<?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-1448459683406422619</id><updated>2012-01-18T11:32:51.304-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Girandeira</title><subtitle type='html'>"EU NÃO SOU NADA, NUNCA SEREI  NADA......A PARTE ISSO, TENHO TODOS OS SONHOS E DESEJOS DO MUNDO"    (Fernando e Pessoas)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deuses...&lt;div&gt;Qual será o castigo daqueles que nos fazem amargar tanta espera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos que causam expectativas vans, talvez por alguma vaidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos que nos cativam apenas pela "garantia" de nunca estar sozinho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual será?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se ainda não pensaram nisso, se deem a questão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se precisarem de ajuda, ainda estarei aqui, esperando, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de joelhos plantados no chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-253377627259750285?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/253377627259750285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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perceber que pra estar preparada eu  tinha apenas que fazer igual a ele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não perdi tempo e me lancei em curiosidade braseira a traz de descobrir o que de tão importante havia lá dentro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coloquei  a caixa no colo, respirei fundo e ensaiei meu melhor sorriso e, abrindo  com delicadeza pude ver no fundo da caixa em leve movimento, um lindo  par de asas!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7752985559230447183?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7752985559230447183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-ainda-crianca-ganhei-de-presente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4176850432973300628</id><published>2011-08-29T01:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:25:20.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;açúcar, pinga, limão&lt;br /&gt;cama,  mulher, amor&lt;br /&gt;tela, tinta, cor&lt;br /&gt;praia, sol e calção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;escola , aluno, carteira&lt;br /&gt;maconha, filme, sofá&lt;br /&gt;pia, louça, lavar&lt;br /&gt;domingo, pastel e feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peixe, dendê,  muqueca&lt;br /&gt;radio, letra, melodia&lt;br /&gt;lápis, papel, poesia&lt;br /&gt;criança, bola e boneca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pipa, linha, vento&lt;br /&gt;cabeça, cabelo, trança&lt;br /&gt;festa, musica, dança&lt;br /&gt;alma, vida e pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusto Cerqueira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4176850432973300628?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4176850432973300628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/acucar-pinga-limao-cama-mulher-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4176850432973300628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4176850432973300628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/acucar-pinga-limao-cama-mulher-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7133515602606112247</id><published>2011-08-29T01:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:15:53.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minha lágrima em sua pele...gota de sal que corre na face da nossa história!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7133515602606112247?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7133515602606112247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/minha-lagrima-em-sua-pele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7133515602606112247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7133515602606112247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/minha-lagrima-em-sua-pele.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-9166746550107922504</id><published>2011-08-18T09:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:59:45.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O meu amor não cabe na cidade de São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Uma cidade assim tão grande e dispersa&lt;br /&gt;Tão Fest Food.&lt;br /&gt;O Meu amor tem foco&lt;br /&gt;Ele é singular&lt;br /&gt;Intenso, fundo&lt;br /&gt;e demorado...Como beijo de namorado&lt;br /&gt;como a dor do parto&lt;br /&gt;o vazio da morte&lt;br /&gt;como essa noite que não quer dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-9166746550107922504?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9166746550107922504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-meu-amor-nao-cabe-na-cidade-de-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/9166746550107922504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/9166746550107922504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-meu-amor-nao-cabe-na-cidade-de-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5523100534986123035</id><published>2011-08-16T09:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:21:20.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sempre sofri do mal de coração grande&lt;br /&gt;Mas vc jogou nele um balde de água fria&lt;br /&gt;e desde daquele dia&lt;br /&gt;algo aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;meu coração apertou e encolheu&lt;br /&gt;Me diga então o que vou fazê&lt;br /&gt;se nele agora só cabe você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5523100534986123035?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5523100534986123035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/sempre-sofri-do-mal-de-coracao-grande.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5523100534986123035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5523100534986123035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/08/sempre-sofri-do-mal-de-coracao-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-8436079982429242900</id><published>2011-07-27T12:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:48:50.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A maior e a mais forte</title><content type='html'>Das ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;a maior é  a que vive em mim.&lt;br /&gt;A maior a mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;dona do não e do sim.&lt;br /&gt;Tal ilusão me procura&lt;br /&gt;noite a dentro e sem fim&lt;br /&gt;A mais doce a mais forte&lt;br /&gt;e tem pele de cetim.&lt;br /&gt;Tal ilusão me persegue,&lt;br /&gt;fujo dela como o cão da cruz&lt;br /&gt;Mas a Ilusão é tão forte é tão doce,&lt;br /&gt;logo me rodeia e me seduz&lt;br /&gt;Dona ilusão corre a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a seus labirintos me conduz&lt;br /&gt;e é tão belo e é tão forte&lt;br /&gt;faz perder o medo da morte&lt;br /&gt;faz esquecer a dor e o corte&lt;br /&gt;me faz ver na treva toda luz.&lt;br /&gt;Tal ilusão sabe até dançar&lt;br /&gt;me toma em seu colo a balançar&lt;br /&gt;a maior e a mais forte&lt;br /&gt;me conduzindo com seu porte&lt;br /&gt;sem nunca tropeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Essa ilusão me domina&lt;br /&gt;traça em meu destino sua sina&lt;br /&gt;doce sina, sina forte&lt;br /&gt;faz esquecer a dor e o corte&lt;br /&gt;e me arranca os sonhos de menina.&lt;br /&gt;Quando menina nunca pensei&lt;br /&gt;que a ilusão pudesse assim ser&lt;br /&gt;Tão linda, doce e tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Toda transbordante de prazer&lt;br /&gt;quando conheci a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;senti todo corpo estremecer&lt;br /&gt;me joguei em seus braços de brasa&lt;br /&gt;a ilusão me levou pra casa&lt;br /&gt;afundei em seu rio de água &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo que jamais pude esquecer&lt;br /&gt;que ela tão doce e tão forte&lt;br /&gt;me fez moer na dor&lt;br /&gt;e me traçou um corte&lt;br /&gt;murchei de tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;pensei até na morte&lt;br /&gt;Mas teimosa que sou sobrevivi.&lt;br /&gt;Dona Ilusão vive voltando&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me aparece aqui e ali&lt;br /&gt;Continua muito doce é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desconverso&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disfarço&lt;/span&gt; e finjo que não vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Inda&lt;/span&gt; dança o mesmo passo&lt;br /&gt;cita livros que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; li&lt;br /&gt;é tão forte é feito aço&lt;br /&gt;bem bonita feito um laço&lt;br /&gt;vem de beijo e de abraço&lt;br /&gt;ignora todo esforço que faço&lt;br /&gt;me prendendo num amasso...confesso&lt;br /&gt;Não resisti.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um dia ser bem forte&lt;br /&gt;doce e certa feito ela&lt;br /&gt;mas não pra lhe mostrar dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inda&lt;/span&gt; menos fazer corte&lt;br /&gt;e sim pra lhe dar as costas&lt;br /&gt;fechar a porta e a janela&lt;br /&gt;passar o trinco nesta história&lt;br /&gt;cadeado, chave e tramela&lt;br /&gt;Dar um adeus um basta&lt;br /&gt;e nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais tão doce&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais tão forte&lt;br /&gt;e nunca mais ser dela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8436079982429242900?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8436079982429242900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/maior-e-mais-forte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8436079982429242900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8436079982429242900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/maior-e-mais-forte.html' title='A maior e a mais forte'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4252376347502336938</id><published>2011-07-27T00:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:48:14.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Devo agora procurar algo inútil pra fazer da minha vida pra preencher vazios?&lt;br /&gt;Pois os vazios que se danem e os inúteis que se matem...tenho muito a dar ao mundo e a receber do mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente conta comigo no dia de amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4252376347502336938?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4252376347502336938/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-3618215481436308687</id><published>2011-07-27T00:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:27:29.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que é só por hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-3618215481436308687?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3618215481436308687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/acho-que-e-so-por-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/3618215481436308687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/3618215481436308687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/acho-que-e-so-por-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-8617816162426894265</id><published>2011-07-26T22:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:07:16.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Das ilusões, a maior é  a que vive em mim.&lt;br /&gt;A maior a mais forte, dona do não e do sim.&lt;br /&gt;Tal ilusão me procura noite a dentro e sem fim&lt;br /&gt;A mais doce a mais forte e tem pele de cetim.&lt;br /&gt;Tal ilusão me persegue, fujo dela como o cão da cruz&lt;br /&gt;logo ela investe, se roça, se enrosca me aperta e me seduz&lt;br /&gt;Faz meu dia virar noite e minha noite ser de luz&lt;br /&gt;minar água, suor, me faz dar o sangue, me faz doer em pus.&lt;br /&gt;Sim pus...&lt;br /&gt;Pois logo no dia seguinte dona ilusão vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Me faz chorar leite derramado e lembrar águas passadas&lt;br /&gt;é tanta dor e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;q sem fantasia e beleza aqui dentro meu peito ancora&lt;br /&gt;Tempos depois ela vem&lt;br /&gt;cheia de brilho e novos sabores&lt;br /&gt;e meu coração até então de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se entrega ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sussuros&lt;/span&gt; e temores&lt;br /&gt;Se dá já pensando em sua ida&lt;br /&gt;Pois nessa história nunca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt; estada&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que demore&lt;br /&gt;q o leite derrame&lt;br /&gt;e meu peito ancore&lt;br /&gt;é inevitável a sua partida.&lt;br /&gt;Queria nesta escrita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;esvaziar&lt;/span&gt;, lamentos de antes e de agora&lt;br /&gt;Queria muito que essa dona se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atentasse&lt;/span&gt; a seus erros e fosse embora&lt;br /&gt;Fosse embora dizendo estou de partida, partido pra sempre pelo mundo a fora&lt;br /&gt;Não quero nem beijo de despedida, quero ir na corrida em dispara e sem demora&lt;br /&gt;Galopando no vento, dia e noite a dentro, pois hoje vejo o quanto já passou da hora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8617816162426894265?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8617816162426894265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/das-ilusoes-maior-e-que-vive-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8617816162426894265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8617816162426894265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/das-ilusoes-maior-e-que-vive-em-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7172485777246486251</id><published>2011-07-23T20:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:40:53.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O FRIO A GENTE SUFOCA COM COBERTAS E AMORES...COBERTORES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7172485777246486251?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7172485777246486251/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4562600373026669902</id><published>2011-07-22T09:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:46:38.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fica sempre no dia de hoje&lt;br /&gt;Um restinho da noite passada&lt;br /&gt;Fica na pele na ausencia da mente&lt;br /&gt;Que vem do passado viver o presente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4562600373026669902?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4562600373026669902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/fica-sempre-no-dia-de-hoje-um-restinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4562600373026669902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4562600373026669902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/fica-sempre-no-dia-de-hoje-um-restinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-8061558675570602345</id><published>2011-07-15T09:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:38:57.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorei...isso vem aí na voz de Marcia Castro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Trecho da música "Logradouro" de: Kléber Albuquerque e Rafael Altério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você verá&lt;br /&gt; Eu vou ser feliz de doer&lt;br /&gt; Vou ver o sol nascer sem dó nem ré &lt;p&gt;No Cariri&lt;br /&gt; Piauí&lt;br /&gt; Cabrobó&lt;br /&gt; A solidão vai quebrar a cara&lt;br /&gt; e então vou encará-la só&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5065915177773636196</id><published>2011-07-08T20:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:02:39.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabul</title><content type='html'>Adorei o nome  do lugar e por isso vou-me com os meus e minhas, comemorar o que costuma ser o começo de um novo ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;Q seja um lindo ciclo, que a vida me traga ainda mais lindos momentos e que me rodeie que lindos seres.&lt;br /&gt;Vambora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5065915177773636196?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5065915177773636196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/kabul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5065915177773636196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5065915177773636196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/kabul.html' title='Kabul'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6221047247427248071</id><published>2011-04-27T09:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:32:57.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Amor nos tempos de Baden e Vinicius"</title><content type='html'>Hoje é um dia diferente...depois de muito tempo me sinto insegura de subir ao palco.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que quase como um sinal divino o dia amanheceu cheio de sol e muito vento!&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim muito significativos, pois o sol me traz pra vida e alegria e o vento fala de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Espero contar com todos os abraços quentes dos meus parceiros de música, os que subirão ao palco comigo, pois sem isso talvez sentirei frio e não gosto de tremer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me preparando a tempos e quero poder como sempre colocar com segurança e carisma tudo que foi estudado e tudo que já é meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero calor meus amados, meus parceiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Oxalá ilumine nossa noite e nosso som...que Ogún e Yansã protejam nossos corações das aflições e temores e Oxun nos ajude a encantar mais uma vez toodo o público e a nós mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encanto e Paz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6221047247427248071?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6221047247427248071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-amor-nos-tempos-de-baden-e-vinicius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6221047247427248071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6221047247427248071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-amor-nos-tempos-de-baden-e-vinicius.html' title='&quot;O Amor nos tempos de Baden e Vinicius&quot;'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-1468441042053377973</id><published>2011-04-25T16:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:57:29.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Os encantos teimam em bater na minha porta...na porta do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com todos os pedidos a vida só me aparece mais linda...ai ai ai.&lt;br /&gt;Assim fica difícil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-1468441042053377973?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1468441042053377973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/os-encantos-teimam-em-bater-na-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1468441042053377973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-1778627417031017753?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1778627417031017753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/httpwww_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1778627417031017753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1778627417031017753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/httpwww_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4991827756023514907</id><published>2011-01-18T01:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:22:52.694-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou um móbile solto num furacão, qualquer calmaria me dá solidão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4991827756023514907?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4991827756023514907/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-3968957071691436150</id><published>2011-01-17T23:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:00:12.740-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hj...mandaca em flor, mas muita mesmo. Lua no céu muita também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-3968957071691436150?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3968957071691436150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/hj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/3968957071691436150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/3968957071691436150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/hj.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-2947869149603912437</id><published>2011-01-14T00:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:52:47.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sereno</title><content type='html'>Depois de tanta espera&lt;br /&gt;Heis que o sol veio me acordar&lt;br /&gt;rasgou o céu por traz do morro&lt;br /&gt;pintou de azul o corpo do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que vai e vem num dançar sereno&lt;br /&gt;levando lembranças&lt;br /&gt;trazendo esperanças&lt;br /&gt;a esse coração hoje tão pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;Que acordou tão cedo, mas ja sabe&lt;br /&gt;que a este dia não lhe cabe&lt;br /&gt;Morrer de amor&lt;br /&gt;ou morrer de medo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-2947869149603912437?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2947869149603912437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/sereno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/2947869149603912437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/2947869149603912437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/sereno.html' title='Sereno'/><author><name>Paula da 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lançando amor pelos ares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e com medo profundo&lt;br /&gt;grito chamando a razão&lt;br /&gt;grito pra esse sentimento imundo&lt;br /&gt;abandonar de vez meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8563440919288084267?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8563440919288084267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/ilusao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8563440919288084267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8563440919288084267'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje certeza alguma&lt;br /&gt;alma na pureza do agora&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem saber&lt;br /&gt;se é sol ou chuva lá fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontem coração na boca&lt;br /&gt;voz cansada, esquecida, rouca&lt;br /&gt;nó na garganta desejando a partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje coração bate no peito&lt;br /&gt;a minha voz toda música é pouca&lt;br /&gt;e paixão cada vez mais quente&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais louca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7996438863446580102?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7996438863446580102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/liberta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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solta&lt;br /&gt;anda pintando e bordando&lt;br /&gt;você não sabe do que ela é capaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menino Cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Aqui nesse campo minado&lt;br /&gt;antes de atravessar &lt;br /&gt;Olhe bem pra cada lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado Homem &lt;br /&gt;Não pise em falso&lt;br /&gt;Tenha cautela&lt;br /&gt;tranque bem a janela&lt;br /&gt;a onça tá no seu calço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando apagar a luz&lt;br /&gt;Peça aos anjos, Oxalá e Jesus&lt;br /&gt;e se arme de lança, espada e escudo&lt;br /&gt;Pois é no escuro que se dana tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-2412291720274978104?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2412291720274978104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6725765912623412747</id><published>2011-01-13T23:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:20:46.709-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É com grande decepção...é muita irresponsabilidade criar espectaiva tamanha sem pode supri-las e (sem ao menos se dar conta?), sem no mínimo dar algum tipo de parecer...deixa que resolvo semana que vem...Puta que pariu. &lt;br /&gt;Ja dizia Renato Russo..."pecado é provocar desejo e depois renuciar", mas se depois de renuciar não se da ao trabalho nem de assumir a renuncia...hummmm. Irresponsabilidade...a palavra é essa mesmo caralho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6725765912623412747?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6725765912623412747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-com-grande-decepcao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6725765912623412747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6725765912623412747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-com-grande-decepcao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7691162869172533747</id><published>2011-01-02T17:55:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:13:29.127-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe do Niger.</title><content type='html'>Uma brisa forte e intensa, como um sopro de vida ou um suspiro de paixão, me trouxe ao&lt;br /&gt;mundo dos que vivem.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como nascem as tempestades em dia de calor suspenso, eu também nasci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais esqueci o caminho da vinda, marcado em meu destino e como mapa tatuado em minha sina. &lt;br /&gt;Transito os dois lados como da sala pra o quarto da minha existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando pequena levantei poeira, tracei redemoinhos no chão, &lt;br /&gt;hoje arremesso vidas em tufões de paixão, &lt;br /&gt;ateio fogo em corpos de lua cheia, &lt;br /&gt;revelo o caminho de um mundo a outro&lt;br /&gt;mas neste mundo levo a perdição o coração que incendeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fiz rainha e tive o rei que bem quis, de olhos as cegas e coração em vísceras, mandei, desmandei, fiz e desfiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambuzando de sémen a libido, rasgo com as unhas a pele da tentação, &lt;br /&gt;mordisco as orelhas do proibido e despedaço, de florim e coração na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei filhos ao mundo, que assim como o vento vão e vêem ao pedido da vida, &lt;br /&gt;serei sempre capaz de reconhece-los, a cada chegada e em cada partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopro feridas, conduzo perdidos, espanto a tristeza, protejo caminhos, acolho malditos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meu nome tem guerra, amor, intensidade e fulgor &lt;br /&gt;e com meu manto vermelho que é sangue e minha espada, &lt;br /&gt;hei de lutar por meu mistério durante toda jornada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razão tem não, só calor.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Frase da música "Um dia" de Gunnar vargas.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7691162869172533747?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7691162869172533747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/uma-brisa-forte-e-intensa-como-um-sopro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sal corrida na face do tempo&lt;br /&gt;do choro no leito, nascida do peito&lt;br /&gt;pra aprofundar a vida e lavar unguento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete ondas jorradas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;no mundo me transformei&lt;br /&gt;e pra lá do mistério que é fundo&lt;br /&gt;o limite entre eu e o mundo&lt;br /&gt;confesso que nunca encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus dedos de bruma bulinam o ar&lt;br /&gt;reflito na pele o firmamento&lt;br /&gt;com meu corpo de onda chamando pra amar&lt;br /&gt;seduzindo eu jogo meu canto no vento&lt;br /&gt;Pra pescador, marinheiro ou rei escutar&lt;br /&gt;e entre a vida e a morte nos braços do mar&lt;br /&gt;se dar em feitiço à graça doce no sal do momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quando meu homem finalmente chegar&lt;br /&gt;repleta de encanto esperando estarei&lt;br /&gt;de vestido com barra de espuma a dançar&lt;br /&gt;perfume de rosas de conta e colar,&lt;br /&gt;seja ele pescador, marinheiro ou rei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De véu maresia aos delírios me dei&lt;br /&gt;ao Deus que um dia meus encantos lancei&lt;br /&gt;e de amor semeamos o mundo&lt;br /&gt;e no cio do ventre fecundo&lt;br /&gt;nos caminhos e matas meus filhos gerei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Povoamos a terra de amor e de guerra&lt;br /&gt;traçamos os fios entre o bem e o mal&lt;br /&gt;semeamos a vida onde a vida se encerra&lt;br /&gt;onde a guerra enterra e o amor é fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renasço com o dia e no deleito da noite&lt;br /&gt;ascendo a alegria e alivio o acoite&lt;br /&gt;No colo do seio acalanto as dores&lt;br /&gt;acolho os anseios e germino os amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pés escuros de âncora&lt;br /&gt;aos quais nunca pude enxergar&lt;br /&gt;sou eu transparência de vida&lt;br /&gt;de olhos abertos no fundo do mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7683880770380480853?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' 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profundo?&lt;br /&gt;Não vê menina que por esse caminho&lt;br /&gt;não tem lugar pra vc no mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe, de coração&lt;br /&gt;Vou te dar um conselho&lt;br /&gt;pretes bem atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra sofrer menos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa querer tanto&lt;br /&gt;vá viver amenidades&lt;br /&gt;deixe esse querer de canto&lt;br /&gt;consuma só as metades&lt;br /&gt;sonhe com moderação&lt;br /&gt;Acorrente suas vontades&lt;br /&gt;Enterre as liberdades&lt;br /&gt;e plante seus pés no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha rancor perseverante&lt;br /&gt;e pele em menor abrasão&lt;br /&gt;olhos menos brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;libido menos constante&lt;br /&gt;e nunca, nunca sorria de coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma menina calma,&lt;br /&gt;que a amargura chega em pouco&lt;br /&gt;e logo logo irá conhecer&lt;br /&gt;desejo brando, mesquinho, surdo e rouco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6819456125698117751</id><published>2010-08-20T18:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:03:37.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não foi abandono!</title><content type='html'>Desde que criei o blog do Núcleo Balanço, que é o grupo de dança do qual faço parte, não aparecia aqui no meu próprio pra lhe contar algo sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana tive uma conversa com o Gunnar que me ajudou a sarar um pouquinho...e me ficou bem claro o quanto as atividades em conjunto me tragam a vida, as paixões, desejos, sonhos e tuuudo.&lt;br /&gt;Me torno o grupo, me deixo levar, me dou por completo, pena que nem sempre tem outro lado pra receber, e tá sendo o caso agora!&lt;br /&gt;Não do grupo de dança que está muito feliz com meus empenhos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas de outras demandas!&lt;br /&gt;Que pena!!! Me sinto como uma apaixonada não correspondida e até usada, mas acho que vou encontrando caminhos pra lhe dar com tal frustração e ser feliz mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;A conversa com o Gunnar me ajudou, é bom ter o apoio dos que amamos.&lt;br /&gt;E por falar nele...que disco que vai sair heim...tá ficando lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Até posso ver nossa apaixonada amiga Bel ouvindo pra lá e pra cá...mostrando pra todo mundo..rs. A gente adora ela.&lt;br /&gt;E sem falar na Ana Estrella com os olhos d'água brilhando de orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;Tá bonito gente, é só esperar e torcer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6819456125698117751?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6819456125698117751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-foi-abandono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6819456125698117751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6819456125698117751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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tanto amor?&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem nunca se perdeu na hora de se vestir&lt;br /&gt;quando o dia anterior foi mó quente e amanhece chovendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é....confusões, frustrações, alegrias e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;as vezes acontece sem motivo e as vezes tudo isso começa dentro da gente.&lt;br /&gt;Quem dirá quando a gente ainda conta com os imprevistos do destino,Com as armadilhas da vida,com as vontades  e sonhos alheios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, eu sei que é difícil mas nem tudo é do jeito que a gente quer e na hora que a gente quer!&lt;br /&gt;SEI QUE TENHO MIL DEFEITOS COMO TODOS SERES HUMANOS, mas a vida toda sempre me esforcei pra fazer bem o que gosto de fazer...e as vezes sinto que poderia ter sido melhor e quanto mais eu cresço mais descubro meios de tornar isso e aquilo ainda &lt;br /&gt;melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o certo é que encontro sempre boas almas dispostas a me ajudar, quero aqui agradecer aos seres divinos por colocarem anjos em meus caminhos. &lt;br /&gt;Sei que isso parece meio religioso..rsrs, mas é que ainda não achei boas palavras pra definir isso a quem eu possa agradecer por tantas alegrias e experiências grandiosas, como as que vivo decorrente da troca humana!&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento a felicidade me toma e foi bem neste momento mesmo, pois a intenção ao começar a escrever era falar sobre as pessoas triste que tentam atrapalhar a vida dos outros...mas de repente algo bem maior me aconteceu e eu não consegui falar de mais nada se não da FELICIDADE!&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei mesmo como comecei esse texto...e se tem alguma coerência.&lt;br /&gt;Mas por agora é ISSO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5361086432566489012?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5361086432566489012/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-8329181074432698498</id><published>2010-08-03T01:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T01:41:22.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vc não vai acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;Arregacei meu pé no futebol!&lt;br /&gt;Tô eu agora de tala e faixa no pé&lt;br /&gt;e só vou poder tirar no sábado &lt;br /&gt;q é o dia da apresentação!&lt;br /&gt;Não boto uma fé!&lt;br /&gt;aff...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8329181074432698498?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8329181074432698498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/vc-nao-vai-acreditar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8329181074432698498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8329181074432698498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/vc-nao-vai-acreditar.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-1516209312495633170</id><published>2010-07-30T00:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:18:01.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....que diabooooooooooooooossssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Fala comigo infernooooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-1516209312495633170?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1516209312495633170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1516209312495633170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1516209312495633170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5230109620777659553</id><published>2010-07-28T17:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:48:38.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A graça mesmo é não saber de nada, nem de si....é bom saber!&lt;br /&gt;POR QUERER apenas me basta! Tipo bicho solto!&lt;br /&gt;Gostar dos que tem fome&lt;br /&gt;dos que morrem de vontade &lt;br /&gt;dos que secam de desejo&lt;br /&gt;DOS QUE ARDEM! &lt;br /&gt;Já ouviu isso antes?&lt;br /&gt;POis é....volta e meia tenho que me lembrar do quanto é assim...perdidinha heim amiga!!!!&lt;br /&gt;É se olhar e dar risada de si em plena curva acentuada da vida cruzando a linha dupla. Éeeee coragem...afinal tem que ter coragem pra fechar os olho e correr em busca de uma desejo que nem é o maior da vida toda...é quase uma seita a qual se vende a alma...pintou desejo? SE JOGA!!!&lt;br /&gt;É PERIGOSO MEU PAI&lt;br /&gt;É PERIGOSO............&lt;br /&gt;Se segura criatura!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5230109620777659553?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5230109620777659553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/graca-mesmo-e-nao-saber-de-nada-nem-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5230109620777659553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5230109620777659553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-2690982610989059405?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2690982610989059405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/sei-nao-mas-tenho-pra-mim-que-isso-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/2690982610989059405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/2690982610989059405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/sei-nao-mas-tenho-pra-mim-que-isso-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7893218859786221684</id><published>2010-07-24T13:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:41:43.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se meu mundo cair</title><content type='html'>Se meu mundo cair, então&lt;br /&gt;Caia devagar&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu queira assistir&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber evitar&lt;br /&gt;Cai por cima de mim&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai se machucar&lt;br /&gt;Ou surfar sobre a dor até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cola em mim até ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Coração no coração&lt;br /&gt;O umbigo tem frio&lt;br /&gt;E arrepio de sentir&lt;br /&gt;O que fica pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Até perder o chão&lt;br /&gt;Ter o mundo na mão&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter mais onde se segurar&lt;br /&gt;Se meu mundo cair&lt;br /&gt;Eu que aprenda a levitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................José MIguel Wisnik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7893218859786221684?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7893218859786221684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-meu-mundo-cair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7893218859786221684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7893218859786221684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-meu-mundo-cair.html' title='Se meu mundo cair'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6310958204219787169</id><published>2010-07-24T02:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:41:01.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já matei vc mil vezes&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor ainda vem&lt;br /&gt;Então me diga quantas vidas vc tem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, descobri q é um erro tentar matar o q não morre....rsrs&lt;br /&gt;Certo mesmo é deixar crescer o que vem brotando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6310958204219787169?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6310958204219787169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/ja-matei-vc-mil-vezes-seu-amor-ainda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6310958204219787169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6310958204219787169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/ja-matei-vc-mil-vezes-seu-amor-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6034141729799911750</id><published>2010-07-20T15:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:37:48.121-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pudera eu ter paradeiro que não o fim da vida? Ventos de todos os cantos me sopram, pudera eu com tanto encanto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6034141729799911750?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6034141729799911750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/pudera-eu-ter-paradeiro-que-nao-o-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6034141729799911750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6034141729799911750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/pudera-eu-ter-paradeiro-que-nao-o-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7195268999673141664</id><published>2010-07-18T23:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:21:39.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olha fazia muito tempo que não vinha aqui&lt;div&gt;Tanta coisa se passou...mas a verdade é que as vezes esqueço que tenho esse querido companheiro chamado BLOG pra contar minhas torturas, aventuras e travessuras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitas águas rolaram e sei que vou esquecer de coisas tão importantes quanto as que vão ser lembradas mas tudo bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha filha cresceu mais...e assim segue! Como a amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou fazendo aula de tango q é muito especial espero em breve estar fazendo Salsa e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gafieira&lt;/span&gt; também. O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gunnar&lt;/span&gt; fez sua primeira aula de Samba Rock...foi de mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consegui um emprego maravilhoso e difícil em absoluta proporção. Espero sobreviver e fazer valeu outras vidas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o grande motivo de estar aqui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt; é a MÚSICA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Noite Clara e eu fomos tocar em Campos do Jordão, onde jurei nunca mais voltar por causa do frio que passei em minha primeira visita a cidade...ironia total, passei calor lá, bem diferente do frio que venho sentindo em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sampa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que me aqueceu não foi só o sol, mas também a presença de todos eles, a receptividade do público, os técnicos de som, a música que fizemos, as oportunidades de talvez tenhamos criado, a esperança, os sonhos, o por do sol, a estrada, o céu estrelado e aquele abraço; ainda não sei porque mas esperava por ele a dias. Abraço de conto de fadas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que eles não sabem como isso me faz feliz, acho que não têm nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ideia&lt;/span&gt; do quanto me sinto completa em tal situação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por isso é que volto aqui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt;, pra por pra fora um grito de gozo e felicidade que não pude compartilhar com intensidade e que não quer me deixar dormir!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Girandeira&lt;/span&gt; eu Sou!&lt;/div&gt;Moço me fez girandeira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7195268999673141664?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5927179201159538161</id><published>2010-05-30T19:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:53:49.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra lá desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada profundo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5927179201159538161?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5927179201159538161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/pra-la-desse-mundo-obrigada-profundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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que poderia ter feito hj...&lt;br /&gt;Com isso, perdi a lua cheia que a noite me prometia...e trouxe&lt;br /&gt;Perdi também o amor da morena que ardia...e esperou.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se deu e se foi como não pensei que fosse&lt;br /&gt;O amor da morena esperou...queimou...e passou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q vacilão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4812522250668302972?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4812522250668302972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/deixei-pra-ontem-o-que-poderia-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não perca tempo assim contando estória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; pra que forçar tanto a memória...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8334410064469290532?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8334410064469290532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-perca-tempo-assim-contando-estoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8334410064469290532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Os quereres são burros pra caralho&lt;br /&gt;sem falar que são mestres em desencontro.&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera um querer quisesse o que também lhe quer, até parece...&lt;br /&gt;Só pesso, a quem quer que seja que ouve meus pedidos, que tudo fique bem, sabe,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo da minha solidão, mas tenho medo também da solidão alheia&lt;br /&gt;Deixa não gente...pra que tanta gente infeliz, descontente?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8026506392103954742?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8026506392103954742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-todos-os-lados-os-quereres-sufocam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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que for, com um erro gramatical qualquer, sem poesia alguma, se quer coerência...poucos saberão. &lt;div&gt;Só quero mesmo por pra fora o descontentamento aqui de dentro, por pra fora de vez por todas, passagem só de ida pra onde Judas perdeu as botas, ou além.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pouco me importa as dores as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lamurias&lt;/span&gt; e crises....QUERO É SER FELIZ PORRA!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6264041833851482748?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6264041833851482748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/adoro-saber-que-aqui-posso-falar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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fora&lt;br /&gt;inda mais aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Queimando o coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6070051785920542243?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6070051785920542243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/faz-calor-fora-inda-mais-aqui-dentro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6070051785920542243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6070051785920542243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6848544249174806233?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6848544249174806233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/chancletera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6848544249174806233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6848544249174806233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/chancletera.html' title='Chancletera'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-2920151015098976548</id><published>2009-12-20T00:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:12:24.963-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em meio a caminhada&lt;br /&gt;meus passos vão sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;no vazio dos caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;caminho...caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em vão?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-2920151015098976548?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-600141265078086587</id><published>2009-11-24T14:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:59:15.322-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E lá vem ela.....&lt;br /&gt;Eita vida doida essa minha&lt;br /&gt;já não bastasse saber ficar de ponta cabeça&lt;br /&gt;ela agora cismou de andar de costas....&lt;br /&gt;E eu?&lt;br /&gt;Passarinho n'água em meio a isso tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-600141265078086587?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/600141265078086587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-la-vem-ela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/600141265078086587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/600141265078086587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-la-vem-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4709474206814071943</id><published>2009-11-17T17:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:01:14.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deus,&lt;br /&gt;condenado eu fui&lt;br /&gt;a forjar o amor&lt;br /&gt;do aço do rancor&lt;br /&gt;E a transpor a leis&lt;br /&gt;mesquinhas dos mortais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4709474206814071943?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4709474206814071943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-1362095270185839312</id><published>2009-11-16T21:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:41:43.736-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quanto mais vou,&lt;br /&gt;mais a vida volta...&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeirinha sem graça!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-1362095270185839312?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1362095270185839312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/quanto-mais-vou-mais-vida-volta.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>Hj aconteceu de ter de outro o que sempre espero daquele.&lt;br /&gt;Porque outro não é aquele, ou aquele outro?&lt;br /&gt;Pudera eu escolher....felicidade seria minha companheira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8068977277861420447?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8068977277861420447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/hj-aconteceu-de-ter-de-outro-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8068977277861420447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;pousarei n'outro lugar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8775192942782528241?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8775192942782528241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/mas-qualquer-dia-isso-passa-qualquer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8775192942782528241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8775192942782528241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/mas-qualquer-dia-isso-passa-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5101808485837295269</id><published>2009-10-30T15:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:01:05.047-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu coração tropical está coberto de neve....já dizia João Bosco e Aldir....&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo isso acaba é que eu NÃO SEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"e levo a vida Bem melhor seguindo meu coração"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                (Djavan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5101808485837295269?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5101808485837295269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-coracao-tropical-esta-coberto-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5101808485837295269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5101808485837295269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/meu-coracao-tropical-esta-coberto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-276971372928229703</id><published>2009-10-07T15:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:02:23.585-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recostado no chão...&lt;br /&gt;Meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teto&lt;/span&gt; são copas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;árvores&lt;/span&gt;, quando mais lindas e menos eficientes&lt;br /&gt;Ou toldos cinzas e sujos em seu mais puro desencanto&lt;br /&gt;Olhares alheios meu alento e meu tormento&lt;br /&gt;Roendo no peito e no estômago a dor de ser sem saber o que.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-276971372928229703?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/276971372928229703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/recostado-no-chao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/276971372928229703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/276971372928229703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/recostado-no-chao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4633220251717929361</id><published>2009-09-16T22:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:39:56.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aos Olhos de DEUS..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4633220251717929361?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4633220251717929361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/aos-olhos-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4633220251717929361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4633220251717929361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/aos-olhos-de-deus.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6271923267882284813</id><published>2009-09-13T21:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:24:35.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estranho bonito dia pra se sentir alegria...kkkkkkkkkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;Será q sou bipolar?&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6271923267882284813?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6271923267882284813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/estranho-bonito-dia-pra-se-sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6271923267882284813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6271923267882284813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/estranho-bonito-dia-pra-se-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-2673523072791817145</id><published>2009-09-13T21:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:23:20.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá bom...tá bom.&lt;br /&gt;Vamo por pra fora......&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaahhhhha&lt;br /&gt;hhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAaaaaahhahha&lt;br /&gt;HHHAHHAhHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhHA&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHHHHhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaAAaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;ufa!&lt;br /&gt;Pronto agora posso dormir..rsrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-2673523072791817145?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6229787271501913487</id><published>2009-09-10T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:45:32.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hj me peguei sentindo inveja.&lt;br /&gt;É SEM DÚVIDA, A PIOR COISA Q JÁ SENTI EM TODA MINHA VIDA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6229787271501913487?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6229787271501913487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/hj-me-peguei-sentindo-inveja.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>Bem naquela noite...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a lua apontou dizendo..."toma cuidado menina q dentre minutos tomarei tua mente, teu corpo, teus desejos, te darei cheiro ardente, pele quente e olhar brilhando por mim...quero ver se és capaz!"&lt;br /&gt;Logo pensei...não sou não. E cai em fuga!&lt;br /&gt;Me fui pra outro ninho, bem meu, tanto quanto o teu.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, não havendo mais perigo me deixei tomar sem briga...me enfeitei ainda de odor de flor e outras nos cabelos, lábios brilhando tal qual os olhos da lua...na intenção de nada de ninguém, e leve por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;Quanta ingenuidade a minha achar q tudo me diria aquela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luazinha&lt;/span&gt;...sem vergonha, me aprontou a cama bem cheirosa pra dormir...era o q pensava eu, e que belo golpe me deu! Não queria me ver dormir coisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nenhuma&lt;/span&gt;, vejo agora que prefere ver os corpos rolando nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lençóis&lt;/span&gt;  noite a dentro, mas esqueceu de algo não?&lt;br /&gt;Sem dó nem piedade alguma: do teu pra o meu ninho e de volta pra o teu sem ao menos tocar o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Canalhice&lt;/span&gt; dessa lua!&lt;br /&gt;Rolar sozinha não tem graça &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nenhuma&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-289659516060195900?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/289659516060195900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/bem-naquela-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/289659516060195900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/289659516060195900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/bem-naquela-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5637490601917056900</id><published>2009-09-03T15:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:17:48.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amorando em meu jardim...&lt;div&gt;Namorando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor  morando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doces amoras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubros lábios negros olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumo doce na boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feito vida boa de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5637490601917056900?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5637490601917056900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/amorando-em-meu-jardim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5637490601917056900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5637490601917056900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/amorando-em-meu-jardim.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-321438825445379188</id><published>2009-08-29T15:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:41:40.301-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É, a saudade não avisa ao chegar...............</title><content type='html'>É dia de te ver, que sorte grande, sim senhor...&lt;br /&gt; É mamão no mel, algodão doce azul&lt;br /&gt; E é bom, acende uma alegria tipo curumim&lt;br /&gt; Por causa do que vibra dentro de você&lt;br /&gt; Você não tem idéia como sou feliz............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-321438825445379188?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/321438825445379188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-saudade-nao-avisa-ao-chegar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/321438825445379188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/321438825445379188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-saudade-nao-avisa-ao-chegar.html' title='É, a saudade não avisa ao chegar...............'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-1802563216411938214</id><published>2009-08-25T01:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:22:25.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Samba, meu samba&lt;br /&gt;do preto sorridente&lt;br /&gt;da pele quente&lt;br /&gt;de cheiro indecente&lt;br /&gt;da voz cadente&lt;br /&gt;cá dentro como trovão...&lt;br /&gt;tadinho do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Samba meu........samba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-1802563216411938214?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1802563216411938214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/samba-meu-samba-do-preto-sorridente-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1802563216411938214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1802563216411938214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/samba-meu-samba-do-preto-sorridente-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-8662006940613048359</id><published>2009-08-21T18:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:35:42.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por tudo....</title><content type='html'>Quero a canção dos amigos&lt;br /&gt;a risada dos amados&lt;br /&gt;o olhar da minha flor&lt;br /&gt;Quero a fruta mais doce&lt;br /&gt;O novo em folha&lt;br /&gt;E o perfume do antigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas de novo....de novo não,&lt;br /&gt; isso eu não quero&lt;br /&gt;Me permitam a paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8662006940613048359?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8662006940613048359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8662006940613048359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8662006940613048359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-tudo.html' title='Por tudo....'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-1583354995992759528</id><published>2009-08-19T14:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:33:54.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>do aborto....................</title><content type='html'>..."Quem nesta roda aqui já pariu um filho?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém...portanto vcs não sabem do que estão falando.&lt;br /&gt;Ou vcs acham justo que uma mulher grávida de 4 meses que foi ao médico fazer um ultrason e descobriu q seu filho não nascerá vivo, continue a gerar até o fim?&lt;br /&gt;Pra que? Pra que deixar isso continuar?&lt;br /&gt;Deixar apodrecer dentro de vc seus sonhos de ser mãe até crescer o suficiente...o peito incha, a barriga arrebenta em estrias, aperta rim, fígado, bexiga...vc mija o tempo todo, explode varizes na pernas, descalcifica os dentes e pra que?&lt;br /&gt;Pra quando chegar ao nono mês expelir a morte, ou uma tentativa frustrada de vida!&lt;br /&gt;E depois ver todo o leite q seu corpo produziu em esplendor indo ralo a baixo, enquanto ele consegue sair né porque logo logo ele vai empedrar, vai dar febre e dor...muita dor.&lt;br /&gt;Pra quando tudo isso "passar" ficar a marca pra o resto da vida...bem na alma.&lt;br /&gt;Pra o resto da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo aqui tem filho não tem?&lt;br /&gt;Então vamos supor que sua filha foi estuprada, ou mesmo sua mulher...pois é...ela engravidou do maldito e aí vai ou não vai ter? Vai assumir um filho fruto disso? Pra que?&lt;br /&gt;Pra criar mais um doente pra o mundo, como esse que estuprou?&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu que já pari...e que ainda assim rogo aos Deuses todos os dias para que nada disso aconteça a minha flor e a todas as flores deste mundo...eu posso dizer, q ninguém aqui sabe realmente do que está falando.&lt;br /&gt;Quem aqui é macumbeiro? Olha só quantos macumbeiros.........macumbeiro porra nenhuma!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vcs são macumbeiros PORRA NENHUMA!&lt;br /&gt;Estão aqui exaltando e proclamando as leis que uma tal de igreja católica implantou no mundo...essa instituição é a instituição mais criminosa e mais hipócrita de todos os tempos...inquisição, pedofilia, estupros e milhares e milhares de abortos praticados por freiras sob pressão dos escândalos.&lt;br /&gt;Essa igreja católica está corroendo a mente de muitos a milênios, as mentes e corações e enquanto isso muitas almas vivem o inferno antes mesmo de morrer.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isso cai nas costas de um Deus que só tenta o tempo todo deixar a gente ser feliz, mas os homens dizem na bíblia q foi Deus quem disse que era pecado...eu tenho pena do Deus católico...esse é sem dúvida o Deus mais injustiçado do mundo todo. Desse nem Exú ganha.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vcs, vcs que são batalhadores dessa vida, q já comem o pão que o diabo amassou...vcs me vêem com o discurso do opressor...vcs......&lt;br /&gt;Vcs não sabem do que estão falando!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-1583354995992759528?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1583354995992759528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1583354995992759528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1583354995992759528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='do aborto....................'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-2617829510629079615</id><published>2009-08-18T22:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:38:42.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu Deus pra que lado vai tanto e tudo? Puta merda viu...quero deixar aqui minha reclamação...pois sei até onde é minha parte, e tudo que está ao meu alcance eu fiz e faço.....Pra que?&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter q ainda assim sentir de novo esse sentimento absurdo? Pra quem eu recorro meu...Q BOSTA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-2617829510629079615?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2617829510629079615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-deus-pra-que-lado-vai-tanto-e-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/2617829510629079615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/2617829510629079615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-deus-pra-que-lado-vai-tanto-e-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7292181364033251416</id><published>2009-08-11T12:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:45:19.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como assim invade desse jeito sem nem perceber?&lt;br /&gt;Mas também pudera...é encanto puro&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendendo sempre com esse&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso de lua em noite clara.&lt;br /&gt;Pudera meu pai...pudera.............&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7292181364033251416?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7292181364033251416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-assim-invade-desse-jeito-sem-nem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7292181364033251416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7292181364033251416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-assim-invade-desse-jeito-sem-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4038351182041220070</id><published>2009-08-02T13:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:45:18.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ê vida tola.......vai o tempo vai.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4038351182041220070?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4038351182041220070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-vida-tola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4038351182041220070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4038351182041220070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-vida-tola.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-795230794442751498</id><published>2009-07-31T19:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:41:14.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rogo aos Deuses........</title><content type='html'>Encanto acima de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixem perder&lt;br /&gt;O brilho nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;O exaltar do coração,&lt;br /&gt;O arrepio na pele,&lt;br /&gt;O amor ao Próximo&lt;br /&gt;e a satisfação da alma no que há de mais simples...&lt;br /&gt;Encanta-me senhora dos Ventos...encanta-me.&lt;br /&gt;E obrigada por tudo que já foi e será!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-795230794442751498?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-859040733486001197</id><published>2009-07-25T13:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:49:35.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora é q são elas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/Sms1NjvROeI/AAAAAAAAADU/nbusCKimJHI/s1600-h/ogum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/Sms1NjvROeI/AAAAAAAAADU/nbusCKimJHI/s320/ogum2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362438288362781154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da riqueza, da força, da vitória, da proteção........................................&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai Ogún, prefundezas à dentro em meu coração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-859040733486001197?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/859040733486001197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/agora-e-q-sao-elas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/859040733486001197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/859040733486001197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/agora-e-q-sao-elas.html' title='Agora é q são elas.....'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/Sms1NjvROeI/AAAAAAAAADU/nbusCKimJHI/s72-c/ogum2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-8484665513327463646</id><published>2009-07-24T21:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:42:49.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Dor.............</title><content type='html'>Olha, sua dorsinha fria e desumana, assim que possível pode ir embora, faço questão nehuma de te-la por perto. Muito menos assim tão perto...a ponto de invadir meus sonhos, meus dias, minhas veias. A troco de que me fez e continua fazendo tudo isso?&lt;br /&gt;Parta&lt;br /&gt;....vai-te embora junto a próxima embarcação...aquela que parte ao fim de cada noite ao alvorecer do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Vái-te a merda..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8484665513327463646?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8484665513327463646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8484665513327463646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8484665513327463646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-dor.html' title='Da Dor.............'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-1361815505682340149</id><published>2009-07-22T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:15:20.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anestesia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Geraaaaal...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-1361815505682340149?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1361815505682340149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/anestesia-geraaaaal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1361815505682340149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/1361815505682340149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/anestesia-geraaaaal.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6850478694196491873</id><published>2009-07-21T19:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:40:54.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SmZD4nxNHOI/AAAAAAAAADM/49irSgirY18/s1600-h/Imagem021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SmZD4nxNHOI/AAAAAAAAADM/49irSgirY18/s320/Imagem021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047046458252514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da diversidade.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6850478694196491873?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6850478694196491873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-previlegio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6850478694196491873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/6850478694196491873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-previlegio.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SmZD4nxNHOI/AAAAAAAAADM/49irSgirY18/s72-c/Imagem021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5309577415981412097</id><published>2009-07-21T19:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:21:55.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De novo?????</title><content type='html'>Será q existem meios de pôr uma barreira entre os meus sentimentos e o seus pressentimentos ? Vc intuiu...de novo...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5309577415981412097?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5309577415981412097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5309577415981412097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5309577415981412097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-novo.html' title='De novo?????'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5413255505204506114</id><published>2009-07-21T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:53:20.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Veludo no tom....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5413255505204506114?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5413255505204506114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/veludo-no-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5413255505204506114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5413255505204506114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/veludo-no-tom.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4632042100748606289</id><published>2009-07-21T01:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:52:16.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Samba..........</title><content type='html'>....meu coração viu no contraste do teu sorriso a possibilidade de um suspiro aliviado....a esperança de não mais doer...&lt;br /&gt;ô lindeza meu Pai...&lt;br /&gt;Salve o samba...q em mim fez berço e traçou ninho&lt;br /&gt;E salve a vida...que com asé e mandinga&lt;br /&gt;fez brotar de minh'alma a vontade de teu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso de lua em noite limpa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4632042100748606289?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4632042100748606289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-samba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4632042100748606289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4632042100748606289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-samba.html' title='Do Samba..........'/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-8518747139089763067</id><published>2009-07-20T15:48:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:16:35.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraguimentado mas, meu......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Nós dois no cavalo de Ogún&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Nós juntos parecendo um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Na rua na lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;na NASA em casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Brasa da boca de um dragão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Dá o seu gosto de desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;dá os seus olhos de menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dá o seu gosto de desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;dá o seu beijo despojado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;seus pensamentos mais intensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;o seu rosto de pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;nos gemidos q desordenam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;as mãos que me fazem entender Adão..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"...Quero dançar com vc, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;dançar com vc..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Eu gosto tanto de vc......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Há beleza no rio do meu canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Há beleza em tudo q há no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Porem nada com certeza é mais bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Q quando lembro dos olhos do meu bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Se ao menos o meu amor estivesse aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e pudesse ouvir seu coração..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"as vezes parece um tambor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;mas não é tambor nem nada é o coração..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8518747139089763067?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8518747139089763067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-6729367578857888446</id><published>2009-07-19T20:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:06:22.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oxalá meu pai, grande luz de amor e de paz&lt;br /&gt;Abençôa meus caminhos, ilumina minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E perdoa os que comigo erram,&lt;br /&gt;mas os ensinem a caminhar na longa estrada do amor ao próximo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-6729367578857888446?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6729367578857888446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5113373296531449094</id><published>2009-07-19T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:50:42.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"diga lá meu coração conta as histórias das pessoas, das estradas dessa vida.........&lt;br /&gt;chora essa saudade estrangulada,&lt;br /&gt;fale sem vc não há mais nada&lt;br /&gt;olhe bem nos olhos da morena&lt;br /&gt;e veja lá no fundo a luz daquela primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Durma qual criança no seu colo&lt;br /&gt;sinta o cheiro forte do seu solo&lt;br /&gt;Passe as mãos em seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;diga um verso bem bonito e de novo vá embora.&lt;br /&gt;Diga lá meu coração que ela está dentro em meu peito e bem guardada&lt;br /&gt;e que é preciso,&lt;br /&gt;mais que nunca,&lt;br /&gt;prosseguir............&lt;div 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Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-80101667174068787</id><published>2009-07-18T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:49:46.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SmInBX7fo_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/vKstAmXfNV4/s1600-h/Ali+tirou+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SmInBX7fo_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/vKstAmXfNV4/s320/Ali+tirou+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359889411081217010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Vazio...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-80101667174068787?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/80101667174068787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/80101667174068787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/80101667174068787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SmInBX7fo_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/vKstAmXfNV4/s72-c/Ali+tirou+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7784772145712192817</id><published>2009-07-18T16:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:10:12.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dias sem palavras...dias atráz.&lt;br /&gt;Hj dias de palavras amargas e profunda angústia...ainda sem palavras que discreva.&lt;br /&gt;Um vão entre meu mundo e meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Festejar o que?&lt;br /&gt;A dor do injusto julgo? A descrença em tudo q foi meu? A tristeza do fim e do começo? Ou todo o resto que vai muito bem obrigada...mas e o vão entre o resto e eu?&lt;br /&gt;Dói simplesmente....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7784772145712192817?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7784772145712192817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dias-sem-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7784772145712192817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7784772145712192817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/dias-sem-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-2188409317437624068</id><published>2009-07-12T23:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:17:16.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deus, sei q todos chamam por vc nessas horas e q é até pouco criativo da minha parte, mas é q o q peço é pequenininho...peço que encaminhe um anjo bem bondoso para que o leve um sonho bem bonitinho desses que dá mais vontade de viver...e alivia o coração das angústias...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-2188409317437624068?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2188409317437624068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/deus-sei-q-todos-chamam-por-vc-nessas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/2188409317437624068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/2188409317437624068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/deus-sei-q-todos-chamam-por-vc-nessas.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-5151308339455261571</id><published>2009-07-12T23:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:45:44.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peço aos Deuses agora com todo meu carinho e meu amor que lhe tragam um bom sono e um lindo sonho revigorante, tal qual a sensação de passear em um vasto campo de Girassol em um dia azul...ao lado o brilho dos olhos de quem se ama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-5151308339455261571?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5151308339455261571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/peco-aos-deuses-agora-com-todo-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5151308339455261571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/5151308339455261571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/peco-aos-deuses-agora-com-todo-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-8231145561751359434</id><published>2009-07-12T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:51:14.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SlqE3ecWyYI/AAAAAAAAACs/vXYmJjUIQwM/s1600-h/Rafael+Franja+-+Chorinho+-+Monte+Azul+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SlqE3ecWyYI/AAAAAAAAACs/vXYmJjUIQwM/s320/Rafael+Franja+-+Chorinho+-+Monte+Azul+283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357740795310295426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da delicadeza....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-8231145561751359434?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8231145561751359434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-delicadeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8231145561751359434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/8231145561751359434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-delicadeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SlqE3ecWyYI/AAAAAAAAACs/vXYmJjUIQwM/s72-c/Rafael+Franja+-+Chorinho+-+Monte+Azul+283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-168632630948245313</id><published>2009-07-12T04:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:52:45.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje rolou um papo sobre menino de rua em nossa cozinha socio-cultura-educacional &amp;amp; besterol...rs.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de um sambista que eu adimiro muito ...o Petróleo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Violenta Pátria que pariu&lt;br /&gt;mais um pra comer o que não tem&lt;br /&gt;mais um que batalha pra chegar&lt;br /&gt;deixado como se não fosse ninguém&lt;br /&gt;pior do que não saber pra onde vai&lt;br /&gt;é de onde se vem..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O samba desse cara merece ser conhecido e reconhecido! Sem falar que tem o sorriso mais contagiante da Praça...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-168632630948245313?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/168632630948245313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-rolou-um-papo-sobre-menino-de-rua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/168632630948245313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/168632630948245313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-rolou-um-papo-sobre-menino-de-rua.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7570332527554924014</id><published>2009-07-12T03:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:35:19.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SlmCcHkba2I/AAAAAAAAACk/XwX00ifHZr4/s1600-h/Eu+pintura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SlmCcHkba2I/AAAAAAAAACk/XwX00ifHZr4/s320/Eu+pintura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357456651313703778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu aguento até rigores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não tenho pena dos traídos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu hospedo infratores e banidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu respeito conveniências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não ligo pra conchavos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu suporto aparências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não gosto de maus tratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aguento até os modernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; E seus segundos cadernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu aguento até os caretas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; E suas verdades perfeitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu aguento até os estetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não julgo competência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não ligo pra etiqueta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu aplaudo rebeldias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu respeito tiranias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; E compreendo piedades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não condeno mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não condeno vaidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; O que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Não, não gosto dos bons modos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Não gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu gosto dos que têm fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Dos que morrem de vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Dos que secam de desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Dos que ardem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(As vezes até esqueço que é assim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7570332527554924014?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7570332527554924014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-aguento-ate-rigores-eu-nao-tenho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7570332527554924014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7570332527554924014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-aguento-ate-rigores-eu-nao-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/SlmCcHkba2I/AAAAAAAAACk/XwX00ifHZr4/s72-c/Eu+pintura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-7086297923225700168</id><published>2009-07-12T02:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:11:29.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe o q é mais engraçado....é q desde d q criei esse blog hj foi a primeira vez q tive vontade de botar pra fora coisa boa...botar pra fora por que é tão boa e grande q não cabe no peito. Pobre de mim que pelo jeito vou ter mesmo q conviver com isso sozinha. Difícil controlar meus ímpetos de ciganear pela vida mais uma vez...assim feito nuvem que passa só pra banhar dia cheio de verão...água de tempestade! E ainda vem vc com essa tão pouca vontade, com essa inexistente coragem, com essa falta de intensidade transformando em trovões e relâmpagos os dias de sol que venho de todo bom grado te oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Vc não merece meus cuidados...vou da-lo ao mundo ou quem sabe um pouco presentear a mim mesma com tais mimos.&lt;br /&gt;Pena que com isso acabo dormindo sozinha com esse pé gelado...ai, esse pé de nordestina irremediável....rs. Acho que pior ainda é a existência da meia...merda, se não fosse ela, vc seria obrigado a vir dormir comigo. Coisa inútil, invenção mais desumana...antes disso nunca tinha reparado como a meia separa as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Amo vc mas pelo jeito vou ter que amar só pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-7086297923225700168?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7086297923225700168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabe-o-q-e-mais-engracado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7086297923225700168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/7086297923225700168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabe-o-q-e-mais-engracado.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-978607158396452369</id><published>2009-07-09T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:34:52.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes parece um tambor,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é tambor nem nada, é o coração&lt;br /&gt;Que fica entre a paz e o terror&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo a sua cara&lt;br /&gt;Entre as caras da multidão&lt;br /&gt;Logo fico cansado&lt;br /&gt;Como se tivesse estado a correr&lt;br /&gt;Num segundo já me sintoSem uma gota de sangue&lt;br /&gt;Mal consigo respirar, sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus sabe o saldo&lt;br /&gt;Creditado ao amor que lhe dou&lt;br /&gt;Se terei sono tranqüilo ou vida sobressaltada&lt;br /&gt;Não sei nada, não sei nada.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pro sol, vencer o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Admitir, brigar com o par..&lt;br /&gt;Isso é nada!&lt;br /&gt;Não ter você, cair em si,&lt;br /&gt;Morrer de amor não é o fim mas me acaba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Certas canções que ouço cabem tão dentro de mim, que perguntar carece, como não fui eu quem fiz...")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-978607158396452369?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/978607158396452369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-parece-um-tambor-mas-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/978607158396452369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/978607158396452369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-parece-um-tambor-mas-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4716841972807405143</id><published>2009-07-08T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:59:47.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;POIS É...ONTEM NEM DORMI...de novo...E NEM FOI POR CULPA DO ALERTA DE MENSSAGEM DO MEU CELULAR Q TOCOU INUMERAS VEZES...E SIM PELO JEITO QUE ELE TOCOU...assim dizendo: É ELE! DESTA VEZ É ELE.&lt;br /&gt;CERTA DISSO, CORRI DO MEU PESADO E CANSADO SONO PRA LER EM QUAL DAS FERIDAS IRIA DOER DESSA VEZ.&lt;br /&gt;Que mazoquismo ridículo.....&lt;br /&gt;OU SERÁ SADISMO?&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa dormi porra.&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos quando o meu corpo decide por si só q é isso q deve fazer...dormir; Sim porque venho a meses fazendo um tremendo esforço de cair na cama já desmaiada pra não correr o risco de lembrar...se isso acontece não durmo mais, e sim, viajo pra outro plano pra o encontrar mesmo sabendo q corro um risco tremendo de encontrar de qualquer maneira...batata!!! PESADELO DE NOVO.&lt;br /&gt;ONTEM MEU CORPO QUIS SOZINHO DORMIR SÓ...pena q vc intuiu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4716841972807405143?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4716841972807405143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/pois-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4716841972807405143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4716841972807405143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/pois-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448459683406422619.post-4948667659604846368</id><published>2009-07-08T19:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:47:48.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"NÃO DEIXE O AMOR PASSAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de agora isso me parecer tão bobo quanto poeminhas feitos no ensino fundamental, um dia acreditei e sei q ainda voltarei a ver o amor com tal ingenuidade...ato louco mas necessário na formação de um ser...saber se entrgar...não deixar amargar. O q mais me dói é saber q muitos nessa vida morrem sem ao menos ter tido a oportunidade de ganhar tal presente dos Deuses em quanto outros morrem se lamentando por ter deixado esse amor ir embora. (Seja qual for o motivo).&lt;br /&gt;Quanto aos que acham que o amor passa.................................................é&lt;br /&gt;Ele passa sim é verdade, mas só se vc deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Á quem nunca amou: não se arrisque a dizer o q acha que sabe sobre o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;Como já dito foi por Paulinho da Viola: "Quem sabe de tudo não fale, quem não sabe nada &lt;em&gt;SE CALE&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;Amo Paulinho da Viola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448459683406422619-4948667659604846368?l=anapauladapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4948667659604846368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar-quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4948667659604846368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448459683406422619/posts/default/4948667659604846368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anapauladapaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula da Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05508649764879355021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAkrW1wra8E/S5q4xP4uNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jxUoZbXd4bM/S220/smile+meu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
