mudar o canal, com os olhos embassados assim vi ate o final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-114602149371404642?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/114602149371404642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/procurei-fumaca-no-escuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114602149371404642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114602149371404642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/procurei-fumaca-no-escuro.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-114590811065492140</id><published>2006-04-24T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:53:49.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que grande es tu coracao, que caminha sem razao;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que bate descompassado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que acelera com sentido, e que para se atingido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que perde o rumo se inseguro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que bombeia o sangue contaminado pelas veias de um passado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que inocente cresceu pelo amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E que pequeno se tornou pela dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-114590811065492140?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/114590811065492140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/meu-coracao_24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114590811065492140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114590811065492140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/meu-coracao_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-114589014164608704</id><published>2006-04-24T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:29:29.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre tuas mentiras e meu segredo esta nossa verdade.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que eu te pegasse desprevenido no que um dia preveu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que imaginou por um momento e que depois esqueceu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que eu chorasse nos seus sonhos, mas que acordasse com meu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que o meu ponto nao seja de um final, porque minhas vistas alcancam mais longe, e bem perto um dia compreenderas um ponto de partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sou um despercebido, que um dia apenas percebeu a sua lingua, e entre tantas formas de falar, eu so queria uma forma de explicar o que eh amar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CLAUDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-114589014164608704?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/114589014164608704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/entre-tuas-mentiras-e-meu-segredo-esta_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114589014164608704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114589014164608704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/entre-tuas-mentiras-e-meu-segredo-esta_24.html' title='Entre tuas mentiras e meu segredo esta nossa verdade.....'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-114530817046448340</id><published>2006-04-17T16:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:41:37.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sentado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; percebi que... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Quebrou o vaso, ficaram os residuos, rasgaram as folhas e com o quente ficaram as cinzas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O assopro veio de perto, e tao longe eu via. No sangue correu positivo, transformando o que estava flutuando em ideia fixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu, produzindo com a mente que queima, fervendo de alegria, voltada para o tempo corrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nos pes, o suporte de uma farta ansiedade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;No peito, o cofre sem combinacao;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nos bracos, um caminho para as maos chegar e ali as marcas de grandes esforcos para o sonho alcancar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Na cabeca, o que nao passou e a cor do aprendizado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nos olhos, o reflexo de tudo que ainda nao havia enxergado........ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;CLAUDIA. 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-114530817046448340?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/114530817046448340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/percebendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114530817046448340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114530817046448340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/percebendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26331318.post-114530095831310687</id><published>2006-04-17T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:46:27.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu fosse um coqueiro....: April 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/248/2756/1600/sessao%202%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/248/2756/320/sessao%202%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Se eu fosse um coqueiro, nasceria no lugar certo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter sido a ave, mas nao aquela que foi atingida;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter sido o mar, mas nao o morto;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria escrever errado, mas nao minha propria lingua;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter sido nada, mas nao na vida de quem para mim era tudo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria que a vida fosse uma passagem, mas nao so de ida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu queria muitas coisas, mas nao sem merecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;claudia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Claudia Beleli&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26331318-114530095831310687?l=claudiasilso60.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/feeds/114530095831310687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/se-eu-fosse-um-coqueiro-april-2006.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114530095831310687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26331318/posts/default/114530095831310687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiasilso60.blogspot.com/2006/04/se-eu-fosse-um-coqueiro-april-2006.html' title='Se eu fosse um coqueiro....: April 2006'/><author><name>Claudia Beleli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642406344431939612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmXhsXr6q_I/SRi0ZBprlxI/AAAAAAAAACE/Obvgnqw4Uyo/S220/100_0236.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
