<?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-26991081</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:43:30.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pausa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-5533133515282383990</id><published>2009-10-26T04:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T04:20:11.502-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pausa. também faz parte da música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-5533133515282383990?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5533133515282383990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5533133515282383990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/10/pausa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-1128244839863887470</id><published>2009-10-12T18:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:39:56.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já não sabia se vivo ou morto..&lt;br /&gt;naqueles dias, parecia não existir.&lt;br /&gt;sua voz era abafada por longos silêncios.&lt;br /&gt;sua importância reduzida aos bom-dias.&lt;br /&gt;Não havia toque. Não havia olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Havia apenas ideias e solidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-1128244839863887470?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/1128244839863887470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/1128244839863887470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/10/ja-nao-sabia-se-vivo-ou-morto.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-2369751767081424622</id><published>2009-10-08T01:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:07:20.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só resta-me o amor&lt;br /&gt;apenas ele é constante&lt;br /&gt;só resta-me a certeza rara&lt;br /&gt;Já não é chama nem brasa&lt;br /&gt;nem o que era ou seria&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me apenas o que sobra&lt;br /&gt;e me guia.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a beleza é vasta&lt;br /&gt;e o olhar turvo&lt;br /&gt;a esperança balança&lt;br /&gt;a certeza escassa&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que resta, é amor puro.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo&lt;br /&gt;O que resta é água&lt;br /&gt;Depois da curva&lt;br /&gt;O que resta é sangue&lt;br /&gt;A luta diária é o amor sem amarras&lt;br /&gt;o amor que enxerga,&lt;br /&gt;e ainda assim, persiste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-2369751767081424622?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/2369751767081424622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/2369751767081424622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-resta-me-o-amor-apenas-ele-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-3348893607983625775</id><published>2009-10-07T02:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:35:03.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A morte&lt;br /&gt;Na data cabida,&lt;br /&gt;O antigo terno engomado,&lt;br /&gt;Um poema jamais publicado,&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção jamais ouvida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-3348893607983625775?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3348893607983625775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3348893607983625775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/10/morte-na-data-cabida-o-antigo-terno.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-574823488947492660</id><published>2009-10-03T01:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:41:09.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem divaga sabe&lt;br /&gt;As palavras fogem&lt;br /&gt;Laço-as&lt;br /&gt;E as trago pra cá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-574823488947492660?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/574823488947492660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/574823488947492660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-divaga-sabe-as-palavras-fogem-laco.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-3588880251435752774</id><published>2009-09-17T20:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:27:14.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>faz tempo, gosto de ti&lt;br /&gt;teus olhos a perderem-se no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;e eu já gostava de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-3588880251435752774?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3588880251435752774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3588880251435752774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/09/faz-tempo-gosto-de-ti-teus-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-2042582223297399914</id><published>2009-09-02T23:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:00:58.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aos pés do Danúbio&lt;br /&gt;Declaraste teu medo&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Teu segredo&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo da lua&lt;br /&gt;Outra lágrima tua&lt;br /&gt;E o rio a passar&lt;br /&gt;Um gole e outro&lt;br /&gt;Mais abraço e má sorte&lt;br /&gt;Aos pés do Danúbio&lt;br /&gt;Abandonaste-me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-2042582223297399914?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/2042582223297399914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/2042582223297399914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/09/aos-pes-do-danubio-declaraste-teu-medo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-6726028745851330712</id><published>2009-08-23T18:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:44:24.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>que levem as horas as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;que renovem o pensamento os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;que palavras não dizem sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;que palavras voam com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que levem, então, as palavras o vento.&lt;br /&gt;que renovem os pensamentos os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;que as horas não gastam sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;que palavras são contra-tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-6726028745851330712?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6726028745851330712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6726028745851330712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-levem-as-horas-as-palavras-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7371602890651607710</id><published>2009-07-24T01:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:21:43.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>queria gritar&lt;div&gt;o vento calou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a chuva fina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meus lábios beijou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estava a falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o tempo fechou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;já vem abraçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que restou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estava a pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pássaro levou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bela menina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o fim não chegou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;falei em amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o ar me faltou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paixão desatina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só recomeçou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7371602890651607710?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7371602890651607710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7371602890651607710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/07/queria-gritar-o-vento-calou-chuva-fina.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-94941230932762332</id><published>2009-07-08T01:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:59:45.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Danço num ritmo diverso do teu&lt;br /&gt;estou sempre a pisar-te o pé, e tu o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e sigo as guitarras&lt;br /&gt;e tu andas como as fanfarras&lt;br /&gt;A fanfarronear pela avenida&lt;br /&gt;Com pompa, seguindo tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Danço num ritmo lento&lt;br /&gt;e tu danças parado&lt;br /&gt;Ando para frente&lt;br /&gt;Tu voltas pro outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuamos nossa dança&lt;br /&gt;Aguardamos na esperança&lt;br /&gt;de que nenhum ritmo seja errado&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que a próxima banda&lt;br /&gt;tenha músicos melhor afinados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-94941230932762332?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/94941230932762332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/94941230932762332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/07/danco-num-ritmo-diverso-do-teu-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-5135466209863934521</id><published>2009-07-03T22:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:01:27.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia hás-de vir ao meu recinto.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui encontrarás meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Se sentares aqui, onde agora estou, verás o Douro, uma quadra de São João recém chegada, e um dos mapas de casa: O Porto.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia hás-de vir cá. Ver a foto na secretária, com os sorrisos de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia hei-de mostrar-te: As fadistas a fazer festa nas paredes, ao lado dos índios Piaçangueras.&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo de fazer piada.&lt;br /&gt;Tinhas razão. Sou de cá e sou daí.&lt;br /&gt;Sou memória, e és parte.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia hás-de saber..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-5135466209863934521?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5135466209863934521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5135466209863934521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-dia-has-de-vir-ao-meu-recinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-898987043754187516</id><published>2009-05-26T02:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:31:03.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A força é farsa&lt;br /&gt;Disfarço&lt;br /&gt;Senhora para prantos&lt;br /&gt;A farsa é forte&lt;br /&gt;A força é crua&lt;br /&gt;Disfarçada de dor&lt;br /&gt;do outro lado da rua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-898987043754187516?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/898987043754187516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/898987043754187516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/05/forca-e-farsa-disfarco-senhora-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-5036447914986642921</id><published>2009-05-15T01:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:04:11.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seria mesmo toda a leveza..&lt;br /&gt;Insustentável?&lt;br /&gt;O poema leve&lt;br /&gt;levado pelo vento ao teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Seria irremediavelmente a leveza..&lt;br /&gt;Instável?&lt;br /&gt;O coração leve&lt;br /&gt;levado pelo vento ao teu leito&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu maleável&lt;br /&gt;por deixar ser leve o pensamento?&lt;br /&gt;Busco a leveza do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Te encontro e te levo. Está feito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-5036447914986642921?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5036447914986642921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5036447914986642921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/05/seria-mesmo-toda-leveza.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-3609910202391549929</id><published>2009-05-15T01:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:49:56.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dá-me cá um gole&lt;br /&gt;deste teu sabor tinto&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me cá a tinta&lt;br /&gt;que colore nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me cá o beijo&lt;br /&gt;de vinho rosso seco&lt;br /&gt;Seca esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;que já não foi embora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-3609910202391549929?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3609910202391549929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3609910202391549929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-me-ca-um-gole-deste-teu-sabor-tinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-644639595004641886</id><published>2009-05-05T04:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:32:27.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não precisar de ti&lt;br /&gt;É estar livre para querer-te.&lt;br /&gt;Estar só&lt;br /&gt;É estar livre para escolher-te&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ser..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-644639595004641886?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/644639595004641886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/644639595004641886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-precisar-de-ti-e-estar-livre-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7166141557207653933</id><published>2009-03-02T04:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:02:47.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>solitariedade&lt;br /&gt;e algo diz-me que não vai passar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7166141557207653933?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7166141557207653933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7166141557207653933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/03/solitariedade-essa-e-minha-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-3715035550926650351</id><published>2009-03-02T04:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:57:59.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iludo-me&lt;br /&gt;Ludibrio-me com as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Um lapso relevante&lt;br /&gt;Um prolapso fulminante&lt;br /&gt;Não páro.&lt;br /&gt;Respiro esperança&lt;br /&gt;Num último cigarro.&lt;br /&gt;Um trago de lucidez&lt;br /&gt;delírios da embriaguez.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei.&lt;br /&gt;Peço às palavras que me levem&lt;br /&gt;deixem-me longe da sanidade&lt;br /&gt;mesquinha e absurda.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a ilusão ser minha companhia&lt;br /&gt;a me tirar de aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-3715035550926650351?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3715035550926650351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3715035550926650351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/03/iludo-me-ludibrio-me-com-as-palavras-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-5771989858912866337</id><published>2009-03-02T04:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:53:37.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só busco a gota d'água que me levará de volta a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Só busco a faísca que me levará ao incendio de minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Só busco os restos que ainda contam quem sou&lt;br /&gt;E sou isso&lt;br /&gt;Sou nada a espera da história que não consigo escrever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-5771989858912866337?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5771989858912866337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5771989858912866337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-busco-gota-dagua-que-me-levara-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7721028151038308529</id><published>2009-03-02T04:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:02:25.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>queremos sangue&lt;br /&gt;um final artístico&lt;br /&gt;mítico&lt;br /&gt;módico.&lt;br /&gt;final periódico&lt;br /&gt;cíclico&lt;br /&gt;um artifício.&lt;br /&gt;queremos ódio&lt;br /&gt;um motivo célebre&lt;br /&gt;nobre&lt;br /&gt;justo.&lt;br /&gt;motivo indispensável&lt;br /&gt;puro&lt;br /&gt;memorável&lt;br /&gt;Grande resolução&lt;br /&gt;Recapitulação.&lt;br /&gt;Edição.&lt;br /&gt;Corte&lt;br /&gt;E é fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7721028151038308529?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7721028151038308529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7721028151038308529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/03/queremos-sangue-um-final-artitsico.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-439847989010192718</id><published>2009-03-02T04:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:42:52.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Propício.&lt;br /&gt;Frente ao precipício, Romeo and Juliet. Op. 64. Prokofiev.&lt;br /&gt;Pílulas de ódio.&lt;br /&gt;Só falta-me motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou segura de que me trará o melhor deles.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-o.&lt;br /&gt;Memórias.&lt;br /&gt;Quero as piores e mais ultrajantes.&lt;br /&gt;Ajude-me.&lt;br /&gt;Humilhação, auto-piedade, desprezo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, que boa lista temos.&lt;br /&gt;É bom não esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Já sabemos que esta noite vamos ambos morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Que o veneno seja o fel.&lt;br /&gt;Que comece já.&lt;br /&gt;O fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-439847989010192718?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/439847989010192718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/439847989010192718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/03/propicio.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7661104701365534575</id><published>2009-02-21T02:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:39:06.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorte dos que arriscam&lt;br /&gt;Que riscam itens de suas listas&lt;br /&gt;Que sentem o medo a dar-lhes fôlego&lt;br /&gt;e o amor a queimar-lhes a gengiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorte dos que desejam&lt;br /&gt;Que despejam a alma ante o não&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do que busca o coração&lt;br /&gt;e da vida que lhes escapa às mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorte dos que tem sorte&lt;br /&gt;Que fogem da sombra da morte&lt;br /&gt;Que matam as sedes e as urgências&lt;br /&gt;e não as deixam assombrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorte dos que escutam o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Ssaciam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e sobrevivem ao caos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada tem a ver com sorte.&lt;br /&gt;Sábios!&lt;br /&gt;Sábios aqueles que sabem&lt;br /&gt;Que com a sorte não podem contar.&lt;br /&gt;Que com a vida caminham&lt;br /&gt;com astúcia no olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios aqueles que arriscam&lt;br /&gt;Prontos para tudo e pro nada&lt;br /&gt;sem pestanejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios aqueles que amam&lt;br /&gt;Que escutam os pássaros&lt;br /&gt;a ensinar a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios aqueles que sabem&lt;br /&gt;que o amor é urgencia,&lt;br /&gt;é corpo e demência&lt;br /&gt;e sabe bem saciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios..&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria..&lt;br /&gt;Nada tem a ver com isso!&lt;br /&gt;Isso é vida.&lt;br /&gt;E a vida não pode esperar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7661104701365534575?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7661104701365534575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7661104701365534575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorte-dos-que-arriscam-que-riscam-itens.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7494696198765165081</id><published>2009-01-30T01:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:23:59.678-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque não estás aqui enquanto danço para ti&lt;br /&gt;A pensar que poderias desenhar tua história em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;com nanquin e suor&lt;br /&gt;Porque estás longe, enquanto rodopio em tua memória&lt;br /&gt;branca e nua, a espera de um abraço&lt;br /&gt;Porque sinto a presença pulsante de tua falta&lt;br /&gt;E sinto a falta de teu toque&lt;br /&gt;Danço&lt;br /&gt;Porque não podes me ver&lt;br /&gt;E cheirar meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Porque se abrires os olhos&lt;br /&gt;A realidade ainda está lá&lt;br /&gt;Porque adormeço e me apaixono&lt;br /&gt;Um dia e outro, outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Porque acordo e não abandono&lt;br /&gt;Danço&lt;br /&gt;Rodopio em tua memória&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Porque vens me visitar&lt;br /&gt;Em meus sonhos, em meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Porque rodopias em minhas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Porque dás voltas em meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7494696198765165081?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7494696198765165081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7494696198765165081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2009/01/porque-nao-estas-aqui-enquanto-danco.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7480743023201901819</id><published>2009-01-16T23:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:28:15.607-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O gato não subia o muro.&lt;br /&gt;Agora já sobe.&lt;br /&gt;A pequena já corre.&lt;br /&gt;A miúda já namora.&lt;br /&gt;Crescer às vezes machuca.&lt;br /&gt;Já não me socorres.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada curva, vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Parte de mim já morre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7480743023201901819?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7480743023201901819'/><link 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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dizer-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que quero &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esquecer-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disseste-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esqueças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Já não posso &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esquecer-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esqueço-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que um dia &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disseram-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esqueças-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que um dia quase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esqueci-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-2857008441480232110?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/2857008441480232110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/2857008441480232110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/12/dizem-me-esqueas-te-e-esqueo-me-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-4551242654176590457</id><published>2008-11-19T00:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:01:20.676-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um soneto meio manco,&lt;br /&gt;uma sonata ingrata,&lt;br /&gt;um poema de rabisco,&lt;br /&gt;uma música inacabada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um livro a faltar páginas,&lt;br /&gt;uma história mal contada,&lt;br /&gt;uma piada sem ritmo,&lt;br /&gt;uma espiral ligada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo assim desconexo..&lt;br /&gt;grande falta de léxico&lt;br /&gt;mal expressando meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo assim taxativo..&lt;br /&gt;não há mesmo destino&lt;br /&gt;que se possa escrever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-4551242654176590457?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/4551242654176590457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/4551242654176590457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-soneto-meio-manco-uma-sonata-ingrata.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-1531076866915419866</id><published>2008-11-17T01:35:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:01:09.675-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>preencha-me com seu nada&lt;br /&gt;inunde o mundo com teu vazio.&lt;br /&gt;é só mais uma madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;mais um copo, um gato vadio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preencha-me com tua dor&lt;br /&gt;estrague o mundo com tua risada&lt;br /&gt;é só um gole de rancor&lt;br /&gt;numa nova caminhada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-1531076866915419866?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/1531076866915419866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/1531076866915419866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/11/desvarios.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-2241674844772725570</id><published>2008-11-11T23:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:33:56.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o beijo sabia ao primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;o trem.&lt;br /&gt;as mãos trêmulas.&lt;br /&gt;o fiscal e o ticket assinado.&lt;br /&gt;a dor fingia ser a última.&lt;br /&gt;o vento.&lt;br /&gt;o por-do-sol.&lt;br /&gt;a paisagem a ficar pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;o tempo continua a passar.&lt;br /&gt;e os trens.&lt;br /&gt;e os beijos.&lt;br /&gt;e as dores continuam a chegar.&lt;br /&gt;e as mãos.&lt;br /&gt;e as paisagens.&lt;br /&gt;adormeço nesta lembrança..&lt;br /&gt;mais um dia, outra hora.&lt;br /&gt;outrora nossa, agora minha&lt;br /&gt;esperança.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-2241674844772725570?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/2241674844772725570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/2241674844772725570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-beijo-sabia-ao-primeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-97927508319710178</id><published>2008-10-29T22:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:00:53.449-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guardo em mim o oceano&lt;br /&gt;ansia insana de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;sinto o som, a melodia,&lt;br /&gt;que vem do lado de lá.&lt;br /&gt;qual distância, qual tamanho&lt;br /&gt;que nos fará separar&lt;br /&gt;é só água, sal e vida&lt;br /&gt;este nosso imenso mar&lt;br /&gt;por mar vieram, foram, e tantos&lt;br /&gt;tantas histórias a contar&lt;br /&gt;e o oceano, sal, traz prantos&lt;br /&gt;que alimentam os sonhos de cá&lt;br /&gt;guardo o mar, o céu e a lua&lt;br /&gt;pedra branca a me guiar&lt;br /&gt;sinto o som, a falta, a música&lt;br /&gt;sal da lágrima a rolar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-97927508319710178?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/97927508319710178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/97927508319710178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/10/guardo-em-mim-o-oceano-ansia-insana-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-6056132409874393380</id><published>2008-10-15T22:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:47:16.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tu és minha luta adiada&lt;br /&gt;a procrastinação de minha insanidade&lt;br /&gt;o meu atraso mental.&lt;br /&gt;és meu sonho de morte&lt;br /&gt;a dor em um corte&lt;br /&gt;meu sofrimento ideal&lt;br /&gt;tu és a consciencia doente&lt;br /&gt;um amor demente&lt;br /&gt;a semente de meu mal&lt;br /&gt;és a última batalha&lt;br /&gt;o fio da navalha&lt;br /&gt;em um dia infernal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-6056132409874393380?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6056132409874393380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6056132409874393380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/10/tu-s-minha-luta-adiada-procrastinao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-371058327407904922</id><published>2008-10-01T15:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:34:44.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>venhas tu&lt;br /&gt;se puderes&lt;br /&gt;venhas tu&lt;br /&gt;se quiseres&lt;br /&gt;quero estar&lt;br /&gt;até quando?&lt;br /&gt;quero estar&lt;br /&gt;no teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;venhas ser&lt;br /&gt;sempre perto&lt;br /&gt;venhas estar&lt;br /&gt;sempre meu&lt;br /&gt;venhas crer&lt;br /&gt;na alegria&lt;br /&gt;venhas ser&lt;br /&gt;felicidade&lt;br /&gt;venhas tu&lt;br /&gt;quando vens?&lt;br /&gt;venhas tu&lt;br /&gt;podes já?&lt;br /&gt;venhas cá&lt;br /&gt;sempre juntos&lt;br /&gt;a cantar&lt;br /&gt;a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;venhas bem&lt;br /&gt;venhas contente&lt;br /&gt;venhas meu&lt;br /&gt;ser confidente&lt;br /&gt;venhas lá&lt;br /&gt;daqui e dentro&lt;br /&gt;venhas diz&lt;br /&gt;estou  a  chegar&lt;br /&gt;venhas, vou&lt;br /&gt;à minha janela&lt;br /&gt;venhas, sim&lt;br /&gt;vou te esperar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-371058327407904922?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/371058327407904922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/371058327407904922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/10/venhas-tu-se-puderes-venhas-tu-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7495735549027390690</id><published>2008-10-01T03:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:12:47.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>devolva-me&lt;br /&gt;devolva-me a mim&lt;br /&gt;de-me o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;as horas&lt;br /&gt;as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;devolva-me até o que já acabou&lt;br /&gt;de-me o resto&lt;br /&gt;devolva-me presto&lt;br /&gt;deixe-me ser o que sobrou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7495735549027390690?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7495735549027390690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7495735549027390690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/10/devolva-me-devolva-me-mim-de-me-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7563429986111566956</id><published>2008-09-23T14:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:58:54.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>já vai&lt;br /&gt;já vou&lt;br /&gt;já estou a ir&lt;br /&gt;a ganhar as horas&lt;br /&gt;que ha pouco perdi&lt;br /&gt;a fazer andar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;a andar com o vento&lt;br /&gt;praí&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7563429986111566956?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7563429986111566956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7563429986111566956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/09/j-vai-j-vou-j-estou-ir-ganhar-as-horas.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-6980165807073319353</id><published>2008-08-22T21:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:43:54.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A dor instalou-se no peito como veneno.&lt;br /&gt;De um agudo profundo, espalhou-se nas veias&lt;br /&gt;Tornou negro o sangue que nelas correm&lt;br /&gt;A dor veio em flecha, de longe e certeira.&lt;br /&gt;Zarabatana do amor vencido.&lt;br /&gt;Faz pulsar vagarosamento o peito.&lt;br /&gt;Faz perder o ritmo da respiração.&lt;br /&gt;A dor mata-me aos poucos,&lt;br /&gt;a cada suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;a cada verso.&lt;br /&gt;hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-6980165807073319353?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6980165807073319353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6980165807073319353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/08/dor-instalou-se-no-peito-como-veneno.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-8103252110674107780</id><published>2008-08-20T08:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:58:37.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tristeza densa que tira o sono&lt;br /&gt;saudades frias que dão cansaço&lt;br /&gt;os olhos já doem ao ver o sol.&lt;br /&gt;a boca amarga ao gole d'água.&lt;br /&gt;a alma azeda nos dias quentes em que o tempo não passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero, deitada em areia fina, a noite em que a lua chegue&lt;br /&gt;e me leve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-8103252110674107780?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8103252110674107780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8103252110674107780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/08/tristeza-densa-que-tira-o-sono-saudades.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-8924952139167476871</id><published>2008-08-15T18:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:04:20.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As botas estão rotas, após tão longo caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;As roupas desbotadas, as unhas desgastadas, os cabelos desgranhados.&lt;br /&gt;A pele brilha mais. o sorriso vale mais. os olhos percebem mais.&lt;br /&gt;O coração, a recompor-se entre pedaços de fita-cola e remendos de superbonder, bate cada dia mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo curto, que faz a vida saber longa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-8924952139167476871?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8924952139167476871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8924952139167476871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-botas-esto-rotas-aps-to-longo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7048695124896423462</id><published>2008-07-16T18:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:41:49.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a dança e a roda..&lt;br /&gt;e a menina gira..&lt;br /&gt;no ritmo desta dança&lt;br /&gt;ela gira solta..&lt;br /&gt;rodopia em meu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;me dá a volta..&lt;br /&gt;e de repente só, sou pouca,&lt;br /&gt;a procura de meu par.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7048695124896423462?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7048695124896423462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7048695124896423462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/07/dana-e-roda.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-4743818819934602952</id><published>2008-07-02T21:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:22:52.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gostava de dar-te o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ganhar-te em recompensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mover as notas da música,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preencher-te de presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter-te perto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre meu, sempre certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mover-te em minha dança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossos sons e doces gestos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faria tudo e mais, se fosses pauta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não acidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ver-te livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das claves que a ti prendem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocar-te em um compasso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passo a passo, tempo a tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que uníssemo-nos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;em uníssono, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;num ritmo lento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não podes, já não posso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;confesso-te o segredo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de pares e parceiros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;música, músico. Sons e canção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silencio e melodia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ritmo ao bater o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-4743818819934602952?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/4743818819934602952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/4743818819934602952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/07/gostava-de-dar-te-o-mundo-e-ganhar-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7222128292443468682</id><published>2008-07-02T21:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:39:21.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pulsa. está no sangue.&lt;br /&gt;está a correr nas veias.&lt;br /&gt;está no hálito, na respiração.&lt;br /&gt;faz parte do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;escorre. fluido doce.&lt;br /&gt;está a correr pela face.&lt;br /&gt;a secar o coração.&lt;br /&gt;faz parte do que serei.&lt;br /&gt;ilumina. alegre e calma.&lt;br /&gt;esteve a trazer sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;ao mundo compor canção.&lt;br /&gt;faz parte do que fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se é parte e não todo&lt;br /&gt;faz-me incompleta em tua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;se deixo-te tornar todo e não parte.&lt;br /&gt;faz-me ausente em tua presença.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7222128292443468682?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7222128292443468682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7222128292443468682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/07/pulsa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-3282527346420234694</id><published>2008-07-02T21:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:40:41.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a paz que trago&lt;br /&gt;é a de não haver agora espera pelo adeus&lt;br /&gt;é a de não haver mais esperança&lt;br /&gt;apenas as doces memórias da vida&lt;br /&gt;e de teus doces beijos, a lembrança.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-3282527346420234694?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3282527346420234694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3282527346420234694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/07/paz-que-trago-de-nao-haver-agora-espera.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-5000672755829650476</id><published>2008-07-02T21:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:40:12.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o coração já magoado&lt;br /&gt;por tantas esperas e despedidas&lt;br /&gt;pelos despedaços e desencontros&lt;br /&gt;não quer mais.. não quer que doa, jamais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-5000672755829650476?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5000672755829650476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5000672755829650476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-coraao-j-magoado-por-tantas-esperas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-8166743590060033581</id><published>2008-07-02T21:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:41:04.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o amor que tu me destes&lt;br /&gt;está guardado e é só meu&lt;br /&gt;o amor que a ti guardo&lt;br /&gt;está disposto a ser só teu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-8166743590060033581?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8166743590060033581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8166743590060033581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-amor-que-tu-me-destes-est-guardado-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-1833426542817308520</id><published>2008-04-15T20:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:25:13.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quebrada, perdida.&lt;br /&gt;aviltada, moída.&lt;br /&gt;Por onde anda minha razão?&lt;br /&gt;Por onde anda...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em por ques&lt;br /&gt;em nãos, em querer..&lt;br /&gt;Perdida e quebrada.&lt;br /&gt;Acabada e sentida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moída por fora,&lt;br /&gt;por dentro e agora&lt;br /&gt;de tanto pensar&lt;br /&gt;e nada encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto sentir&lt;br /&gt;e não ver retribuir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em mim&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está minha razão..?&lt;br /&gt;Onde anda você?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-1833426542817308520?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/1833426542817308520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/1833426542817308520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/04/quebrada-perdida.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-8198681928221532780</id><published>2008-04-05T12:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:02:13.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as saudades vêm à porta.&lt;br /&gt;não, não deixo entrar..&lt;br /&gt;feliz ou triste, não me importa..&lt;br /&gt;em ti não quero pensar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-8198681928221532780?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8198681928221532780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8198681928221532780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-saudades-vm-porta.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-3550193441683520826</id><published>2008-02-05T01:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:55:38.131-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Penso sobre o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Penso sobre o que penso.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto sobre o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto sobre o que penso.&lt;br /&gt;e ainda assim, não dá em nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-3550193441683520826?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3550193441683520826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3550193441683520826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/02/penso-sobre-o-que-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-5817024152958412020</id><published>2008-02-03T21:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:20:32.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Palavras&lt;br /&gt;que não ditas&lt;br /&gt;sufocam&lt;br /&gt;que malditas&lt;br /&gt;machucam&lt;br /&gt;que benditas&lt;br /&gt;nos salvam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras escondidas na sombra de teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;vêm me contar, vêm me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Não é tempo de se jogar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há muito o que aprender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-5817024152958412020?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5817024152958412020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5817024152958412020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/02/palavras-que-no-ditas-sufocam-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7364971437395188036</id><published>2008-01-30T01:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:50:46.675-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>na escuridão de meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na imensidão de meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no abismo de minhas dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me perco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7364971437395188036?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7364971437395188036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7364971437395188036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2008/01/na-escurido-de-meus-pensamentos-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-9175083260879549406</id><published>2007-12-19T01:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T03:49:44.825-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elas dançam entre as linhas&lt;br /&gt;e elas pulam as pautas&lt;br /&gt;cantam conforme o desenho&lt;br /&gt;desenham conforme o tom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-9175083260879549406?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/9175083260879549406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/9175083260879549406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/12/elas-danam-entre-as-linhas-e-elas-pulam.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-1671458289067797951</id><published>2007-12-18T03:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T03:22:39.176-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dias cheios de batalhas.&lt;br /&gt;frias, sangrentas, odientas.&lt;br /&gt;dias cheios de adeus.&lt;br /&gt;tristes, sangrentos, sem esperança.&lt;br /&gt;dias de tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;revoltas, violentas e devastadoras.&lt;br /&gt;dias belos, difíceis e solitários.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-1671458289067797951?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/1671458289067797951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/1671458289067797951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/12/dias-cheios-de-batalhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-3661310886422499095</id><published>2007-12-03T22:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:32:03.421-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentir o peito rasgando.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos sangrando.&lt;br /&gt;A respiração cessando.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os joelhos dobrarem.&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas rolarem.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos fecharem.&lt;br /&gt;E os braços em movimentos vagos&lt;br /&gt;em busca de teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;E as mãos te procurando em vão,&lt;br /&gt;sem saber, separação.&lt;br /&gt;E a boca, amarga de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;selada, calando a verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-3661310886422499095?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3661310886422499095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3661310886422499095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/12/sentir-o-peito-rasgando.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-8788175958698454808</id><published>2007-11-28T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:47:12.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em meio a essa confusão,&lt;br /&gt;me perco em seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;em sua alegria e perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;Em meia a essa saudade,&lt;br /&gt;me encontro em suas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;lembranças, verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-8788175958698454808?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8788175958698454808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8788175958698454808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/em-meio-essa-confuso-me-perco-em-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-8155734626374232084</id><published>2007-11-26T02:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:08:46.176-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não me deixe, meu querido,&lt;br /&gt;esquecida neste canto escuro.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é sujo, feio, e tenho calafrios.&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe, meu querido,&lt;br /&gt;esquecer. Estou a espera de que venhas me ver.&lt;br /&gt;Não me abandones, meu querido,&lt;br /&gt;nessa nefasta escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Me aperta o peito, me dói o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Não largue minha mão, querido.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dela para levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma boneca quebrada, sem forças para andar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-8155734626374232084?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8155734626374232084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8155734626374232084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-me-deixe-meu-querido-esquecida-neste.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-4189473492583573504</id><published>2007-10-23T22:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:56:06.884-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>repentinamente, subitamente, vorazmente, infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;e não acaba.&lt;br /&gt;e não começa.&lt;br /&gt;e vai embora.&lt;br /&gt;em muito má hora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-4189473492583573504?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/4189473492583573504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/4189473492583573504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/repentinamente-subitamente-vorazmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-6833838858870640312</id><published>2007-10-09T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:44:49.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>naquela noite, fiz dos teus olhos meu guia&lt;br /&gt;fiz da madrugada minha companheira e das lágrimas minha&lt;br /&gt;verdadeira confissão.&lt;br /&gt;naquela noite, encontrei em teus olhos a verdade que pairava escondida,&lt;br /&gt;fazendo noite em meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-6833838858870640312?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6833838858870640312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6833838858870640312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/naquela-noite-fiz-dos-teus-olhos-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-4172874913147778467</id><published>2007-10-09T01:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:36:33.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A ela demais prometeram&lt;br /&gt;nada jamais cumpriram.&lt;br /&gt;A ela, todas as palavras belas,&lt;br /&gt;nada, nem margaridas nem camélias.&lt;br /&gt;A esta moça, um futuro grandioso.&lt;br /&gt;nada, nem um sorriso preguiçoso&lt;br /&gt;A esta moça, um amor sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;nada, nem rosas nem jasmim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-4172874913147778467?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/4172874913147778467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/4172874913147778467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/10/ela-demais-prometeram-nada-jamais.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-8886557954177175716</id><published>2007-08-11T01:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:37:20.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tem dias em que simplesmente não.&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero, não te amo, não te pego a mão.&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias em que simplesmente quero.&lt;br /&gt;Não espero, não te peço, me desespero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-8886557954177175716?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8886557954177175716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/8886557954177175716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/08/tem-dias-em-que-simplesmente-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-929205976881924918</id><published>2007-07-02T18:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:39:11.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah..&lt;br /&gt;perto de ti, uma vida só é pouco.&lt;br /&gt;todo tempo é curto,&lt;br /&gt;toda prosa é longa.&lt;br /&gt;todo sentimento profundo,&lt;br /&gt;toda a existência..&lt;br /&gt;( ) inexistente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-929205976881924918?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/929205976881924918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/929205976881924918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-5311900413829011704</id><published>2007-06-29T10:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:17:11.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me despeço, e vou.&lt;br /&gt;Me despedaço, adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Me desperdiço, em braços seus.&lt;br /&gt;Me desespero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-5311900413829011704?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5311900413829011704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/5311900413829011704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-despeo-e-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-3912414848041165294</id><published>2007-03-13T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:17:01.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vazio&lt;br /&gt;vazia é a cama em que durmo&lt;br /&gt;vazio é o prato em que como&lt;br /&gt;o sonho que alimento com vazio, se enche e cresce. vazio.&lt;br /&gt;vazias as horas que passam&lt;br /&gt;e os dias que chegam.&lt;br /&gt;vazio é meu pensamento, que alimento de planos. vazios.&lt;br /&gt;vazio o sorriso que esboço, quando vem a lembrança vazia&lt;br /&gt;deste sentimento que guardo. vazio.&lt;br /&gt;vazia&lt;br /&gt;hoje me sinto não sentindo nada além de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-3912414848041165294?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3912414848041165294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/3912414848041165294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/03/vazio-vazia-cama-em-que-durmo-vazio-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-7114012906411138086</id><published>2007-02-21T17:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:11:06.118-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu quero falar, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Saber o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Quero falar, sem pavor.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber, meu amor, se sou&lt;br /&gt;seu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-7114012906411138086?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7114012906411138086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/7114012906411138086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu-quero-falar-meu-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-564072812345129882</id><published>2007-02-21T17:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:04:46.260-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já te amei de doer.&lt;br /&gt;Já quis não te querer&lt;br /&gt;Hoje com gosto te quero,&lt;br /&gt;gosto de ti com prazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-564072812345129882?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/564072812345129882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/564072812345129882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/02/j-te-amei-de-doer.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-6421606309964549747</id><published>2007-01-05T15:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:42:41.692-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De um sorriso alegre de criança fez-se a lágrima mais bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-te nos olhos e vi felicidade infinita.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te perto, longe, nessa vida ou naquela.&lt;br /&gt;Que perto de ti, toda alegria é mais bela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-6421606309964549747?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6421606309964549747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/6421606309964549747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2007/01/de-um-sorriso-alegre-de-criana-fez-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-116388640533011091</id><published>2006-11-18T19:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:48:29.286-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saudoso coração. amado coração do qual tão pouco tenho. deste saúdo o amor que tive, e o carinho conquistado. e deste amor, que tão pouco espero, saúdo o tempo vivido, e o que ainda se faz vago.&lt;br /&gt;saudoso coração, amado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-116388640533011091?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116388640533011091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116388640533011091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/11/saudoso-corao.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-116164477683597577</id><published>2006-10-23T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:06:16.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acontece assim..&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a gente acorda e sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Sem aflições, medos ou preocupações.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente sabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-116164477683597577?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116164477683597577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116164477683597577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/10/acontece-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-116138102172388960</id><published>2006-10-20T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:50:21.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obrigada&lt;br /&gt;Pelo seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Por seu respeito&lt;br /&gt;Por seu carinho e admiração.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada&lt;br /&gt;Pelos seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Por seus beijos doces&lt;br /&gt;Por cuidar bem de meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-116138102172388960?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116138102172388960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116138102172388960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/10/obrigada-pelo-seu-sorriso-por-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-116126948127758605</id><published>2006-10-19T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:51:21.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>único e último.&lt;br /&gt;único, mas não o último.&lt;br /&gt;único e último.&lt;br /&gt;único, mas não o último.&lt;br /&gt;tic.&lt;br /&gt;tac.&lt;br /&gt;bem-me-quer.&lt;br /&gt;mal-me-quer..&lt;br /&gt;bem-te-quero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-116126948127758605?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116126948127758605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116126948127758605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/10/nico-e-ltimo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-116009980670545464</id><published>2006-10-05T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:56:46.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me importa tanto tua amizade, que nem sabes.&lt;br /&gt;quero tanto tua alegria, que sonho.&lt;br /&gt;e amor cresce de tanto carinho, que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;pois certeza tenho de que o mereces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se importancia devida não dás, a tanto zelo.&lt;br /&gt;tristeza sentirei com a perda, latente.&lt;br /&gt;pois amigos quero sempre, contentes.&lt;br /&gt;e a esperança há de ouvir meu apelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de que um dia há de crer em mim, seguro.&lt;br /&gt;e das palavras há de fazer certa a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;esvaziando meu pranto e todo apuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais belos hão de ser os nossos dias.&lt;br /&gt;e ao permitir sinceridade, juro,&lt;br /&gt;viver longe de ti não caberia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-116009980670545464?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116009980670545464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/116009980670545464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-importa-tanto-tua-amizade-que-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115974381244826371</id><published>2006-10-01T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:03:32.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tem dias em que acordamos e nos damos conta de que perdemos algo que nos é caro, importante e quase indispensável.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez não foi o tempo esvaindo-se pelos ventos; foi você, desviando lentamente de meu sorriso, e sumindo de meu olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115974381244826371?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115974381244826371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115974381244826371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/10/tem-dias-em-que-acordamos-e-nos-damos.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115742379347252647</id><published>2006-09-04T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:36:33.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando descobri não estar só, estava tão só que tamanha descoberta mais falta ainda trouxe.&lt;br /&gt;Quando decidi não ser mais só, faltava tanto que nada mais faltava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115742379347252647?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115742379347252647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115742379347252647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/09/quando-descobri-no-estar-s-estava-to-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115526614000316099</id><published>2006-08-10T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:15:40.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a lágrima que em meu rosto escorre, é sua.&lt;br /&gt;essa lágrima que hora oportuna não escolhe, é toda sua.&lt;br /&gt;um presente de meu coração, que ao recordar de seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;não titubeia, fecha-me os olhos e põe-me a chorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115526614000316099?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115526614000316099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115526614000316099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/08/lgrima-que-em-meu-rosto-escorre-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115466299679233759</id><published>2006-08-04T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:43:16.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sem olhos para outros olhos, sem ouvidos para outra voz. por muito ainda assim há de ser. enquanto quiseres, tua serei, enquanto me amares, a ti amarei.&lt;br /&gt;sem idéias para outra vida, sem vida para outro alguém. por muito ainda assim há de ser. enquanto de mim lembrares, de ti lembrarei, enquanto por mim viveres, por ti viverei.&lt;br /&gt;sem espaço para outro amor, todo amor sendo só teu. por muito ainda assim há de ser. enquanto existires, a te amar, sendo tua, sendo meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115466299679233759?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115466299679233759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115466299679233759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/08/sem-olhos-para-outros-olhos-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115388234228377690</id><published>2006-07-25T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:54:09.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Levante o rosto, enxugue os olhos de suor e lágrimas; dê um sorriso, entre saliva e sangue; levante o rosto, me olhe e não te zangues. Encare a vida que te sobra e escapa, com tua cara esbranquiçada e suja, levante o corpo te pesa e falta, nesse momento de dor e tortura. Que cada gota de saliva imunda, misture-se ao teu porco sangue, amargando tua horrenda boca, que nada certo nunca proferiu. Que seu suor escorrendo em lágrimas, salgue cada ferimento aberto, devolvendo aos poucos e sempre a dor, que me deste ao estar por perto. E caso não morras deste ou outro mal, nem cedo ou rápido o bastante, lembre-se por muito tempo desse instante, em que revolta em fúria fiz pagar-me a vida que burramente roubaste de mim. Antes cuspir em seu rosto alguma alegria trouxesse, mas nada disso em minha garganta desce, gargalhando enquanto apodreces, ajoelhado em prantos, a sorrir assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115388234228377690?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115388234228377690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115388234228377690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/07/levante-o-rosto-enxugue-os-olhos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115363471969106952</id><published>2006-07-23T02:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T03:05:19.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quis, e de tanto querer, criei, e de tanto criar, cri, e de tanto crer, existi, e de tanto existir, gostei. e por tanto gostar, quis mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115363471969106952?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115363471969106952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115363471969106952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/07/quis-e-de-tanto-querer-criei-e-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115311788382701562</id><published>2006-07-17T03:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:31:23.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A luz, ofuscando-te os olhos, cega-te mais que a escuridão. A escuridão lentamente te acolhe, e aos poucos a cegueira se ameniza, e torna-se leve, confortável e contínua. A luz cega-te para sempre, e não permite jamais que enxergue as mais simples belezas em tua volta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115311788382701562?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115311788382701562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115311788382701562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/07/luz-ofuscando-te-os-olhos-cega-te-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115267104079289520</id><published>2006-07-11T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:24:00.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dia de paixão sem paixão.&lt;br /&gt;de saudades sem saudades.&lt;br /&gt;de você sem você.&lt;br /&gt;de palavras sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;dia de ausência e silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;shiii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115267104079289520?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115267104079289520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115267104079289520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/07/dia-de-paixo-sem-paixo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115231268805332987</id><published>2006-07-07T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:51:28.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me tiraste o medo do escuro:&lt;br /&gt;Abraçado, em braços meus, contou-me nada haver no escuro, além de beijos teus..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115231268805332987?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115231268805332987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115231268805332987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-tiraste-o-medo-do-escuro-abraado-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115153452394750043</id><published>2006-06-28T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:42:03.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Essa noite, sem saberes, dormi contigo. Fui buscar-te em teu travesseiro, e levei-te pro meu. Um sonho bonito, real, que fez-me acordar com os olhos molhados. Lágrimas de saudades, lágrimas de medo, lágrimas de dor, lágrimas de amor. Essa noite, vi teu rosto de carinho, seguido por teu rosto de medo e de tristeza. "gosto demais de ti, está vendo só?". Estou.. estou vendo. Só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115153452394750043?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115153452394750043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115153452394750043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/06/essa-noite-sem-saberes-dormi-contigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115137451845920403</id><published>2006-06-26T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:15:18.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>catapimba! a queda, o coice. o machado e a foice! e você se foi. catapumba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115137451845920403?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115137451845920403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115137451845920403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/06/catapimba-queda-o-coice.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115103305865843404</id><published>2006-06-23T01:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:24:18.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inspiração. transpiração. expiração. respiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e ele estava vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e então, eu sabia que eu também estaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;por longos minutos. viva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;respiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e eu adormeço ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115103305865843404?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115103305865843404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115103305865843404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/06/inspirao.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-115103205024098231</id><published>2006-06-23T00:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:07:30.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Partiu. com alegria e dor, sorri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E a cada dia em tua ausência, sinto a mais sincera saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E a cada dia em tua ausência, sinto a dor mesquinha e esgoísta de sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para sempre tua felicidade alegrará minha vida, e cortará ao meio minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para sempre teu sorriso guiará meus passos, e meus prantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque não sabes. Mas tu és minha minha força e minha razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque não sabes.. fraqueza minha foi dar a ti, em tua partida, pedaço de meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-115103205024098231?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115103205024098231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/115103205024098231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/06/partiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114895833811838003</id><published>2006-05-29T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:05:38.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E olhando para aquela ampulheta, entupida, nenhum grão mais descendo, quase pude crer que o tempo pudesse parar. O tempo ali, guardado. Dependendo de mim, e só de mim para voltar a andar. Um leve toque com os dedos, a fim de desentupir o estreito caminho dos segundos.. e pronto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114895833811838003?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114895833811838003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114895833811838003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-olhando-para-aquela-ampulheta.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114869663202023253</id><published>2006-05-26T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:23:52.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sonhador sonhando só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114869663202023253?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114869663202023253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114869663202023253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/sonhador-sonhando-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114865680502246419</id><published>2006-05-26T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:20:05.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e o mendigo, contando o tempo em seus centavos, pára, me olha com cara de sabido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me pergunta: ele não te faz feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e eu respondo: não, ele me faz melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114865680502246419?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114865680502246419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114865680502246419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-o-mendigo-contando-o-tempo-em-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114835555466577284</id><published>2006-05-23T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:39:14.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;após longa procura, sem ponto final, adormeço. triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;qual a lacuna, entre o que se diz e aquilo que se escuta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sutilezas. o que é dito durante cada silêncio? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pausa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;som. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;falhas, faltas, entrelinhas, entre-olhares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;percepção turva. onde começa o que e o que termina aonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;após longa tristeza, sem início, meio ou fim, procuro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114835555466577284?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114835555466577284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114835555466577284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/aps-longa-procura-sem-ponto-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114792375119839310</id><published>2006-05-18T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:42:31.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me perco na lembrança dos olhos teus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me perco em suas mãos e em seu jeito de dizer adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me encontro em seus lábios, suas lágrimas, seus cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fujo ouvindo seus gritos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meu pranto, seus apelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114792375119839310?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114792375119839310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114792375119839310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/me-perco-na-lembrana-dos-olhos-teus.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114792348906490215</id><published>2006-05-18T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:38:09.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando te vi senti a dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;              de encontrar um grande amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114792348906490215?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114792348906490215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114792348906490215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/quando-te-vi-senti-dor-de-encontrar-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114792266150570463</id><published>2006-05-18T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:24:21.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querer amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sentir a dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querer ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ter. Perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sentir você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114792266150570463?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114792266150570463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114792266150570463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114773983179200965</id><published>2006-05-15T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:37:11.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e essa paz. essa saudade calma.&lt;br /&gt;e esse passo aí, que demos então.&lt;br /&gt;é essa paz. essa saudade que acalma.&lt;br /&gt;passo pra frente, pra trás. passo juntos.&lt;br /&gt;em conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;e essa felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114773983179200965?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114773983179200965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114773983179200965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-essa-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114773955634670204</id><published>2006-05-15T22:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:32:36.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e é bonito sim&lt;br /&gt;poder dizer que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;poder contar de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;é importante. claro que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;te ouvir, te entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e ser feliz se der.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114773955634670204?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114773955634670204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114773955634670204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-bonito-sim-poder-dizer-que-no-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114766438389712858</id><published>2006-05-15T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:39:43.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walts Nº 6 in D Flat Major Op. 64/1 (Polka). Chopin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114766438389712858?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114766438389712858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114766438389712858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/walts-n-6-in-d-flat-major-op.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114714299488965710</id><published>2006-05-09T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:49:54.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e você escorre entre minhas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;te perco, te encontro. esqueço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e você é minha ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;te invento, te espero. desapareço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114714299488965710?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114714299488965710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114714299488965710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-voc-escorre-entre-minhas-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114649651194389708</id><published>2006-05-01T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:15:12.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando você se esconde, foge de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando você me esquece, diz que é o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu grito, eu choro, eu não acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu brigo e digo que por favor não esqueça, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não fuja, não desapareça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas se você chega, voltando, enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dizendo que ama, essas coisas assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu grito, eu choro, eu não acredito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu brigo que por favor esqueça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que fuja e desapareça, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas que não minta pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114649651194389708?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114649651194389708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114649651194389708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/05/quando-voc-se-esconde-foge-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114623269242546400</id><published>2006-04-28T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:58:12.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Selada a boca, um beijo, a palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Selado o sentimento, o ato, o zêlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acalanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o coração que cala o pranto perde o medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o amor, selando a vida, vira fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114623269242546400?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114623269242546400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114623269242546400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odefortheone.blogspot.com/2006/04/selada-boca-um-beijo-palavra-cala.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Voltolini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02653574122158913798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADbkvktx8m8/Ss1wpvjhflI/AAAAAAAACvw/0jRnEP2-7a8/S220/DSCF3473.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26991081.post-114614905788091498</id><published>2006-04-27T12:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:44:17.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pés presos ao chão.&lt;br /&gt;e vc é o único que me faz voar.&lt;br /&gt;cabeça leve. coração vazio.&lt;br /&gt;e vc é o único que me faz sentir.&lt;br /&gt;sono tranquilo. paz.&lt;br /&gt;e vc é o único que faz sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26991081-114614905788091498?l=odefortheone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26991081/posts/default/114614905788091498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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