<?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-5102296412639279873</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:59:20.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letras Insones</title><subtitle type='html'>- Remendadas palavras que nunca adormecem.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-3151238981155763224</id><published>2010-01-22T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:55:36.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/S1oB5n67MFI/AAAAAAAAANk/0_jLpgBKrbU/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429654390228856914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/S1oB5n67MFI/AAAAAAAAANk/0_jLpgBKrbU/s320/mar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naufrago em seus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;E surpreendo-me a todo momento,&lt;br /&gt;Submersa de encantos,&lt;br /&gt;Na imensidão desse sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um feitiço inigualável.&lt;br /&gt;Seu gosto... sua pele incandescente,&lt;br /&gt;Temperatura incontrolável,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo que consome o inconsciente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremo fascínio,&lt;br /&gt;Doce tentação.&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso, o silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Minha nova inspiração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calando minha timidez,&lt;br /&gt;Lapido todo esse carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-me sua de uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Me afogo nesse amorzinho!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-3151238981155763224?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/3151238981155763224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2010/01/naufrago-em-seus-labios.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/3151238981155763224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/3151238981155763224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2010/01/naufrago-em-seus-labios.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/S1oB5n67MFI/AAAAAAAAANk/0_jLpgBKrbU/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-4223492845983163278</id><published>2009-12-10T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:21:50.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflitos de semelhantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SyFJT40QSxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1i4o7GKom-g/s1600-h/0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413688833093946130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SyFJT40QSxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1i4o7GKom-g/s320/0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quebra de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Asquerosidade ensurdecedora.&lt;br /&gt;Envoltos na cortina da convicção,&lt;br /&gt;Afogam-se na fraqueza da emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assemelham a sinuosidade&lt;br /&gt;De sombras e imagens,&lt;br /&gt;A inertes espelhos de ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Arredios a imprecisa verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num áspero momento,&lt;br /&gt;Oscila habilmente,&lt;br /&gt;Uma surdez estática de reflexão,&lt;br /&gt;Nos pólos do subconsciente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-4223492845983163278?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/4223492845983163278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/12/conflitos-de-semelhantes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/4223492845983163278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/4223492845983163278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/12/conflitos-de-semelhantes.html' title='Conflitos de semelhantes'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SyFJT40QSxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1i4o7GKom-g/s72-c/0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-2994922600507237011</id><published>2009-10-26T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:16:55.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensação única e inusitada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SuZlz-2oFmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nhno2YUi8ww/s1600-h/o_amor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397113147169969762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SuZlz-2oFmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nhno2YUi8ww/s320/o_amor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi difícil me convencer&lt;br /&gt;De que eu estava prestes a me apaixonar...&lt;br /&gt;Fez meu corpo estremecer&lt;br /&gt;Ao me encontrar em seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso tímido, distinto,&lt;br /&gt;Charme sem igual.&lt;br /&gt;Bastou um único encontro&lt;br /&gt;Para ser fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu jeito de menino&lt;br /&gt;Despertou meu fascínio.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, como num doce encanto,&lt;br /&gt;Estou sob seu domínio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Uma confortável confusão,&lt;br /&gt;Me perco, me encontro, me envolvo...&lt;br /&gt;em delírio e paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, admito,&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer senão,&lt;br /&gt;Dos meu sonhos, o favorito...&lt;br /&gt;Já é teu, meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-2994922600507237011?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/2994922600507237011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/10/sensacao-unica-e-inusitada.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/2994922600507237011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/2994922600507237011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/10/sensacao-unica-e-inusitada.html' title='Sensação única e inusitada'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SuZlz-2oFmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nhno2YUi8ww/s72-c/o_amor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-8501873165445265456</id><published>2009-10-14T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:45:44.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo para sentir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/StX_7aw55NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cNKyqSO65Zk/s1600-h/penhasco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392497525107844306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/StX_7aw55NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cNKyqSO65Zk/s320/penhasco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afloradas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Indestrutíveis,&lt;br /&gt;Encarceram esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, irreconhecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensações dúbias&lt;br /&gt;A asfixiar-me.&lt;br /&gt;E, num súbito,&lt;br /&gt;Fazem-me esquecer-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afasto-me da cegueira,&lt;br /&gt;Ciente do real alçapão.&lt;br /&gt;Experimento um trampolim,&lt;br /&gt;Na liberdade da escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-8501873165445265456?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/8501873165445265456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentir-conhecer-mudarcrescer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/8501873165445265456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/8501873165445265456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentir-conhecer-mudarcrescer.html' title='Tempo para sentir...'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/StX_7aw55NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cNKyqSO65Zk/s72-c/penhasco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-3385413653067007270</id><published>2009-10-14T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:44:04.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fases... incompreensíveis fases...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/StXwKu1Lu9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MWZZ0-1tAq8/s1600-h/2272218463_bc78d8718d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392480196006493138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/StXwKu1Lu9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MWZZ0-1tAq8/s320/2272218463_bc78d8718d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lágrimas ecoam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do mais puro sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afogam, transbordam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu peito adentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce encanto em partida,&lt;br /&gt;Das mentiras, o rancor.&lt;br /&gt;Triste desejo utópico,&lt;br /&gt;De viver um grande amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada rude soletrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;penetra em meus sentidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazendo-os desmoronar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de sonhos um dia obtidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teimosia sobreposta,&lt;br /&gt;Hipocrisia desmedida.&lt;br /&gt;Separação proposta,&lt;br /&gt;Frustração na despedida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O afeto, que um dia predominou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecoa murmúrios em sua ausência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem meu coração tanto amou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entorpece-me apenas de carência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-3385413653067007270?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/3385413653067007270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/10/fases-incompreensiveis-fases.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/3385413653067007270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/3385413653067007270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/10/fases-incompreensiveis-fases.html' title='Fases... incompreensíveis fases...'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/StXwKu1Lu9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MWZZ0-1tAq8/s72-c/2272218463_bc78d8718d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-1000711052111212300</id><published>2009-09-10T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:58:49.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria do pensar poético</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SqmDqTmiYkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8tXXdxxAXjc/s1600-h/Freud-olho-710438.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379975992710423106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SqmDqTmiYkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8tXXdxxAXjc/s320/Freud-olho-710438.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentação profana de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Pensar o impensável,&lt;br /&gt;Nomear o inominável,&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer o incognoscível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Processo dinâmico&lt;br /&gt;De distorção de entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;Jogo de linguagem ilusório,&lt;br /&gt;Desviam e aceleram o pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercer filosofia honesta,&lt;br /&gt;Resistir à tentação real.&lt;br /&gt;Distorcer a compreensão,&lt;br /&gt;Desmantelar o superficial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-1000711052111212300?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/1000711052111212300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/09/teoria-do-pensar-poetico.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/1000711052111212300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/1000711052111212300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/09/teoria-do-pensar-poetico.html' title='Teoria do pensar poético'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SqmDqTmiYkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8tXXdxxAXjc/s72-c/Freud-olho-710438.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-186685938353098521</id><published>2009-08-31T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:35:08.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpyTYeJ6T8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zDGCP2NXcxE/s1600-h/incerteza_thumb%5B7%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376334103794307010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpyTYeJ6T8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zDGCP2NXcxE/s320/incerteza_thumb%5B7%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Futuro promissor,&lt;br /&gt;Atolado na lama da incerteza.&lt;br /&gt;Vibrantes qualidades em frescor,&lt;br /&gt;Trituram os ponteiros com clareza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piruetas que sobrevoam a ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Dando rasantes sobre a ética.&lt;br /&gt;Importante período de transformação,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil escolha... Aritmética ou poética?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgência infalível,&lt;br /&gt;Ideia fixa atordoada.&lt;br /&gt;Tráfego intenso e temível,&lt;br /&gt;A cada possibilidade cogitada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-186685938353098521?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/186685938353098521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/duvida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/186685938353098521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/186685938353098521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/duvida.html' title='Dúvida'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpyTYeJ6T8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zDGCP2NXcxE/s72-c/incerteza_thumb%5B7%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-6676618368592550730</id><published>2009-08-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:22:17.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessão em sua essência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpSp2a4u5UI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DHoTzJhkmws/s1600-h/auto-retrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374107007755150658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpSp2a4u5UI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DHoTzJhkmws/s320/auto-retrato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não-linearidade de pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Mosaico de inérte opacidade.&lt;br /&gt;Alucinatório trânsito simbólico,&lt;br /&gt;Isolação obscura de estabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restrição ao compreensível,&lt;br /&gt;Extremo fascínio solitário.&lt;br /&gt;Consciência em desnível,&lt;br /&gt;Enigmático universo precário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonimato do real,&lt;br /&gt;Catastrófico circuito de tentação,&lt;br /&gt;Desnivelamento emocional,&lt;br /&gt;Pautam o horizonte da obsessão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-6676618368592550730?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/6676618368592550730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/obsessao-em-sua-essencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/6676618368592550730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/6676618368592550730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/obsessao-em-sua-essencia.html' title='Obsessão em sua essência'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpSp2a4u5UI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DHoTzJhkmws/s72-c/auto-retrato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-6003224415119191905</id><published>2009-08-23T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:20:32.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível negar tal Intensidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpHSXeRwsAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yBFmbDZIKdU/s1600-h/incerteza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373307131136094210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpHSXeRwsAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yBFmbDZIKdU/s320/incerteza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tons sombrios acariciam constantemente,&lt;br /&gt;Erguem-se rígidos na ausência de afeto,&lt;br /&gt;Desgastam-se arquitetonicamente...&lt;br /&gt;Constroem-se do rancor mais concreto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submissos a essa insensata cegueira,&lt;br /&gt;Agonizam uma abrangente solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Puras lembranças à clareira,&lt;br /&gt;Aguardam esforços para um suave senão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientes dessa paixão incessável&lt;br /&gt;Que brota constante em cada encontro...&lt;br /&gt;E, ao redescobrir no outro o ser amável,&lt;br /&gt;Estancam-se involuntárias trepidações de encanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalados no turbulento universo do romance,&lt;br /&gt;Consumidos por crescentes passos de ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Sucessivos tropeços a cada lance...&lt;br /&gt;Dominados pelo horizonte da emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixados intimamente nesse amor proibido&lt;br /&gt;Indagam-se pelo fato do não poder...&lt;br /&gt;Intensa vontade e libido envolvidas&lt;br /&gt;Optam decidir pelo querer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-6003224415119191905?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/6003224415119191905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/tensa-intensidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/6003224415119191905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/6003224415119191905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/tensa-intensidade.html' title='Impossível negar tal Intensidade...'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SpHSXeRwsAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yBFmbDZIKdU/s72-c/incerteza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-7356026588093177622</id><published>2009-08-21T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:40:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro desequilíbrio presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/So7WJPJG9MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3z9L4SE28aE/s1600-h/escassez.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372466859671483586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/So7WJPJG9MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3z9L4SE28aE/s320/escassez.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realidade conturbada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Degradação sem igual.&lt;br /&gt;Escassez agravada&lt;br /&gt;E sua necessidade vital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessiva extração,&lt;br /&gt;Lençol freático declinado.&lt;br /&gt;Insustentável distribuição,&lt;br /&gt;Consumo exagerado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que o discernimento vem,&lt;br /&gt;Procuram medidas para estabilizar.&lt;br /&gt;Índices críticos já se têm,&lt;br /&gt;E recursos hídricos a esgotar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando o preço da água&lt;br /&gt;For mais representativo que seu valor,&lt;br /&gt;Tentarão dar trégua&lt;br /&gt;Para remendar toda sua dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-7356026588093177622?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/7356026588093177622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/futuro-desequilibrio-presente_21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/7356026588093177622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/7356026588093177622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/futuro-desequilibrio-presente_21.html' title='Futuro desequilíbrio presente'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/So7WJPJG9MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3z9L4SE28aE/s72-c/escassez.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-4535274692723501404</id><published>2009-08-19T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:41:09.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Caso ao descaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoxVOiy6eAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gVFj-kiTb54/s1600-h/fim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371762163893041154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoxVOiy6eAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gVFj-kiTb54/s320/fim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passos submersos&lt;br /&gt;Na imensidão do vazio&lt;br /&gt;Labirintos rememorados&lt;br /&gt;De um passado degenerado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aventura desvirtuada,&lt;br /&gt;Inserção de cobranças.&lt;br /&gt;Mentes saturadas,&lt;br /&gt;Corrosivas desconfianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensação de incerteza,&lt;br /&gt;Fascínio a desconectar.&lt;br /&gt;Atritos por futilezas,&lt;br /&gt;Paixão prestes a cessar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucessivas preocupações&lt;br /&gt;Envolvidas de carência.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, se dão submersões&lt;br /&gt;De passos da ausência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-4535274692723501404?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/4535274692723501404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-caso-ao-descaso.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/4535274692723501404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/4535274692723501404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-caso-ao-descaso.html' title='Do Caso ao descaso'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoxVOiy6eAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gVFj-kiTb54/s72-c/fim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-5517578500263216031</id><published>2009-08-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:05:47.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irracionalidade pública</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor7g0p5PyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/psyMtep_gr0/s1600-h/221_post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371382046901485346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor7g0p5PyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/psyMtep_gr0/s320/221_post.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mercado Farto.&lt;br /&gt;Obra, alvo de capital.&lt;br /&gt;Comércio ingrato, de fato.&lt;br /&gt;Adaptado à economia mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociedade que exala&lt;br /&gt;Odor ao vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Inalando e transpirando&lt;br /&gt;A vertigem do vício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Templo do consumo.&lt;br /&gt;Idolatria ao desperdício,&lt;br /&gt;À arte, o descaso.&lt;br /&gt;À poesia, mais um caso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-5517578500263216031?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/5517578500263216031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/irracionalidade-publica.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/5517578500263216031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/5517578500263216031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/irracionalidade-publica.html' title='Irracionalidade pública'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor7g0p5PyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/psyMtep_gr0/s72-c/221_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-9141194345665134558</id><published>2009-08-18T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:58:19.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crendo na crença do descrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor5xfxMgfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eaaSeoXI6ZA/s1600-h/burro-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371380134329483762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor5xfxMgfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eaaSeoXI6ZA/s320/burro-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credulidade imbecil.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorância pública.&lt;br /&gt;Criação de filosofia abstrata&lt;br /&gt;Por gente inculta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulação mítica,&lt;br /&gt;Opiniões divergentes,&lt;br /&gt;Tentativa de provar&lt;br /&gt;A existência do inexistente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orando um mito,&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitiçados na função&lt;br /&gt;de venerar a farsa&lt;br /&gt;do teatro da extorsão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-9141194345665134558?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/9141194345665134558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/crendo-na-crenca-do-descrer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/9141194345665134558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/9141194345665134558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/crendo-na-crenca-do-descrer.html' title='Crendo na crença do descrer'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor5xfxMgfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eaaSeoXI6ZA/s72-c/burro-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-5615645322110405418</id><published>2009-08-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:46:21.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proibida Inquietude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor2NV_P9xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mKXzWcFMtvs/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371376214693902098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor2NV_P9xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mKXzWcFMtvs/s320/olhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                     Pensamento que gira constante&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Nessa impetuosa atração proibida.&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Apesar do entrave desafiante&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Sinto-me completamente envolvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Um olhar jamais visto antes&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Tão suave e compenetrante.&lt;br /&gt;                                                     A doçura de seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;                                                     E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; um aroma estonteante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Limites inflamados,&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Vontade incessante.&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Completamente naufragados&lt;br /&gt;                                                     De sensações únicas e alucinantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-5615645322110405418?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/5615645322110405418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/proibida-inquietude.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/5615645322110405418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/5615645322110405418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/proibida-inquietude.html' title='Proibida Inquietude'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/Sor2NV_P9xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mKXzWcFMtvs/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-21315943224780940</id><published>2009-08-18T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:34:32.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insensatez Cotidiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SorzsAcmzlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4G-P-rS01tQ/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371373442952515154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SorzsAcmzlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4G-P-rS01tQ/s320/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                           Investindo na Passividade,&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Descaso ao Intelecto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                           Permitindo a continuidade&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Do mundo do ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Mudez do senso.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Pequenez de repertório,&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Prazer da população&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Pelo nível simplório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           A face oculta da interrogação,&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Raros momentos de reflexão.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Ócio mental sem saída,&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Pela verdade estabelecida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-21315943224780940?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/21315943224780940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/insensatez-cotidiana.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/21315943224780940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/21315943224780940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/insensatez-cotidiana.html' title='Insensatez Cotidiana'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SorzsAcmzlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4G-P-rS01tQ/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102296412639279873.post-3008324614422610250</id><published>2009-08-14T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:43:46.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De pequenas trepidações ao pleno horizonte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SorJcoBLygI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B_CaIRCyb74/s1600-h/1142967627.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem não gosta de mudanças?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olhar por janelas diferentes, enxergar novas paisagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conhecer novas pessoas, seres diferentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ideias antagônicas, ideias semelhantes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Algumas boas e outras nem tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sentir na pele o desafio de entrar por onde nunca se viu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dispor de coragem para se entregar ao imprevisível.&lt;br /&gt;Estou constantemente me mudando,&lt;br /&gt;por dentro e por fora, sem data..sem hora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crescendo, Aprendendo..refletindo cada passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Explorando e criando mais e mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apesar de certa timidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por isso, apartir de hoje, ficarão eternizados aqui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nas entrelinhas desse blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meus dias, meus sonhos, minhas loucuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tristezas, alegrias, amores, aventuras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cada crítica, cada questionamento...&lt;br /&gt;Despindo em forma de poesia&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5102296412639279873-3008324614422610250?l=letras-insones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/feeds/3008324614422610250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-pequenas-trepidacoes-ao-pleno.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/3008324614422610250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5102296412639279873/posts/default/3008324614422610250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letras-insones.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-pequenas-trepidacoes-ao-pleno.html' title='De pequenas trepidações ao pleno horizonte.'/><author><name>Lara Cavalcanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14965810596000604368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7PS9ULoeJg/SoXYX33OceI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FHdYKYlfWg8/S220/Lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
