<?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-2016215904414934119</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:22:21.516-02:00</updated><category term='saudade'/><category term='grito'/><category term='solidão'/><category term='dor'/><title type='text'>UNIVERSO POÉTICO</title><subtitle type='html'>Vanessa Rodrigues e o mundo literário...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-9037770124098706208</id><published>2012-01-14T01:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T01:10:18.974-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LER VANESSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CO7bad8F7ZU/TxDyC3K8eWI/AAAAAAAALKE/EJfktwUik1Q/s1600/postar+redes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CO7bad8F7ZU/TxDyC3K8eWI/AAAAAAAALKE/EJfktwUik1Q/s320/postar+redes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ler Vanessa é aprender, sorrindo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo o já lido pela vida afora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E o amor que dela vai saindo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nasce pro mundo e entre nós aflora...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nas mãos da poetisa, eis que mora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspiração tão grande que, fluindo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faz como se pudesse aqui e agora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estar com a gente o seu sonhar tão lindo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa mocinha, creia, com certeza,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É fada, é musa, é maga e, de beleza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conhece tudo, em todos os detalhes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seus poemas, de amor ou de tristeza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela os mostra, da vida sobre a mesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como artesã, seus magistrais entalhes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Tony Fonseca.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um presente inesquecível do meu querido confrade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-9037770124098706208?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/9037770124098706208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=9037770124098706208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/9037770124098706208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/9037770124098706208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2012/01/ler-vanessa.html' title='LER VANESSA'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CO7bad8F7ZU/TxDyC3K8eWI/AAAAAAAALKE/EJfktwUik1Q/s72-c/postar+redes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-4655394866148344377</id><published>2011-11-29T05:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:01:29.325-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MESQUINHO QUERER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t17smfOloPY/TtSDPvFJNeI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/tMVLQaQJuVY/s1600/homem_de_ferro_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t17smfOloPY/TtSDPvFJNeI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/tMVLQaQJuVY/s320/homem_de_ferro_.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não há felicidade capaz de iludir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um coração vazio, descrente de paixão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor é como o orgasmo: segundos a sorrir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vencido pela força da intensa solidão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixar que tuas mãos tocassem o meu corpo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assim como minha a alma, feriu meu coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ter sido tua amante causou-me um estranho gosto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Azedo de mentiras e amargo de ilusão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-4655394866148344377?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4655394866148344377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=4655394866148344377' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4655394866148344377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4655394866148344377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/11/mesquinho-querer.html' title='MESQUINHO QUERER'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t17smfOloPY/TtSDPvFJNeI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/tMVLQaQJuVY/s72-c/homem_de_ferro_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-2086090871811692283</id><published>2011-11-28T20:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:40:52.429-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DESSABOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy_1WpxdeL8/TtQNxEZB7-I/AAAAAAAAJ1g/2TEgWmOKoZQ/s1600/iron-man-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iy_1WpxdeL8/TtQNxEZB7-I/AAAAAAAAJ1g/2TEgWmOKoZQ/s320/iron-man-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele nunca saberá o quanto foi amado,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pois não soube reconhecer o amor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do que vivemos ele enterra no passado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só recordando o trouxe dessabor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M9ZGuq8Lns/TkivHPo_TBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Fi71qcf6Y38/s1600/P1311865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M9ZGuq8Lns/TkivHPo_TBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Fi71qcf6Y38/s320/P1311865.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;artiram seus olhos de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;estando saudades em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhos chorosos ao fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ruéis foram os sonhos desfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;nde eu queria viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;uros momentos de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndo ao encontro dos seus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;lhos chorosos de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;inhas lembranças ficaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;nteiras dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esses lamentos desnecessários&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nvolvidos em nossos momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndo e vindo no tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;asgando nossas certezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nde choramos pesares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;entro da torpe tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lmas que sofrem feridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;audade que nunca passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;lhada na angustiante mesmice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amento o que o tempo levou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;olto implorando seus braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;braços fortes de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-3081596853200818306?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3081596853200818306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=3081596853200818306' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3081596853200818306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3081596853200818306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/08/procopio-mineiro-da-silva-acrostico.html' title='PROCÓPIO MINEIRO DA SILVA (Acróstico)'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M9ZGuq8Lns/TkivHPo_TBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Fi71qcf6Y38/s72-c/P1311865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-5736844500762104446</id><published>2011-08-14T02:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T03:31:36.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para meu eterno marido, Procópio Mineiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfvH2CevbSg/TkdiAel538I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1oE7xK0Acnc/s1600/DSCF0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfvH2CevbSg/TkdiAel538I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1oE7xK0Acnc/s320/DSCF0746.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Procópio Mineiro e Vanessa Rodrigues (carinha de abatido, mas sempre lindo e querido por mim.) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei para quem contar minha dor, há tantos anos que só você me ouve, só em você confio, até quando era para reclamar de você era com você que eu reclamava...&lt;br /&gt;Em nosso pior momento, quando nossos olhos viram monstros refletidos em nossa face, quando insistimos e desejamos nos odiar, ainda assim lhe procurar foi minha saída, me ouvir foi sua rotina e a nossa era tolerar, para em seguida deixar que o coração falasse, que mostrasse em nossa face ruborizada a vergonha do alarme desnecessário, tantos escândalos para dizer o contrário do que sentíamos. Dois fracassados, condenados a amar acima do imperdoável, a torcida de cada lado nos odiou enquanto nos amávamos e riamos descontrolados sem saber que atitude tomarmos, quando seres apaixonados de amores eternizados fazem estragos diários...&lt;br /&gt;E de cada lado os tomadores de partido antecipado, nas vãs certezas do triunfo alcançado, suas vantagens contavam, certos de terem nos separado, enquanto juntos estávamos fazendo amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não me envergonho do ato, que foi ter perdoado você quando você me perdoou. &lt;br /&gt;Nós fomos sensatos, perdoamos os atos errados, certos de que pecado era o tempo que poderíamos perder, tentando um ao outro esquecer, quando metade de mim é você e metade de você vive em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Assim aqueles leões famintos, tão certos de terem destruído, o que eu criei com você, surpresos, confusos e perdidos hoje viraram os bandidos ao nos condenarem a sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Sorte que o amor que sentimos, maior do que qualquer espinho a tudo sobreviveu, assim fomos consumidos e também nos consumimos meu corpo dentro do seu.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que agora é tarde, negaram meu colo ao seu corpo, o corpo que era só meu, eu não beijei sua face, não li o poema sofrido o que você mesmo escolheu. &lt;br /&gt;Eu não levei sua flor e nem agarrei-me com força, aos cabelos seus, eu não fechei seus olhos, não segurei sua mão quando você morreu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu que nas madrugadas, sonhei com você acordada nos braços do prazer, eu que febril instigada, sua sede saciava ao entregar-me a você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu que despi seu corpo, dona de cada milímetro que desvendei com amor, não escolhi sua roupa, nem foi o da minha boca o seu último sabor... &lt;br /&gt;Sei que o tempo não volta, que você foi embora, desejando meus braços, e que eu fiquei de fora, esperando sua volta, para morrer nesse abraço... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante 8 anos da minha vida eu escrevi para você.&lt;br /&gt;Agora até o fim dessa vida eu vou escrever por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sua eterna senhora Mineiro...&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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Foi nessa emissora que Procópio impediu uma das maiores fraudes eleitorais da história do Brasil, a da Proconsult, com o objetivo de eleger o candidato do regime militar, Moreira Franco, contra Leonel Brizola, para o governo do Rio de Janeiro em 1982.&lt;br /&gt;Auxiliado por outro grarnde jornalista, Peri Cota, Mineiro montou uma apuração paralela que impediu a concretização da fraude. O Brasil deve a ele, ao Cota e à equipe de jornalismo da Rádio JB de então a garantia do respeito ao voto popular. A direção de redação do jornal manteve uma neutralidade dúbia e só passou a apoiar a ação do Procópio e de sua equipe quando já era mais do que evidente que uma fraude já estava desmascarada.&lt;br /&gt;A ação de Procópio nunca mereceu o reconhecimento devido. Logo depois, foi demitido da Rádio JB. Outros jornalistas assumiram o papel que lhe coube na desarticulação da fraude. Uma injustiça e uma mentira.&lt;br /&gt;E o principal beneficiário da fraude abortada foi diretor da Caixa Econômica Federal no Governo Lula e hoje é ministro de estado do Governo Lula.&lt;br /&gt;A história há de fazer justiça a um jornalista que honrou a profissão às vezes tão vilipendiada nos dias que correm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab, 13/08/2011 - 02:51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Alceste, na quarta-feira dia 13 passamos horas no Skype, não estávamos mais morando em São João do Meriti. Ele estava vindo pra Cabo Frio, pois depois de todo aquele pesadelo que vivemos e graças a Deus superamos, combinamos que não deixaríamos mais ninguém interferir em nossas vidas, como foi durante todos os anos que juntos vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia engraçado e emocionante e como ele pretendia vir no sábado, ficamos falando do passado, do amor, da vida que dá tantas voltas, da admiração, do que nos uniu...&lt;br /&gt;O Procópio era extremamente justo e por isso confuso, sempre oscilando entra dois caminhos, analisava minuciosamente cada possibilidade, não se permitia errar. Era um homem de amor, extremamente romântico em todos os atos, tudo o que tocava automaticamente transformava-se, ganhava um novo brilho, uma nova cor.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre aprimorando-se, buscava respostas, positivamente despertando o melhor de cada um. Em 2003, quando ele ainda era diretor da rádio Super 1440, nos finais de semana ele me buscava na faculdade e íamos pra Casa de S.J.M. Lembro-me que chovia muito, ficamos do terraço assistindo agoniados o estrago que a chuva fazia na rua e nas casas vizinhas. Aquele olhar inquieto, a testa franzida, após alguns minutos em silencio ele puxou minha mão e encaminhou-me em ligeiros passos até o telefone. Ligou para a Rádio e orientou o locutor, a pedir que as pessoas ligassem e informassem como estava a situação em cada bairro, se a rua em que morava costumava alagar, se alguém necessitava de alguma ajuda. O telefone tocou durante toda a programação da rádio, foram inúmeras ligações de Campo Grande, o bairro onde eu fazia faculdade. Lembro-me de ter sentido tanto orgulho dele, da sua forma humana de ser, o cuidado e o carinho com que tratava até mesmo quem ele não conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Frio foi o nosso paraíso, aqui vivemos nossos melhores momentos, cultivamos nossas maiores riquezas, aqui constituímos nossa família. Tivemos paz, alegrias, prazeres. Fomos tão completos que completamo-nos para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que é viver sem ele desde que eu tinha 22 anos... Sempre conseguíamos uma forma de aproximarmo-nos, nunca houve um corte, os pensamentos sintonizavam a mesma saudade a mesma intensidade de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano a vinda dele foi com menor frequência, adiamos inúmeros encontros por causa da saúde debilitada, o repouso não respeitado, a teimosia libriana em ação.&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto nesse momento, é um enorme buraco dentro do peito, algo que sufoca e massacra, uma dor inenarrável, um pesar inconsolável. Uma saudade ácida, uma tristeza eterna.&lt;br /&gt;Ele foi o único e grande amor da minha vida, e o amor que sentia por mim, foi tão maior do que as mágoas, que nada ficou, nunca lembramos, e de novembro em diante, todas as vezes que choramos, foi por pensar no desperdício que foi ficar quase dois meses brigando, se sabíamos que nunca haveria um adeus, enquanto vida existisse dentro de nós...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-8685433742992929276?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8685433742992929276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=8685433742992929276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8685433742992929276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8685433742992929276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/08/homenagem-do-querido-alceste-pinheiro.html' title='Homenagem do querido Alceste Pinheiro ao meu companheiro Procópio Mineiro.'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzG1k_psvAk/TkbfLv4CupI/AAAAAAAAAmM/3TFURIWJ6Vk/s72-c/DSCF0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-3298036589550083588</id><published>2011-08-12T19:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:42:25.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DESNUDAS VERACIDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqzRLU-qNIA/TkXIabXZ2_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/nWFnpFNTX3k/s1600/veracidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqzRLU-qNIA/TkXIabXZ2_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/nWFnpFNTX3k/s320/veracidade.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não suporto a distância que nos condena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A vivermos amor, tocado de saudade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A chorar pelo corpo uma absurda pena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De sentir quem não se tem em realidade. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não revivo os trâmites reais de tua morada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra sentir absorta a desordem do nosso jardim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas à noite é que sofro, pensando acordada,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E amanheço sonhando o amor que já vivi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não transpiro os doces odores de nossa união,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas os sinto na carne que sangra o amor rejeitado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desejosa, em doce saudade da tua ilusão,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viverei cada pranto incontido do nosso passado...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-3298036589550083588?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3298036589550083588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=3298036589550083588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3298036589550083588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3298036589550083588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-meu-eterno-procopio.html' title='DESNUDAS VERACIDADES'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqzRLU-qNIA/TkXIabXZ2_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/nWFnpFNTX3k/s72-c/veracidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-2869248153413361065</id><published>2011-07-31T02:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:26:20.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procópio Mineiro (Eu quero esse amor)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBnXAG-B0qE/TjTsG0sbJrI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SX8dZYTjRas/s1600/P8302185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vBnXAG-B0qE/TjTsG0sbJrI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SX8dZYTjRas/s320/P8302185.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues e Procópio Mineiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU NÃO SEI AMAR DIREITO&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo sofrendo, querendo,&lt;br /&gt;Desejando, enlouquecendo,&lt;br /&gt;Sufocando a pessoa amada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo seguindo, invadindo,&lt;br /&gt;Me iludindo, impondo ser amada&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo de uma forma egoísta, possessiva,&lt;br /&gt;Destrutiva e sempre exagerada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo sem limites, sempre triste&lt;br /&gt;E quase desgraçada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EU QUERO ESSE AMOR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Procópio Mineiro para Vanessa Rodrigues – 8/12/2008)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela ama sofrendo, apressada,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quase desesperada de paixão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto-a pendurada ao meu pescoço,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vinte e quatro horas de tensão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fico sufocado? Faço que sim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas por dentro me rio dessa dama,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dos olhos mais vivos, tez mais carmin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E meu coração diz: - ela te ama.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela faz tudo que julga demais:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Invade, força, quer apenas tudo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poderia ferir, mas é capaz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De dar vida - agradeço, astuto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela reclama de amar sem limites,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E faço eu cara de enjoado,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só para que o enjôo a incite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A amar ainda mais demasiado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muitos mistérios amor possui,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois dá, querendo muito para si.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quanto mais generosidade aflui,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tanto mais forte gosta de sentir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela é uma jovem dama, pássara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inquieta por voar, libertar-se.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu, o caçador que a caçará&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para sua liberdade e catarse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não sei amar direito, diz ela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu, que sei como ela faz amor,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não rebato, evito a querela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para sentir todo o seu calor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em mim foi feito por e para você!!!&lt;br /&gt;30/07/11&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-8957507243842438429?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8957507243842438429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=8957507243842438429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8957507243842438429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8957507243842438429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/06/percepcao.html' title='PERCEPÇÃO'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLUzsflD1xU/TgO7Oh7qDDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ZTTtK3NCY4I/s72-c/DEUS-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-284597962756859363</id><published>2011-05-14T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:51:05.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POR VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y29_scEL5Yc/Tc8xflqKVmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/23IVzMRgpmY/s1600/amoreterno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y29_scEL5Yc/Tc8xflqKVmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/23IVzMRgpmY/s320/amoreterno.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho por você esse querer eterno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como um verso que jamais será escrito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ser sofrido esse meu amor sincero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ser disperso esse seu amar mesquinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho por você uma devoção enorme,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que, por sorte, hoje vou lhe confessar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que meu gostar quase me levou à morte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando, num mote, eu jurei lhe conquistar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho por você esse sentimento intenso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não entendo como pude suportar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vê-lo chorar outro amor no meu momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ver o tempo outra vez nos separar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOV5LjtnOQc/Tah9qHJOoAI/AAAAAAAAhIc/RkNqAZtXJmc/s1600/Vanessa+Rodrigues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOV5LjtnOQc/Tah9qHJOoAI/AAAAAAAAhIc/RkNqAZtXJmc/s200/Vanessa+Rodrigues.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIO DAS OSTRAS JORNAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEIXA-ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Vai, mulher ingrata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sai da vista desse teu escravo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Crava as feridas nesse peito inválido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Segue tua estrada sem olhar pra trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Vai, maldita alma que amei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Corre esse mundo, sente-te livre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ama como um bicho que não é mais triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa para mim o que te arranquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa-me os espinhos de tuas asas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa-me as crias que não soubeste amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa-me teus vultos pela madrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa os fantasmas pra me assombrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa-me a miséria, que esta já foi tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa-me a tristeza que já sentiste, eu sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa-me marcado pela saudade crua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Deixa-me na rua onde te encontrei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCPKaFNmLtM/TZgCd39jqdI/AAAAAAAAFvg/ziZIGpRy-1E/s1600/Vanessa+Rodrigues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCPKaFNmLtM/TZgCd39jqdI/AAAAAAAAFvg/ziZIGpRy-1E/s320/Vanessa+Rodrigues.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues é Escritora - Poetisa,&lt;br /&gt;membro da ArtPop (Academia de Artes e Letras de Cabo Frio)&lt;br /&gt;Ganhadora do prêmio: Medalha Pesonalidades 2010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ILUSÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por um momento lhe fingi ser realeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E tão perfeita era a minha enganação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que triunfei aos seus olhos com soberba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sendo a beleza minha crua escravidão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seguindo os passos, glória em exaltação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O meu castelo, ouro em pó que desfaz o vento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um só momento, me vestindo de ilusão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me fez escrava o meu próprio pensamento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-p1DRc-HgY/TZ8vrf3xoTI/AAAAAAAAhCk/ZcX3FGwI3T4/s1600/Vanessa+Rodrigues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-p1DRc-HgY/TZ8vrf3xoTI/AAAAAAAAhCk/ZcX3FGwI3T4/s200/Vanessa+Rodrigues.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues é escritora poetisa, &lt;br /&gt;mebro da ArtPop- Academia de artes e letras &lt;br /&gt;de Cabo Frio.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O prazer de ler e viver a Poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo Mundo Literário de Vanessa Rodrigues...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EM MEU COLO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive em meu colo um amor que foi sincero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tão completo em sua humilde imperfeição,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que fui incrédula dos sabores e mistérios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em que foi pérfido ao brindar nossa união.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive em meu colo a sua breve inspiração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Odores vagos exalados do meu ventre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo contente minha triste sensação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ser império nesse mérito demente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive em meu colo seu olhar triste e carente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De quem pressente o futuro em solidão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo seus medos meus segredos envolventes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo meu ventre sua sóbria perdição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-8093396146559535582?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cartaovermelhotv.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-nao-mudaria-nada-por-alex-garcia.html' title='EU NÃO MUDARIA NADA (Por Álex Garcia)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8093396146559535582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=8093396146559535582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8093396146559535582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8093396146559535582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-nao-mudaria-nada-por-alex-garcia.html' title='EU NÃO MUDARIA NADA (Por Álex Garcia)'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATXOqFJyGUI/TZgytH4-tLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfDctzO2I3g/s72-c/DSC_0491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-6295937383197286855</id><published>2011-04-01T16:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:32:37.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVA COLABORADORA DO RIO DAS OSTRAS JORNAL!!!</title><content type='html'>sexta-feira, 1 de abril de 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma colaboradora se junta ao Rio das Ostras Jornal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf1YoNAlV5M/TZYmVmV-69I/AAAAAAAAAdU/lgyy0C0V_Vw/s1600/REDEAGORA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf1YoNAlV5M/TZYmVmV-69I/AAAAAAAAAdU/lgyy0C0V_Vw/s320/REDEAGORA.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues, escritora e poetisa deixará seu poema para a eternidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A poetisa é membro da Academia de Artes e Letras de Cabo frio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A escritora carioca compartilhará conosco, no Rio das Ostras Jornal On-line e no Rio das Ostras Jornal Impresso, seus encantos poéticos e literários, colocando sempre em evidência o seu “Universo Poético” que alimenta os amantes da poesia, dando-nos o prazer de saborear o que podemos chamar de uma plena e significável leitura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues de Sousa, nasceu na cidade do Rio de Janeiro no ano de 1980, vindo de uma família de escritores e literatos desenvolveu ainda muito jovem interesse e aptidão para escrever poesias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo passado parte da infância e juventude na cidade de Cabo Frio, foi lá que ingressou em grupos teatrais e poéticos tendo como referencia o grupo Sociedade Dos Poetas Vivos criado e coordenado pelo poeta e literato Maurício Cardozo, que tinha como meta desenvolver o interesse dos jovens os estimulando e ensinando a recitar e interpretar poetas brasileiros e estrangeiros nos palcos das escolas ou mesmo praças publicas onde trabalhava a espontaneidade e combatia a timidez dos seus discípulos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dedica-se regularmente à produção poética, participando de grupos e sítios eletrônicos voltados para o tema, é membro da ARTPOP Academia de Artes e Letras de Cabo Frio, participa do Blog Cartão Vermelho, idealizado e coordenado pelo escritor, poeta e grande amigo Álex Garcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLO ESTÉRIL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanto tempo que caminho em solo estéril,&lt;br /&gt;Por intermédio dessa triste maldição,&lt;br /&gt;Que fiz império no reinado da escória&lt;br /&gt;Da vã memória que habitou meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quão violentos os desejos da minha carne,&lt;br /&gt;Invalidada no desuso do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Fui dissipando na ferida que se abre&lt;br /&gt;Em cada frase que auferi num gesto morto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foram estorvos que colhi no meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Ouros mesquinhos de enorme falsidade,&lt;br /&gt;Onde cravei incessante meus espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Acorrentando em meu peito a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia percebi que era tão tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Todos meus atos de extorsão cobraram um preço&lt;br /&gt;Que eu paguei me condenando a mocidade,&lt;br /&gt;Quando cavei e não achei um recomeço... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-6295937383197286855?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://riodasostrasjornal.blogspot.com/2011/04/mais-uma-colaboradora-se-junta-ao-rio.html' title='NOVA COLABORADORA DO RIO DAS OSTRAS JORNAL!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6295937383197286855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=6295937383197286855' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/6295937383197286855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/6295937383197286855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/04/nova-colaboradora-do-rio-das-ostras.html' title='NOVA COLABORADORA DO RIO DAS OSTRAS JORNAL!!!'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf1YoNAlV5M/TZYmVmV-69I/AAAAAAAAAdU/lgyy0C0V_Vw/s72-c/REDEAGORA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-3874743054050267836</id><published>2011-03-19T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:03:16.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Cartão Vermelho ultrapassou 350.000 visitas por IP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bd65E1w6_WM/TYVf707sRsI/AAAAAAAAAdE/fyVmVp6Ojzg/s1600/BLOG_C%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="80" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bd65E1w6_WM/TYVf707sRsI/AAAAAAAAAdE/fyVmVp6Ojzg/s320/BLOG_C%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Blog Cartão Vermelho ultrapassou hoje (19/03) a casa das 350.000 visitas por IP, medidos desde junho de 2010 pelo Blogger Estatísticas (veja a imagem acima), que é um serviço interno do portal que mantém os blogs e não pode ser fraudado por quem comanda seu próprio blog e nem consegue ser atacado por vírus enlouquecidos enviados nem sabemos por quem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para que nosso leitor entenda a grandeza de uma visita de IP, quando um órgão como a Câmara de Vereador de Cabo Frio, que contém 12 gabinetes, várias salas administrativas, e pelo menos 4 funcionários por gabinete ou setor, que somados chegam a mais de cem pessoas trabalhando naquele espaço, quando nos acessam só conta o primeiro acesso, ou seja, no passar de um dia inteiro será somado apenas um IP, que é o sinal de internet da câmara que está dividido por todos os usuários daquela rede interna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E todo esse sucesso só foi possível graças a você leitor que nos acompanha aqui diariamente e ao empenho, dedicação e comprometimento de cada membro de nossa equipe, muito obrigado a cada um de vocês que é membro da família Blog Cartão Vermelho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Área Técnica:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caio Slash – Configurações do site/blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Marco Color – Designer Gráfico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thaís Lima – Jornalismo, Crônicas e Postagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Zel Humor – Charges e Caricaturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Colunistas:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cássia Fouraux (Licenciatura em Educação Artística)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;César Pinho (Jornalista) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inês de Sá (Artista Plástica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;James Santos (Jornalista) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Marcos Chaves (Assessor Parlamentar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dr. Marcelo Paiva Paes (Escritor, Médico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tia Jorgina (Max Leandro - Comunicador e Comediante) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues (Poetisa)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU ESTOU MUITO FELIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vinicius Peixoto (Presidente da Juventude do PMDB) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cronistas:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;César Pinho (Jornalista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;José Alexandre de Souza (Professor e Contabilista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thaís Lima (Administradora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tony Fonseca (Professor e Jornalista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Membro Correspondente:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pedro Nascimento Araújo (Região Serrana - RJ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Coordenação:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Álex Garcia (Comunicador)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MwgaZxc5I7E/TYJToYniFCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ah884gzvpk4/s1600/imagemphotoshopsdscaioCpia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MwgaZxc5I7E/TYJToYniFCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ah884gzvpk4/s320/imagemphotoshopsdscaioCpia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você tinha razão:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu retomaria minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mesmo ponto em que sua mentira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me fez desviar meu caminho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora meu filho tem amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do pai daquele que tanto esperou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda espera que eu volte pra ele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora com ele eu vou reviver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vontade de saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como seria feliz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu tivesse ousado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teimar em ficar ao seu lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe ele não fosse levado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo mar tão revoltado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vê-lo sempre lindo e amado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Querido e idolatrado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu filho, marido sonhado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu anjo, peixinho dourado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu tudo, minha vida, meu CAIO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-6875132526052473156?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6875132526052473156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=6875132526052473156' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/6875132526052473156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/6875132526052473156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/03/em-meu-colo.html' title='EM MEU COLO'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d9tWPPyOSDU/TYELA_7IkfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/nUKhTz_CO1o/s72-c/colo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-29393683546006901</id><published>2011-03-13T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:25:00.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SANGRENTOS PRESSÁGIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3B4YYswg9T4/TXzvy_DVbOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/76nuuYnU-AQ/s1600/ABRAO_%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3B4YYswg9T4/TXzvy_DVbOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/76nuuYnU-AQ/s320/ABRAO_%257E1.JPG" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em seus braços, eu chorei a saudade que previam meus anseios:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De perder para sempre os abraços que acalantam minha alma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E deixar de viver a verdade desvendada nos segredos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos instantes mais profundos e sutis de nossa estrada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta noite, revesti meu ventre do amargo sabor do adeus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revelado na lágrima incerta que rolou de seus olhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senti que sofria a saudade futura, assim como eu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me deixe jamais sem seus braços, meu amor, eu imploro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De agora em diante prometa que não vai mais partir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem levar-me a seu lado, não importa qual seja o destino.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me reviva para sempre e não deixe jamais de sentir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A essência incontida que brota dos meus beijos sofridos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-29393683546006901?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/29393683546006901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=29393683546006901' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/29393683546006901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/29393683546006901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/03/sangrentos-pressagios.html' title='SANGRENTOS PRESSÁGIOS'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3B4YYswg9T4/TXzvy_DVbOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/76nuuYnU-AQ/s72-c/ABRAO_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-8624106999968839668</id><published>2011-03-10T04:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T05:00:02.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>الخاص</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uUqAzHY4Sl0/TXiEIdv63YI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hRpXe_ZipAg/s1600/egito1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uUqAzHY4Sl0/TXiEIdv63YI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hRpXe_ZipAg/s320/egito1.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;حبي لك هو محض.&lt;br /&gt;أنا وردة، وكنت في العالم.&lt;br /&gt;أنا طائر، وكنت في السماء،&lt;br /&gt;ابن شرارة، وأنت الشمس&lt;br /&gt;أنا في الهواء، وأنت الريح&lt;br /&gt;كنت في حركة مستمرة.&lt;br /&gt;كنت تملك الوقت،&lt;br /&gt;وأنا أريد هذه المرة،&lt;br /&gt;أن يكون لك إلى الأبد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(فانيسا رودريغز)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESPECIAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor por você é puro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu me levantei, e você está no mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou um pássaro, e eu estava no céu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou uma faísca, e você é o sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu estou no ar, e você o vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu estava em constante movimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você tem o tempo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero neste momento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser sua para sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-8624106999968839668?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8624106999968839668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=8624106999968839668' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8624106999968839668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8624106999968839668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='الخاص'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uUqAzHY4Sl0/TXiEIdv63YI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hRpXe_ZipAg/s72-c/egito1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-3043290734795118148</id><published>2011-03-03T03:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T03:33:49.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANÁLOGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Nh3hz4z37_0/TW82PtDtN6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/oGz4sA7lzE4/s1600/1118296621_gal_analogia_kszta_t_w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Nh3hz4z37_0/TW82PtDtN6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/oGz4sA7lzE4/s320/1118296621_gal_analogia_kszta_t_w.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele conheceu-me antes de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No tempo em que eu vivia a descobrir o mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele viveu-me intenso até o fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E fez-se eterno clarão no meu obscuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele traçou novos rumos no meu coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desfez as barreiras herméticas do meu destino,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plantou as sementes da vida na minha ilusão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trazendo a meu peito a certeza de tê-lo escolhido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele moldou-me a mulher que julgava perfeita,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em curvas seguras de serem de sua autoria. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele viveu-me latente, à sua maneira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo tão meu o desejo que nele nutria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-3043290734795118148?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3043290734795118148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=3043290734795118148' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3043290734795118148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3043290734795118148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/03/analogos.html' title='ANÁLOGOS'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Nh3hz4z37_0/TW82PtDtN6I/AAAAAAAAAbE/oGz4sA7lzE4/s72-c/1118296621_gal_analogia_kszta_t_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-775493398071482607</id><published>2011-03-02T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:54:54.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVÓRCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ehmf8ScGS8/TW68pksZSII/AAAAAAAAAbA/EjXUrCPnFYE/s1600/divorciofdrf.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ehmf8ScGS8/TW68pksZSII/AAAAAAAAAbA/EjXUrCPnFYE/s1600/divorciofdrf.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagina em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que há de ti implantado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como o átomo de um ser que agora é meu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algo que dantes fora teu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que agora nem teu nem meu há de ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagina em ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que há de mim emprenhado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A exalar, como se fosse teu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O cheiro que dantes fora meu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que agora nem meu nem teu há de ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagina em nós &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquilo que é nosso há anos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que fundiu-se quando nos amamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nem nosso pode mais ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem haverá de saber &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De quem era, antes de nós,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se nem eu nem tu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fomos nós &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o fizemos nascer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-775493398071482607?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/775493398071482607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=775493398071482607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/775493398071482607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/775493398071482607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/03/divorcio.html' title='DIVÓRCIO'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3ehmf8ScGS8/TW68pksZSII/AAAAAAAAAbA/EjXUrCPnFYE/s72-c/divorciofdrf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-7409377540136960714</id><published>2011-02-23T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:52:16.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AOS HOMENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duHr1GrPFww/TWSSX-OvtaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QZT8-G-gDNo/s1600/homem2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duHr1GrPFww/TWSSX-OvtaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QZT8-G-gDNo/s320/homem2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pensamento de um homem é um segredo divino.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantos não tiveram certezas e indecisões?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sonho de um homem é um grito contido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dilacerado e esculpido em nossos corações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantos terão tido amores infinitos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudades eternas doutro ser?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantos paraísos esquecidos nesse indivíduo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre resistindo ao amanhecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pranto de um homem é um sentimento sofrido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase esvaecido de seu conhecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quantos não choraram esse amor inconcebível&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que foi imprescindível no anoitecer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantos segredos não levaram consigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejos e gemidos não revelados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantos morreram sem terem sabido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eram tão queridos e admirados... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-7409377540136960714?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7409377540136960714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=7409377540136960714' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7409377540136960714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7409377540136960714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/aos-homens.html' title='AOS HOMENS'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duHr1GrPFww/TWSSX-OvtaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QZT8-G-gDNo/s72-c/homem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-2724722194049139138</id><published>2011-02-23T01:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:48:32.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TENS A MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mi5keNi5yAM/TWSRilOUFzI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7kdd01uAhlw/s1600/coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mi5keNi5yAM/TWSRilOUFzI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7kdd01uAhlw/s320/coracao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens inteiro em tuas mãos meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E meus segredos mais ocultos e medonhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu sorriso singelo de emoção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus olhos intensos e tristonhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens inteira em ti minha atenção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus momentos sempre atentos aos teus anseios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em teu amor encontro inspiração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O teu abraço, meu maior desejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens em mim admiração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E meu futuro inteiro a teu dispor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No presente, a emoção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos lábios, sensação do meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-2724722194049139138?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2724722194049139138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=2724722194049139138' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/2724722194049139138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/2724722194049139138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/tens-mim.html' title='TENS A MIM'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mi5keNi5yAM/TWSRilOUFzI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7kdd01uAhlw/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-5172154070648493283</id><published>2011-02-23T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:37:35.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA COMPANHEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyDiUmjq7So/TWSO7PAtMiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wNEDXyM2uq8/s1600/idosos.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyDiUmjq7So/TWSO7PAtMiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wNEDXyM2uq8/s320/idosos.bmp" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vão-se embora os momentos daquele tempo, senhora de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em que vivias em meus braços, doce inocência, noite sem fim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entregavas-te sôfrega, meiga, cheia de medos em vão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pediste-me muito cuidado, é meu legado essa infusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejávamos noites eternas, laços de ternura enfim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Éramos dois entrelaçados, no teu reinado vivi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem diria, senhora da vida por mim conduzida ao amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concebeste-me esta vitória, minha memória, em teu louvor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminhamos lado a lado nossa estrada da vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semeamos nossos frutos, belas feições femininas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fizeste de mim teu homem, eterno companheiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deste-me o amor mais profundo, desejado e verdadeiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora, fechar teus olhos e aquecer-te em meus braços.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não deixarei um só momento do nosso tempo inacabado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantos anos ao teu lado, não mais me vejo sozinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senhora minha, não tenhas medo nem te preocupes... Estou indo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-5172154070648493283?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5172154070648493283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=5172154070648493283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/5172154070648493283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/5172154070648493283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-companheira.html' title='MINHA COMPANHEIRA'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyDiUmjq7So/TWSO7PAtMiI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wNEDXyM2uq8/s72-c/idosos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-5776074924151061526</id><published>2011-02-23T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:30:00.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU NÃO SEI AMAR DIREITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGTYfsO_CKc/TWSNMKgKYoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PnYvH7iMpdg/s1600/3818798.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGTYfsO_CKc/TWSNMKgKYoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PnYvH7iMpdg/s320/3818798.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo sofrendo, querendo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejando, enlouquecendo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sufocando a pessoa amada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo seguindo, invadindo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me iludindo, impondo ser amada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo de uma forma egoísta, possessiva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destrutiva e sempre exagerada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo sem limites, sempre triste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quase desgraçada... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-5776074924151061526?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5776074924151061526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=5776074924151061526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/5776074924151061526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/5776074924151061526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-nao-sei-amar-direito.html' title='EU NÃO SEI AMAR DIREITO'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGTYfsO_CKc/TWSNMKgKYoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PnYvH7iMpdg/s72-c/3818798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-1505475881377773451</id><published>2011-02-18T16:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:44:25.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema A GUERRA DO CABO FRIO publicado na revista O Prelo (Imprensa Oficial do Estado Rio de Janeiro) Matéria do meu amor Procópio Mineiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2Do3p71pPY/TV69Q0SUptI/AAAAAAAAAYM/y9T2cNvNBnU/s1600/DSC01752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2Do3p71pPY/TV69Q0SUptI/AAAAAAAAAYM/y9T2cNvNBnU/s320/DSC01752.JPG" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inv8WdfCUf8/TV69vGmrViI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wZLtBOvI2ZE/s1600/DSC01753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inv8WdfCUf8/TV69vGmrViI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wZLtBOvI2ZE/s320/DSC01753.JPG" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;Trecho do meu poema &lt;strong&gt;A GUERRA DO CABO FRIO&lt;/strong&gt; Publicado na Revista &lt;strong&gt;O PRELO&lt;/strong&gt; da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IMPRENSA OFICIAL DO RIO DE JANEIRO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu editor, meu companheiro, meu marido, meu amigo, meu mundo Procópio...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Poc My Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-1505475881377773451?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1505475881377773451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=1505475881377773451' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/1505475881377773451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/1505475881377773451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/poema-guerra-do-cabo-frio-publicado-na.html' title='Poema A GUERRA DO CABO FRIO publicado na revista O Prelo (Imprensa Oficial do Estado Rio de Janeiro) Matéria do meu amor Procópio Mineiro'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2Do3p71pPY/TV69Q0SUptI/AAAAAAAAAYM/y9T2cNvNBnU/s72-c/DSC01752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-8011638179059763152</id><published>2011-02-18T15:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:46:43.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TONY FONSECA &amp; VANESSA RODRIGUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vou colocar aqui&amp;nbsp;a maior declaração de amor&amp;nbsp;que já brotou entre o carinho, a amizade, cumplicidade e admiração&amp;nbsp;de dois poetas moradores de Cabo Frio:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHqIzdJjhLI/TV6sXlNxn4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/SsN45fe_8Bk/s1600/postar+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHqIzdJjhLI/TV6sXlNxn4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/SsN45fe_8Bk/s320/postar+blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMO VOCÊ!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada é tão belo, magnífico, grandioso, forte e sincero quanto o amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Essa é para você meu amigo &lt;strong&gt;Tony Fonseca&lt;/strong&gt;, uma das maiores alegrias da minha vida!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Todas as sextas-feiras às 15hs no Canal 7 Lagos TV: BEM-VINDO AO PARAÍSO – Com Tony Fonseca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-8011638179059763152?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8011638179059763152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=8011638179059763152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8011638179059763152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8011638179059763152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/tony-fonseca-vanessa-rodrigues.html' title='TONY FONSECA &amp; VANESSA RODRIGUES'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHqIzdJjhLI/TV6sXlNxn4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/SsN45fe_8Bk/s72-c/postar+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-4456582429185239514</id><published>2011-02-15T03:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:53:46.395-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ELE NÃO SABE VIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXEKmz2Co1M/TVoU5IVoXkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/uSB0IHu_Gik/s1600/rosa_branca1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXEKmz2Co1M/TVoU5IVoXkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/uSB0IHu_Gik/s320/rosa_branca1.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele pensa que viverá para sempre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que teremos noites quentes de infinito prazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele quer me convencer de que o amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não convive com a paixão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que esta dilacera o coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O outro nos ensina a compreender.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele pensa em viver sua idade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se esta determinasse a intensidade do amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se dela dependesse a vontade do querer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se ela, quanto mais, menos prazer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-4456582429185239514?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4456582429185239514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=4456582429185239514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4456582429185239514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4456582429185239514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/ele-nao-sabe-viver.html' title='ELE NÃO SABE VIVER'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXEKmz2Co1M/TVoU5IVoXkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/uSB0IHu_Gik/s72-c/rosa_branca1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-3941893344435034540</id><published>2011-02-15T03:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:46:48.089-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EGOÍSMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjVWXgQUhrg/TVoTPwNBeiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jMuhCyaCjt0/s1600/Egoismo%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjVWXgQUhrg/TVoTPwNBeiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jMuhCyaCjt0/s320/Egoismo%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me peças calma, tão pouco paciência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem esperes de mim mais do que sou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te desculpes pela tua preferência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se a minha recompensa não mais é o teu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me esperes nos teus sonhos nem me queiras de ilusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se na realidade não convém minha companhia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me fales de sensatez, muito menos de razão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se me negas a sensação de viver sem agonia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me fales da saudade, quanto menos da esperança,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se foi tua decisão afastar-me da tua vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me peças compreensão nem prometas segurança,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não moves uma palha para viver o nosso dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mais culpes a natureza, se o telhado se rompeu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão pouco culpes o ouro que não te pertencia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu suor é só por um, este apenas será teu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O resto é somatório, não se ganha todo dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se dá mais do que se pode, vive-se com o que se tem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os teus devem saber a hora de parar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se leva do ouro o pote, a ganância não convém, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um pão partido ao meio pode a todos saciar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-3941893344435034540?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3941893344435034540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=3941893344435034540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3941893344435034540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3941893344435034540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/egoismo.html' title='EGOÍSMO'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjVWXgQUhrg/TVoTPwNBeiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jMuhCyaCjt0/s72-c/Egoismo%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-5404636440809125663</id><published>2011-02-15T03:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:42:05.744-02:00</updated><title type='text'>IRREMEDIÁVEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfuSarR-qsI/TVoSJt0pbwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K-oRgX6OQ9Y/s1600/Irremediavel-amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfuSarR-qsI/TVoSJt0pbwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K-oRgX6OQ9Y/s1600/Irremediavel-amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que não me convenço de uma vez que não tem volta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que é irremediável nosso fim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se já são tantos anos que mandaste-me embora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não será agora que viverás dentro de mim? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que ainda te iludes de que vais ficar comigo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se nós dois sabemos que não vai acontecer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não serão desculpas de telhados, precipícios, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que mudarão destinos que não podem conviver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tarde pra nós dois. A ferida já foi feita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixaste-me sozinha quando mais precisei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdeste muito tempo construindo a fortaleza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorei cada momento que jamais perdoarei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-5404636440809125663?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5404636440809125663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=5404636440809125663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/5404636440809125663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/5404636440809125663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/irremediavel.html' title='IRREMEDIÁVEL'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BfuSarR-qsI/TVoSJt0pbwI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K-oRgX6OQ9Y/s72-c/Irremediavel-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-2859572463206786535</id><published>2011-02-15T03:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:36:55.709-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PROSSEGUIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFVDgBWLJ1A/TVoQ7qsElSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XNozCsCuxz8/s1600/image_caminho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFVDgBWLJ1A/TVoQ7qsElSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XNozCsCuxz8/s320/image_caminho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto reformavas tua casa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha vida era tomada de rancor e sofrimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto construías teu telhado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu teto desabado soterrou nosso momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto reerguias teu castelo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Implorei um novo teto, mas ninguém me abrigou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto eu fiquei jogada ao tempo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdi toda esperança: nossa hora terminou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto esperavas teu milagre,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vivi esse impasse de ficar ou de partir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto cultuavas a saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre a espera e o combate, optei por prosseguir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-2859572463206786535?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2859572463206786535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=2859572463206786535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/2859572463206786535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/2859572463206786535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/02/prosseguir.html' title='PROSSEGUIR'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFVDgBWLJ1A/TVoQ7qsElSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XNozCsCuxz8/s72-c/image_caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-1059991853195740494</id><published>2011-02-14T09:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:44:06.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDALHA PERSONALIDADES 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnrjEr40yno/TWSPiZa4cmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Aso6L1iZ7Kg/s1600/PERSONALIDADE_publ_web2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnrjEr40yno/TWSPiZa4cmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Aso6L1iZ7Kg/s320/PERSONALIDADE_publ_web2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É com grande orgulho e felicidade que compartilho nesse espaço com todos os meus amigos, a emoção que senti ao receber um prêmio tão importante quanto esse, um prêmio que ficará guardado não apenas em minha memória, mas na história de Cabo Frio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradeço a ArtPop (Academia de Artes e Letras de Cabo Frio) por sua força, sua iniciativa ...e garra de trazer para sua cidade sem qualquer apoio do atual governo, evento de tamanha grandeza e seriedade, provando que mesmo sendo seu prefeito omisso, desinteressado, e inimigo de sua própria cidade, a cultura não cala, ela avança e se torna maior do que qualquer obstáculo que se forma em seu caminho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradeço ao Presidente Fundador da ArtPop: Carlos Alberto (de quem muito me orgulho de ser filha), a Diretora de Eventos: Dyandréia Portugal (que com tanto carinho e trabalho duro, tornou possível esse sonho) e A Secretária Geral: Izabelle Valladares, que juntos aos seus membros e colaboradores, tornaram essa noite inesquecível tanto para seus homenageados quanto para os convidados presentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TVDB7JorFxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/iPspZ9yQ_cA/s1600/beija_flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TVDB7JorFxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/iPspZ9yQ_cA/s320/beija_flor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era tão lindo o pequenino, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De gestos precisos que me encantou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinha bailando nas flores,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugando os amores,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o tempo plantou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era tamanha a beleza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suave destreza com que ele pousou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas foi veloz a partida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquei tão sentida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Querendo ser flor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O esperei na surdina,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banhada de mel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com os olhos de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu calor exalava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O cheiro de fadas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o alcançou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda manhã ele vinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Provar da saliva que o viciou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas na amarga injustiça,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia minha vida perdeu o sabor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele esperava calado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os gestos sonhados de ter-me, sua flor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o meu ego ingrato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O fez viciado num falso sabor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não me tinha ao seu lado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorava abafado um pranto de dor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com fome, vagou cansado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhando acordado... Morreu de amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-272535805084583991?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/272535805084583991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=272535805084583991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/272535805084583991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/272535805084583991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2011/01/saudades.html' title='SAUDADES'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TTIg-Rm_YaI/AAAAAAAAASs/C8o-cLFUHOw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-7144549020680248549</id><published>2010-11-02T22:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:02:56.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DOIS CORAÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TNCmo27qHAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jDC4LBykvaA/s1600/cansada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TNCmo27qHAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jDC4LBykvaA/s1600/cansada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apagou-se uma luz dentro de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apagou-se assim sem que eu pudesse evitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por essa forma de só saber me ocultar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E de pensar sem ser capaz de executar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-7144549020680248549?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7144549020680248549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=7144549020680248549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7144549020680248549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7144549020680248549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/11/dois-coracoes.html' title='DOIS CORAÇÕES'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TNCmo27qHAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jDC4LBykvaA/s72-c/cansada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-7692100397422712074</id><published>2010-10-28T22:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:56:34.803-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NEGATIVISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMobt7oztOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/znA0HrOgVdo/s1600/mulher+asas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMobt7oztOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/znA0HrOgVdo/s320/mulher+asas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não pretendo me converter ao escravismo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ter tolhido o meu desejo de viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correndo livre sem frear ante o abismo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daquele lixo que prefiro nem saber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não me moldo aos diplomas emoldurados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas paredes dos escravos dos empregos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vivo presa esperando meu salário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já vinculado pela fome dos soberbos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não aceito encaixar-me nesse mundo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde obscuras são as curvas dos segredos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tenho medo de saber do meu futuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É porque julgo ser bem mais o que mereço... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-7692100397422712074?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7692100397422712074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=7692100397422712074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7692100397422712074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7692100397422712074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/10/negativismo.html' title='NEGATIVISMO'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMobt7oztOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/znA0HrOgVdo/s72-c/mulher+asas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-1211830361052873826</id><published>2010-10-28T22:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:51:39.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REMENDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoak_vdFnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFuw5GZdGfM/s1600/rosto-de-mulher-no-escuro-8fcb1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoak_vdFnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFuw5GZdGfM/s1600/rosto-de-mulher-no-escuro-8fcb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, eu não renasci:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu apenas me humilhei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me arrastei e implorei para ser perdoada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ser essa mulher desfalcada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com nada além dessas lágrimas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para lhe oferecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, eu não ressurgi: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu permaneci nas cinzas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo a eterna vítima do não querer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu grudei-me em suas pernas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prometi ser sincera, fiel e leal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao seu jeito banal de não me perceber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, eu não sou fênix,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tampouco divina, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musa felina que defende sua cria:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou covarde, como todos os males&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que herdei dos altares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde chorei sua partida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, eu não sou nenhum anjo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tão menos são santos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esses meus sentimentos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou vaga, vazia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca fui concluída,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque toda minha vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi feita de remendos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-1211830361052873826?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1211830361052873826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=1211830361052873826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/1211830361052873826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/1211830361052873826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/10/remendos.html' title='REMENDOS'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoak_vdFnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hFuw5GZdGfM/s72-c/rosto-de-mulher-no-escuro-8fcb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-7326461749519162976</id><published>2010-10-28T22:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:45:17.185-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU SEI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoZDEFmBtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/d8fqVm9wM0A/s1600/futuro+postar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoZDEFmBtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/d8fqVm9wM0A/s320/futuro+postar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creio que vou morrer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ter crido que viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cercada de beleza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valia mais do que a certeza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De que poderia viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem não mais saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como era ser &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linda e bela pra você... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creio que, se me amou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não ousou me reviver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixou-me sozinha a crer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tudo era infinito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que sou de mais bonito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em nada foi motivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra deixar em seu sorriso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algo mais que meu sofrer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creio que seja tarde,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois nosso amor foi só miragem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delírios dessa vontade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eterna de lhe viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim, não vai sofrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao saber que eu morri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem pensar no que sofri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperando por você... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-7326461749519162976?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7326461749519162976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=7326461749519162976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7326461749519162976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7326461749519162976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-sei.html' title='EU SEI'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoZDEFmBtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/d8fqVm9wM0A/s72-c/futuro+postar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-7169348980144792753</id><published>2010-10-28T22:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:38:56.419-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TRINTA ANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoXcMDJN8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7Jtd8NhYobE/s1600/9o0978o978o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoXcMDJN8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7Jtd8NhYobE/s320/9o0978o978o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trinta primaveras se passaram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E flores não brotaram em meu jardim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espinhos o meu ventre atravessaram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudades foram eternas para mim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trinta despedidas necessárias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nada aprendi com o passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhei cada ilusão na minha alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorei todos os sonhos destroçados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trinta anos foram se passando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo que pensei tornou-se nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verdades que colhi me enganaram. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentiras plantei em minha terra farta... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-7169348980144792753?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/7169348980144792753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=7169348980144792753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7169348980144792753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/7169348980144792753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/10/trinta-anos-trinta-primaveras-se.html' title='TRINTA ANOS'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TMoXcMDJN8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7Jtd8NhYobE/s72-c/9o0978o978o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-4419447548343674005</id><published>2010-09-03T20:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:28:35.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TIGEhv21NYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Pu4SA7TRXLk/s1600/pessoa-acamada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TIGEhv21NYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Pu4SA7TRXLk/s320/pessoa-acamada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela já teve tanta vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje repousa incansável nesse leito de ilusão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vive estatelada de amarguras, sem qualquer evolução,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chora a esperança esmagadora de quem não tem mais saída.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela já foi tão feminina...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje nem pinturas escondem as marcas do seu rosto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma velhice aguda, estampada de desgosto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que foi tão soberana que a deixou amortecida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela era assim, tão linda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a desejei em noites infindas de prazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi tanto que amei, que ao seu lado quis morrer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje vai saber como me dói ela estar viva...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-4419447548343674005?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4419447548343674005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=4419447548343674005' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4419447548343674005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4419447548343674005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/09/ela.html' title='ELA'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TIGEhv21NYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Pu4SA7TRXLk/s72-c/pessoa-acamada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-1642670102887964820</id><published>2010-09-03T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:10:51.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSIM FOMOS, SOMOS E SEREMOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TIGAcYtsRrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/voCzZTHhPuA/s1600/BLOG__~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TIGAcYtsRrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/voCzZTHhPuA/s320/BLOG__~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serão minhas verdades invertidas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou inverdades as certezas desse mundo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois não há forma de viver em harmonia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com segmentos e valores absurdos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São obscuros os caminhos que traçamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos anulando ante a hora de agir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim fingir direcionar os nossos planos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando mal somos livres para decidir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fomos moldados pela crença e pelo medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De sermos julgados pelos atos cometidos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim tolheram o que é nosso por direito:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A opção de ter em mãos o livre-arbítrio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos mesquinhos com aqueles que nos amam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idolatrando a eloquência de homens vis, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meros fantoches subordinados por um bando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De soberanos ordinários e imbecis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há verdade absoluta, diz o cético,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seguindo o pirronismo inconsequente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim dividem opiniões de um povo débil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que segue as letras das canções incoerentes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não somos nós inferiores a ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não há quem possa a todos iludir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao guerrearmos, feriremos sempre alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que como nós será refém do que há de vir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que virá é mais um dia de batalha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contra a insensata mira da artilharia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que encarcera a faculdade dessa massa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destinada a sujeitar-se à tirania.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E novos dias se oporão a renascer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E como nós vão se render à autoridade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessa absurda divindade do prever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o sofrer é necessária aprendizagem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim renascem erros graves do passado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que acorrentam o instinto de agir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seremos sempre seguidores molestados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reles escravos adestrados pra servir... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-1642670102887964820?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/1642670102887964820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=1642670102887964820' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/1642670102887964820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/1642670102887964820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/09/assim-fomos-somos-e-seremos.html' title='ASSIM FOMOS, SOMOS E SEREMOS...'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TIGAcYtsRrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/voCzZTHhPuA/s72-c/BLOG__~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-340363131604551007</id><published>2010-09-03T02:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T02:03:08.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TICBeqxNxoI/AAAAAAAAALg/j1LryflUYTs/s1600/Imagem+071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TICBeqxNxoI/AAAAAAAAALg/j1LryflUYTs/s320/Imagem+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha memória foi jogada pela rua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na calçada dessa casa em que esperei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que minha vida se unisse com a sua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando nua em seus braços me encontrei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu fruto que há anos acolheu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como eu foi rejeitado por você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que culpou-me de invadir o mundo seu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando apenas lhe queria proteger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha vida que você tanto prezava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi deixada novamente no passado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como todo amor que eu acreditava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que existia, mas nunca foi comprovado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-340363131604551007?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/340363131604551007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=340363131604551007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/340363131604551007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/340363131604551007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/09/nosso-amor.html' title='NOSSO AMOR'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/TICBeqxNxoI/AAAAAAAAALg/j1LryflUYTs/s72-c/Imagem+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-8994405681468679485</id><published>2010-01-19T02:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:01:23.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSEVERANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/S1Uui0WSotI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zoQ2oCw5R3c/s1600-h/olho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/S1Uui0WSotI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zoQ2oCw5R3c/s400/olho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428296101567570642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quantas vezes precisar, renascerei &lt;br /&gt;E voltarei ao meu passado sofredor.&lt;br /&gt;E nem ao medo de perder me curvarei,&lt;br /&gt;Pois viverei o que me fez um sonhador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quantas vezes eu perder, retornarei,&lt;br /&gt;E na partida correrei com mais fervor&lt;br /&gt;Até que a linha de chegada cruzarei,&lt;br /&gt;Sem fraquejar nem um instante meu amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quantas vezes eu cair, levantarei,&lt;br /&gt;Sem que um músculo contraia de pavor&lt;br /&gt;Perante o abismo de um olhar. Enfrentarei&lt;br /&gt;Cada limite e serei um vencedor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-2217679743451573844?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2217679743451573844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=2217679743451573844' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/2217679743451573844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/2217679743451573844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje.html' title='HOJE'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/S1Ut_leGWjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-EX6xhv0fUo/s72-c/1208526561YFhG6HR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-7696450708976379074</id><published>2010-01-19T01:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:51:46.684-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DESVIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/S1UsTZy9baI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LikMwawyhv4/s1600-h/porto-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/S1UsTZy9baI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LikMwawyhv4/s400/porto-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428293637718764962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por onde navegam seus medos e segredos&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia desvendaram o meu mar?&lt;br /&gt;E os seus navios atracados pelo porto&lt;br /&gt;Do meu corpo quase morto a esperar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos artifícios de caminhos, precipícios,&lt;br /&gt;Dos desejos de não mais me aprisionar.&lt;br /&gt;Quantos foram vistos no meu mundo, tão sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Retornaram, incapazes de ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os mistérios, do tesouro ao império,&lt;br /&gt;Enterrados sob a sombra do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os momentos os internos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, desviaram do meu porto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-6171830082964372623?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6171830082964372623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=6171830082964372623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/6171830082964372623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/6171830082964372623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2010/01/encarnecer.html' title='ENCARNECER'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/S1Ur3R7QhBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vwsnp2H5N_c/s72-c/ATYAAADA46GqKjGQJlehi2Fmf-GX08RYlk0ICjDXI_ebEP1ePvUE5IbLhKkm7eXo0TnUgYHYmZZDwswMmIWNGecrT5yXAJtU9VB1MqzRQhyejx1OyMwFiPHWNMB4hg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-7532317792900237079</id><published>2010-01-19T01:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:44:26.219-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JORNADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/S1Uqgr12HHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vZXjlgSuSQc/s1600-h/quadro_fim_da_jornada.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/S1Uqgr12HHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vZXjlgSuSQc/s400/quadro_fim_da_jornada.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428291666877750386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me importa é amar e ser miragem,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo verdade, em cada farsa que lhe vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser suposta quando posta em liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;E inverdades quando inteira sou instinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sinto são segredos revelados,&lt;br /&gt;Onde meus passos pisam firmes, soberanos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque me visto desse trapo embebedado,&lt;br /&gt;Que sou escrava longos passos de enganos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me envolve é a luz despercebida&lt;br /&gt;De uma sentida rejeição não revelada,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a estrada firma o tempo na surdina&lt;br /&gt;E minha vida alcança o fim dessa jornada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-6896058981594022751?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/6896058981594022751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=6896058981594022751' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/6896058981594022751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/6896058981594022751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2009/11/poesias-todas-e-p-terminar.html' title='ENTORPECIMENTO'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SzKARbkOiLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KyM0C_cl-RE/s72-c/LGRIMA~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-8019511521084429180</id><published>2009-10-08T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:39:27.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLO ESTÉRIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ss5bw-zEB_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/JM6rouIkqzw/s1600-h/isea2011820reflection20ys4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390346701058082802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ss5bw-zEB_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/JM6rouIkqzw/s400/isea2011820reflection20ys4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz tanto tempo que caminho em solo estéril,&lt;br /&gt;Por intermédio dessa triste maldição,&lt;br /&gt;Que fiz império no reinado da escória&lt;br /&gt;Da vã memória que habitou meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quão violentos os desejos da minha carne,&lt;br /&gt;Invalidada no desuso do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Fui dissipando na ferida que se abre&lt;br /&gt;Em cada frase que auferi num gesto morto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foram estorvos que colhi no meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Ouros mesquinhos de enorme falsidade,&lt;br /&gt;Onde cravei incessante meus espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Acorrentando em meu peito a liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia percebi que era tão tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Todos meus atos de extorsão cobraram um preço&lt;br /&gt;Que eu paguei me condenando a mocidade,&lt;br /&gt;Quando cavei e não achei um recomeço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-8019511521084429180?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8019511521084429180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=8019511521084429180' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8019511521084429180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8019511521084429180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/solo-esteril.html' title='SOLO ESTÉRIL'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ss5bw-zEB_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/JM6rouIkqzw/s72-c/isea2011820reflection20ys4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-2851534226372429081</id><published>2009-10-06T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:44:04.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE EU CHOREI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/StnYC_yGDdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5vszpD16iVY/s1600-h/olho%2Bpinado%2Bcom%2B2%2Bl%25C3%25A1grimas%2Becorrendo%2Bpela%2Bcara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393579574745763282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/StnYC_yGDdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5vszpD16iVY/s400/olho%2Bpinado%2Bcom%2B2%2Bl%25C3%25A1grimas%2Becorrendo%2Bpela%2Bcara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje eu chorei,&lt;br /&gt;E nem sei o real motivo para essas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Vá saber, nessa mente vazia, a dor que passa&lt;br /&gt;Quando choro sem mesmo saber onde é que me dói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu chorei,&lt;br /&gt;E notei que o alívio não veio, nem mesmo depois&lt;br /&gt;Que juntei pela cama os vestígios do amor de nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;E sem mais eu fiquei lamentando essa dor que corrói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu chorei,&lt;br /&gt;E pensei que seria melhor não contar pra ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Que essa febre em meu corpo já faz tempo e não tem&lt;br /&gt;Um remédio que eu possa tomar e curar a ferida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu chorei,&lt;br /&gt;E cansei de secar uma lágrima de presença eterna,&lt;br /&gt;E deixei de sonhar a ilusão de sorrir mais sincera,&lt;br /&gt;Como era quando encontrava em você a saída...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-2851534226372429081?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/2851534226372429081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=2851534226372429081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/2851534226372429081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/2851534226372429081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/indignacao.html' title='HOJE EU CHOREI'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/StnYC_yGDdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5vszpD16iVY/s72-c/olho%2Bpinado%2Bcom%2B2%2Bl%25C3%25A1grimas%2Becorrendo%2Bpela%2Bcara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-4408711421877535425</id><published>2009-10-06T12:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:38:23.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLICIDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/StnWp0i9h8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OJ292hgAYU4/s1600-h/Simplicidade+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393578042721142722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/StnWp0i9h8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OJ292hgAYU4/s400/Simplicidade+I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não esperes de mim qualidades que não reconheço,&lt;br /&gt;Nem flores que enfeitem a casa que não habitei.&lt;br /&gt;Não esperes que ao fim de mim haja um recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Que valha o preço do enredo que desfilarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não inaugures tua avenida no meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Nem solicites que para ti desfile com sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;Não batas os tambores mudos nesse rumo da desilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu sirva de atração ao teu turismo em nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esperes que meu samba tenha traços do malandro,&lt;br /&gt;Nem que a comissão de frente seja um sorriso limpo.&lt;br /&gt;Contenta-te se meus trapos te recobrem os desenganos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois, quem sabe, além dos ganhos eu te sinta mais querido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-4408711421877535425?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4408711421877535425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=4408711421877535425' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4408711421877535425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4408711421877535425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/saiu-no-dia-02-de-outubro-o-resultado.html' title='SIMPLICIDADES'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/StnWp0i9h8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OJ292hgAYU4/s72-c/Simplicidade+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-8259124910657789674</id><published>2009-10-03T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:42:43.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COISA ALGUMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Sseo8iz_2WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nCV_TT6TXZ0/s1600-h/alone_with_the_waves_by_utopic_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388461237262604642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Sseo8iz_2WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nCV_TT6TXZ0/s400/alone_with_the_waves_by_utopic_man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As horas não passam,&lt;br /&gt;Arrastam-se nos meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Tão cansados,&lt;br /&gt;Marcados pelos amores traçados&lt;br /&gt;Nos açoites somados,&lt;br /&gt;Aos odores jorrados&lt;br /&gt;Dos presentes retalhos&lt;br /&gt;Em que os anseios transformaram com desdém.&lt;br /&gt;Agora carrego acanhado&lt;br /&gt;A bagagem de um triste passado&lt;br /&gt;Que viveu sempre em mim acordado,&lt;br /&gt;Revivendo o meu sofrido legado&lt;br /&gt;Que, por mais que o tenha rejeitado,&lt;br /&gt;Vive pulsando nos calos&lt;br /&gt;Que ganhei, por ter sido escravo&lt;br /&gt;Desse mundo onde não fui ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-8259124910657789674?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/8259124910657789674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=8259124910657789674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8259124910657789674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/8259124910657789674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/coisa-alguma.html' title='COISA ALGUMA'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Sseo8iz_2WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nCV_TT6TXZ0/s72-c/alone_with_the_waves_by_utopic_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-5027525769551970917</id><published>2009-10-03T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:38:24.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMESSAS ANULADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ssen8vYaC3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TqXeZUqk0Ts/s1600-h/caio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388460141124914034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ssen8vYaC3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TqXeZUqk0Ts/s400/caio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me faz falta o brilho dos olhos seus&lt;br /&gt;Daquele seu jeito doce de falar&lt;br /&gt;Aquele olhar disperso&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso entre aberto,&lt;br /&gt;Os mistérios do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Me faz falta sua companhia&lt;br /&gt;Da alegria que era a chegada sua.&lt;br /&gt;Logo após uma espera saudosa,&lt;br /&gt;Uma frase audaciosa&lt;br /&gt;Para mostrar-me que chegou,&lt;br /&gt;E que sentiu minha falta,&lt;br /&gt;E que gostava tanto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Assim como eu de você.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos diálogos infindos&lt;br /&gt;A troca das vivências dos livros&lt;br /&gt;Nossos desejos e receios&lt;br /&gt;Que tolhiam nossos atos.&lt;br /&gt;Nosso intelecto nato&lt;br /&gt;Aflorado nas noites eternas de debates&lt;br /&gt;Onde amanhecia num impasse&lt;br /&gt;Nossa genialidade no saber.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos vivíamos nesse querer eterno&lt;br /&gt;Mas num trilhar deserto&lt;br /&gt;Certos de que não nos iríamos saber.&lt;br /&gt;Éramos almas enlaçadas&lt;br /&gt;Pelas infinitas jornadas&lt;br /&gt;De uma desconhecida estrada&lt;br /&gt;Que não tivemos tempo de conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-5027525769551970917?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/5027525769551970917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=5027525769551970917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/5027525769551970917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/5027525769551970917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/promessas-anuladas.html' title='PROMESSAS ANULADAS'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ssen8vYaC3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TqXeZUqk0Ts/s72-c/caio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-7975227380448586440</id><published>2009-10-03T16:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:34:54.201-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ABSTRATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SsenIR683jI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n6Wz8n2C_u8/s1600-h/Abstrato_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388459239863541298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SsenIR683jI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n6Wz8n2C_u8/s400/Abstrato_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Essa dor dilacerante&lt;br /&gt;Corta como diamante&lt;br /&gt;O céu que é meu&lt;br /&gt;Da boca minha&lt;br /&gt;No dente meu&lt;br /&gt;Na minha&lt;br /&gt;Instintiva vontade&lt;br /&gt;De ter na boca a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Que não direi&lt;br /&gt;Essa alucinante mentira&lt;br /&gt;Entala feito garra na garganta&lt;br /&gt;Enche de lama&lt;br /&gt;Minhas frases profanas&lt;br /&gt;Que moram dentro da minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Enlameada de vontades trocadas&lt;br /&gt;De inverdades conspícuas&lt;br /&gt;De palavras cruzadas&lt;br /&gt;De trocadilhos desditos&lt;br /&gt;E fingimentos explícitos&lt;br /&gt;No vão intuído de vê-los&lt;br /&gt;Prescritos num labirinto&lt;br /&gt;Em cada curva do oblíquo&lt;br /&gt;Desse poder perecido&lt;br /&gt;Que brota avante e comedido&lt;br /&gt;De dentro do meu instinto&lt;br /&gt;Tolhido em meus nocivos&lt;br /&gt;Gestos cabreiros&lt;br /&gt;De ser tão mais passageiro&lt;br /&gt;Esse desejo meu&lt;br /&gt;Que ora é contido&lt;br /&gt;No peito abusivo&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo do umbigo&lt;br /&gt;Sentido e revestido&lt;br /&gt;De uma saudade efêmera&lt;br /&gt;De uma pungente ferida&lt;br /&gt;Que bate na cara da vida&lt;br /&gt;Essa distinta vida&lt;br /&gt;Desprezada e temida&lt;br /&gt;Por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-4357062469002637104?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/4357062469002637104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=4357062469002637104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4357062469002637104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/4357062469002637104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2009/10/franqueza.html' title='FRANQUEZA'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SsaljOgICMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hJREFUHBkiM/s72-c/traicao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-3187047484263222086</id><published>2009-09-28T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:52:37.378-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ELE DISSE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ss5c5MpPoWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BtUaZR3KtpE/s1600-h/2008_08_08_3503125808G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390347941725577570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ss5c5MpPoWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BtUaZR3KtpE/s400/2008_08_08_3503125808G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele disse: papai&lt;br /&gt;E tão mais me senti sozinha e infeliz,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa a ser dita e simplesmente ele diz&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que eu tanto esperava que fosse esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse: papai&lt;br /&gt;E meu peito se abre em feridas que sangram saudade&lt;br /&gt;Daquele que tanto odiei quando soube a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Que iria ficar pela a vida perdida a sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que chama aquele que há tantos se foi&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar nada além dessas dívidas que não pude pagar?&lt;br /&gt;Como pode esse ente ingênuo chamar por alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que sumiu nesse mundo jurando nunca mais voltar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que não há ao meu lado alguém pra fingir&lt;br /&gt;Que é o pai dedicado que ele tanto esperou?&lt;br /&gt;Que farei dessa vida, onde as guerras por muito perdi&lt;br /&gt;Sem levar para casa um pedaço que fosse de amor???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

http://www.facebook.com/feeds/notes.php?id=1008935709&amp;viewer=1008935709&amp;key=7f764e9bc2&amp;format=rss20&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2016215904414934119-3187047484263222086?l=vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/3187047484263222086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2016215904414934119&amp;postID=3187047484263222086' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3187047484263222086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2016215904414934119/posts/default/3187047484263222086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/2009/09/ele-disse.html' title='ELE DISSE...'/><author><name>Vanessa Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14359651725329772730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SdvyJbR-LII/AAAAAAAAAEk/CNEliVqifzQ/S220/FOTO+Q+ESTA+NAS+REDES.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/Ss5c5MpPoWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BtUaZR3KtpE/s72-c/2008_08_08_3503125808G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2016215904414934119.post-3893829798767440962</id><published>2009-09-19T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:33:26.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LAÇOS DE SANGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SrVOBJGHuCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e86AFfBD2OE/s1600-h/gabriel+revelar+agora+(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383294711119722530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oxi2iwRT0ZY/SrVOBJGHuCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e86AFfBD2OE/s400/gabriel+revelar+agora+(26).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você foi feito de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Da minha carne,&lt;br /&gt;Do meu sangue.&lt;br /&gt;No instante em que você nasceu,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Nas suas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Na sua beleza incontida,&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus passos imprecisos,&lt;br /&gt;No seu caminho desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi em seus passos,&lt;br /&gt;Em seus braços e abraços,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perdi no seu sorriso enigmático,&lt;br /&gt;No seu silencio hermético,&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus traços&lt;br /&gt;Acorrentados nos meus,&lt;br /&gt;Na sua essência&lt;br /&gt;Que sou eu,&lt;br /&gt;Na minha consciência&lt;br /&gt;Que é você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Rodrigues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://vanessacabofrio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

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