<?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-8861700806766863951</id><updated>2012-01-10T11:23:31.499-08:00</updated><category term='fascínio'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='juntos'/><category term='amor'/><category term='chora'/><category term='Poema pra começar bem o blog'/><category term='alegria'/><category term='triste'/><category term='Família'/><category term='pais'/><category term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Transcendência Poética</title><subtitle type='html'>A arte das palavras!
Por Amanda Bonatti</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-1932616056924630927</id><published>2012-01-10T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:23:31.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quando a primeira gota caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Muita gente sorriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É água pra molhar a plantação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É água pra acalmar o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quando a primeira gota caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Muita gente sorriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É água pra o jardim regar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É água pra criança brincar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quando caíram as primeiras gotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Correram para se proteger, cinco garotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Resmungaram ter que esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A chuva que não queria parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E foi dia, foi noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Foi noite e dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Noites traiçoeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Madrugadas inteiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E assim inundaram-se sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mudaram-se planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;As gotas que mudaram o trajeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Do rio da vida que hoje é incerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quando a última gota caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Muita gente sorriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É sol pra secar a minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É sol pra evaporar minha tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quando a ultima gota caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Muita gente chorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pois de tudo que da tinham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quase nada restou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-1932616056924630927?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/1932616056924630927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=1932616056924630927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1932616056924630927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1932616056924630927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1932616056924630927' title='Gotas'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-5849997334492205393</id><published>2012-01-10T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:09:56.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro nosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ei!Parem agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nãoestão vendo o mundo acabar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Comtoda essa desunião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ninguémmais irá amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Paremtodos! O que é isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;É sóguerra e destruição?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oque passa em suas mentes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tenhomá intuição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vejam!Ninguém mais terá amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Serãotodos traidores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Separassem pra pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nãoseriam sofredores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nestemundo desonesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Jánão dá mais pra viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Semter que se preocupar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Comquem vai conviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Claro!Não pensarão em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Masquando não puderem mais lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Seráque terá alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Queirá vos ajudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Porquê? Vocês pensam que são únicos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eque tem toda a razão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Masserá que não vos falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Maisamor, mais união?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-5849997334492205393?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/5849997334492205393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=5849997334492205393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/5849997334492205393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/5849997334492205393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#5849997334492205393' title='Futuro nosso'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-842914023362973415</id><published>2012-01-10T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:08:23.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lembrançasde você são fotografias em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gostosasde relembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cadapedra, cada folha, grama e suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Estampadasnum outdoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nadafoi esquecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vocêestá em mim como uma fotografia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eternalembrança do que um dia me fez feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Doque um dia eu sempre quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Assimnão te perco, e não me perco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tetendo assim, tão perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Acessível,é desse jeito que eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Éassim que me engano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Comouma tatuagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tãocerto como dizem que é o destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Éassim que deve ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tãocerto como sol queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Evocê está em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-large;"&gt;E euestou sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-842914023362973415?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/842914023362973415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=842914023362973415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/842914023362973415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/842914023362973415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#842914023362973415' title='Fotografia'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-2903950241394973540</id><published>2012-01-10T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:05:41.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi pouco</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ganhei o mundo quando pus meus olhos nosteus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Na me vias, apenas eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E ainda assim... Foi pouco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E sei, é pouco quando de longe te observo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É muito quando finjo que não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando espero teu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ganhei o céu quando enfim te vi ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Expressão máxima dos meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Escondido entre outros mil, que eu não vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-2903950241394973540?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/2903950241394973540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=2903950241394973540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2903950241394973540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2903950241394973540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#2903950241394973540' title='Foi pouco'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-364265000920075499</id><published>2012-01-10T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:03:15.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chora'/><title type='text'>Fingimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Agoraeu só quero brincar de contos de fadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Fingirum sorriso mais triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Maiscinza do que a do meu semblante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quandodesesperado, chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-364265000920075499?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/364265000920075499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=364265000920075499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/364265000920075499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/364265000920075499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#364265000920075499' title='Fingimento'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6502777284192216053</id><published>2012-01-10T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:02:00.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>FERIDA ABERTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tira de mim esta dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Enlouquece-me, me esquece e desaparece,amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Acordar, sonhar, dormir, te sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Era tão lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ouvir e dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amo você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hoje eu apenas abro os olhos para o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Meu coração está fechado, dormente,demente, doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6502777284192216053?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6502777284192216053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6502777284192216053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6502777284192216053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6502777284192216053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#6502777284192216053' title='FERIDA ABERTA'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-758840134328580118</id><published>2012-01-10T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:57:20.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favo de mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moçodos lábios de mel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teudoce me dá prazer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nãodeixe jamais faltar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Açúcarno seu viver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poisquando tocaste em mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jápude perceber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quemeus lábios somente e pra sempre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seuslábios irão de querer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deonde vem tanta doçura?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deque flor colhe teu encanto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enquantohouver voz pra cantar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prati, eu canto e danço!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-758840134328580118?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/758840134328580118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=758840134328580118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/758840134328580118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/758840134328580118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#758840134328580118' title='Favo de mel'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-1439210247650306927</id><published>2012-01-10T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:55:43.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fascínio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Fascínio</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Eis o porquê te escolhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Tens no sorriso uma alegria que brinda avida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Como um girassol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Que sempre procura a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;O passo firme, mas gracioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Num tom decidido, que me provoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;És formoso em beleza e cativas com teuolhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Deixa-me inebriada e palpitando o coraçãoenquanto falas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Fazes-me beber do teu encantamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Tira-me a paz e o sossego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;E do relance em que te vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Já não pude mais te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-1439210247650306927?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/1439210247650306927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=1439210247650306927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1439210247650306927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1439210247650306927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#1439210247650306927' title='Fascínio'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-3959520691069963471</id><published>2012-01-02T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:17:18.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU QUERO UM AMOR ASSIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxbXdMleCMA/TwGuMfjTwvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wAJzxg17lj8/s1600/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxbXdMleCMA/TwGuMfjTwvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wAJzxg17lj8/s400/untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero alguém para acorrentar-se a minha alma, fazer morada, invadir-me e vencer todos os meus medos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Que entenda os ruídos do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Quando grita e quando chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Eu quero um amor que me transborde, que fique e que chore, não tendo receios de não ser amado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Quando chegar a noite, esse amor vai compreender que tudo tem um momento e um destino e ver magia nas coisas simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Vai sentir que o sol quando esquenta nossa pele, não é somente isso, é calor de Deus, é a vida, é o mistério, é o milagre que nos faz estar aqui para senti-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Eu quero um amor que me escute enquanto eu falo coisas sem sentido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Que deite em meu colo, mas que não caiba nele;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Quero alguém onde eu possa me enxergar em seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Quero um amor pra amar seu sorriso, quero um amor e envolver-me em seus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Quero um amor pra chamar de meu, e ser amada sendo dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Eu quero você que anda por aí a minha procura....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-3959520691069963471?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/3959520691069963471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=3959520691069963471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3959520691069963471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3959520691069963471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3959520691069963471' title='EU QUERO UM AMOR ASSIM'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxbXdMleCMA/TwGuMfjTwvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wAJzxg17lj8/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-1172764211078370761</id><published>2011-12-19T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:59:17.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOcolIxsw94/Tu-Hg9BkOtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1lrSgihkrjY/s1600/DSC00245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOcolIxsw94/Tu-Hg9BkOtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1lrSgihkrjY/s400/DSC00245.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fotografia e Poema: Amanda Bonatti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-1172764211078370761?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/1172764211078370761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=1172764211078370761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1172764211078370761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1172764211078370761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#1172764211078370761' title=''/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOcolIxsw94/Tu-Hg9BkOtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1lrSgihkrjY/s72-c/DSC00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-3702182833783140400</id><published>2011-12-19T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:01:52.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poesia e o Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2wio7w67e8/Tu-EqICEQlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xJQf0vAkTno/s400/DSC00244.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2wio7w67e8/Tu-EqICEQlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xJQf0vAkTno/s1600/DSC00244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema e Fotografia&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;: Amanda Bonatti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta obra está licenciada.&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Você pode copiar, distribuir, exibir, executar, desde que seja dado crédito ao autor original (Você deve citar a autoria de Amanda Bonatti) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Você não pode fazer uso comercial desta obra. Você não pode criar obras derivadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-3702182833783140400?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/3702182833783140400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=3702182833783140400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3702182833783140400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3702182833783140400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#3702182833783140400' title='A poesia e o Poeta'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2wio7w67e8/Tu-EqICEQlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xJQf0vAkTno/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6711863914125666376</id><published>2011-12-19T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:08:59.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Pais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdF_L_Dm6ug/Tu-BRfhn4zI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1cXY2Vs5XB4/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC09708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdF_L_Dm6ug/Tu-BRfhn4zI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1cXY2Vs5XB4/s400/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC09708.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Clique na imagem para AMPLIAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema  Fotografia: Amanda Bonatti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta obra está licenciada. Você pode copiar, distribuir, exibir, executar, desde que seja dado crédito ao autor original (Você deve citar a autoria de Amanda Bonatti) &lt;br /&gt;Você não pode fazer uso comercial desta obra. Você não pode criar obras derivadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6711863914125666376?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6711863914125666376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6711863914125666376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6711863914125666376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6711863914125666376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6711863914125666376' title='Pais'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xdF_L_Dm6ug/Tu-BRfhn4zI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1cXY2Vs5XB4/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC09708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-2691386910372422895</id><published>2011-12-19T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:22:13.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felicidade'/><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFmYbSnYZY4/Tu9_Eno2LfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/j4yPf6W2HnQ/s1600/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFmYbSnYZY4/Tu9_Eno2LfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/j4yPf6W2HnQ/s400/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-2691386910372422895?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/2691386910372422895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=2691386910372422895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2691386910372422895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2691386910372422895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#2691386910372422895' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFmYbSnYZY4/Tu9_Eno2LfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/j4yPf6W2HnQ/s72-c/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-7205487969740682607</id><published>2011-12-19T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:12:03.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juntos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsQ6GTLet3A/Tu99-I6FfpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MAQNH2iUN7k/s1600/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsQ6GTLet3A/Tu99-I6FfpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MAQNH2iUN7k/s400/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-7205487969740682607?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/7205487969740682607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=7205487969740682607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7205487969740682607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7205487969740682607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#7205487969740682607' title=''/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsQ6GTLet3A/Tu99-I6FfpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MAQNH2iUN7k/s72-c/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-4103600951998844401</id><published>2011-12-19T10:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:05:39.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44g4leBFBNs/Tu99S4TtfYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZpXRDoLm09Q/s1600/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44g4leBFBNs/Tu99S4TtfYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZpXRDoLm09Q/s400/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09674.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clique na imagem para AMPLIAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Poema: Amanda Bonatti&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia: Amanda Bonatti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-4103600951998844401?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/4103600951998844401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=4103600951998844401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/4103600951998844401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/4103600951998844401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#4103600951998844401' title='Amo-te'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44g4leBFBNs/Tu99S4TtfYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZpXRDoLm09Q/s72-c/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC09674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-7699845146053319351</id><published>2011-12-15T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:45.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Eu e você</title><content type='html'>Agora somos somente eu e você&lt;br /&gt;As palavras e o vento&lt;br /&gt;As rimas e o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza, amor, dissabor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cortina que baila&lt;br /&gt;E o ruído da rua, já não os percebo&lt;br /&gt;Agora somos apenas dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu e o livro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drrq5Lv4CWI/Tuo-2dOi-NI/AAAAAAAAATE/qpdHAh0k3Gs/s1600/poeta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drrq5Lv4CWI/Tuo-2dOi-NI/AAAAAAAAATE/qpdHAh0k3Gs/s400/poeta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-7699845146053319351?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/7699845146053319351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=7699845146053319351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7699845146053319351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7699845146053319351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#7699845146053319351' title='Eu e você'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drrq5Lv4CWI/Tuo-2dOi-NI/AAAAAAAAATE/qpdHAh0k3Gs/s72-c/poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-1599271766308847226</id><published>2011-12-15T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:45.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Então é amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg56jJznZsI/Tuo9Ux7dHkI/AAAAAAAAASs/DjVZ9UWV57w/s1600/amor-crianca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg56jJznZsI/Tuo9Ux7dHkI/AAAAAAAAASs/DjVZ9UWV57w/s400/amor-crianca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é amor...&lt;br /&gt;Pois mais nada assim poderia ser&lt;br /&gt;Desse jeito assim, gostoso de gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é amor!&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento além&lt;br /&gt;Coração flutuante... &lt;br /&gt;De um jeito pássaro...&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade, brisa fresca, sensação de paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-1599271766308847226?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/1599271766308847226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=1599271766308847226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1599271766308847226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1599271766308847226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#1599271766308847226' title='Então é amor'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zg56jJznZsI/Tuo9Ux7dHkI/AAAAAAAAASs/DjVZ9UWV57w/s72-c/amor-crianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-3474380019348620174</id><published>2011-12-15T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:45.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>E se for, volte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rNNoVMd4R8/Tuo8HFSBRXI/AAAAAAAAASg/3RCXh1qWKoA/s1600/lareira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rNNoVMd4R8/Tuo8HFSBRXI/AAAAAAAAASg/3RCXh1qWKoA/s400/lareira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos o nosso sono&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos o nosso tempo&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo é precioso&lt;br /&gt;Antes que você se vá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beba um pouco de conhaque&lt;br /&gt;Espere a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero que você se molhe&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero que você se vá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-3474380019348620174?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/3474380019348620174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=3474380019348620174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3474380019348620174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3474380019348620174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#3474380019348620174' title='E se for, volte'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6rNNoVMd4R8/Tuo8HFSBRXI/AAAAAAAAASg/3RCXh1qWKoA/s72-c/lareira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-7622430374522696298</id><published>2011-12-15T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:45.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>E onde você está?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcvtBXnmqVU/Tuo7FHTxOSI/AAAAAAAAASU/3yBmzxAuL7o/s1600/chuva-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="309" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcvtBXnmqVU/Tuo7FHTxOSI/AAAAAAAAASU/3yBmzxAuL7o/s400/chuva-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vim aqui para lhe falar&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje é a ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho mais nada a perder&lt;br /&gt;O que eu mais queria eu já perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu ando pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ando em círculos&lt;br /&gt;E cadê você?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco a noção do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá adiante você também não está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então meu mundo fica triste&lt;br /&gt;Cinza triste, apagado, escuro.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é noite em mim&lt;br /&gt;E onde você está?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-7622430374522696298?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/7622430374522696298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=7622430374522696298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7622430374522696298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7622430374522696298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#7622430374522696298' title='E onde você está?'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcvtBXnmqVU/Tuo7FHTxOSI/AAAAAAAAASU/3yBmzxAuL7o/s72-c/chuva-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-8940316793689449449</id><published>2011-12-15T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:45.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>É o que há</title><content type='html'>Por entre a noite fria&lt;br /&gt;Pode-se perceber&lt;br /&gt;as palavras me confundem&lt;br /&gt;e vão contra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebendo ou cantando&lt;br /&gt;o medo me faz tremer&lt;br /&gt;quando nem sei o que estou falando&lt;br /&gt;faz sentido pra você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, devo reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;Se não há frio&lt;br /&gt;Se não há noite&lt;br /&gt;Há saudade de você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-8940316793689449449?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/8940316793689449449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=8940316793689449449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/8940316793689449449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/8940316793689449449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#8940316793689449449' title='É o que há'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-8782281346646239021</id><published>2011-12-15T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:45.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dueto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap2KNTJ7UNA/Tuo34OuPFoI/AAAAAAAAASI/uTdRMHZzPqQ/s1600/3473487134_96998f361f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap2KNTJ7UNA/Tuo34OuPFoI/AAAAAAAAASI/uTdRMHZzPqQ/s400/3473487134_96998f361f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou no paraíso, sentado na areia em frente ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento deitado nas águas de ondas claras&lt;br /&gt;A lua em sintonia com o desejo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Deite em meu colo, fique até clarear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva de estrelas ilumina o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Colado ao meu, em uma mistura de calor,&lt;br /&gt;Sem você não existiria paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;Não enxergaria o que preciso,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o que preciso é de ti, amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu perfume viaja calmo por esse céu&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o contorno da felicidade se desenhar em nós&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos me dizem que sou parte do seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me em ti, nesse luau de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos dois corações&lt;br /&gt;Escrevendo a mais linda das canções&lt;br /&gt;Somos dois mundos que foram se cruzar&lt;br /&gt;Somos o encontro da lua quando deita no mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-8782281346646239021?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/8782281346646239021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=8782281346646239021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/8782281346646239021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/8782281346646239021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#8782281346646239021' title='Dueto'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ap2KNTJ7UNA/Tuo34OuPFoI/AAAAAAAAASI/uTdRMHZzPqQ/s72-c/3473487134_96998f361f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6544308560287380206</id><published>2011-12-08T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:45.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Diz pra mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yKaurvkBcA/TuD9UQwsU_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/_Ud7WYe_Jrw/s1600/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yKaurvkBcA/TuD9UQwsU_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/_Ud7WYe_Jrw/s400/amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é o amor da minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;O que se foi ou o que ainda virá?&lt;br /&gt;O que me deixou? Ou que quer me encontrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz pra mim quem irá me fazer mais feliz?&lt;br /&gt;O que ficou só na lembrança..&lt;br /&gt;O que se fez sonho se criança...&lt;br /&gt;Ou que me fez aprendiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltas, e se não voltas&lt;br /&gt;Para que destranque as portas&lt;br /&gt;E saia da janela a te esperar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6544308560287380206?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6544308560287380206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6544308560287380206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6544308560287380206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6544308560287380206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6544308560287380206' title='Diz pra mim'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yKaurvkBcA/TuD9UQwsU_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/_Ud7WYe_Jrw/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-2679235588247529500</id><published>2011-12-08T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:07:53.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desesperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4u_9eMBRj4I/TuD889nw6LI/AAAAAAAAARw/tYAQzF67KGU/s1600/abismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4u_9eMBRj4I/TuD889nw6LI/AAAAAAAAARw/tYAQzF67KGU/s400/abismo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo sem alma&lt;br /&gt;Como um coração sem direção&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo você&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles olhos que tanto te amaram&lt;br /&gt;Um amor com tanto sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E já parece adivinhar sua desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paixão absurda que surpreende&lt;br /&gt;Vai tão longe para tê-la&lt;br /&gt;Paixão cega emudece&lt;br /&gt;E a si ensurdece&lt;br /&gt;Esquece de quem é&lt;br /&gt;Pelo seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E anda triste&lt;br /&gt;E chora sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Morrendo um pouco&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-2679235588247529500?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/2679235588247529500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=2679235588247529500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2679235588247529500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2679235588247529500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#2679235588247529500' title='Desesperança'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4u_9eMBRj4I/TuD889nw6LI/AAAAAAAAARw/tYAQzF67KGU/s72-c/abismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-8231062074257151372</id><published>2011-12-08T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:31:26.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8v7pLJom2cY/TuD0aRbUMjI/AAAAAAAAARk/YnkJBOxfkEs/s1600/B8344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="375" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8v7pLJom2cY/TuD0aRbUMjI/AAAAAAAAARk/YnkJBOxfkEs/s400/B8344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu eu obscuro te ama&lt;br /&gt;Mas por vezes, iluminada te odeio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu eu confuso te chama&lt;br /&gt;E eu, serena te afasto&lt;br /&gt;Duas faces de mim&lt;br /&gt;Difíceis de entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando meu lado celeste te perdoa&lt;br /&gt;Eu te condeno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esta face desconhecida te quer com tamanha intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual te abomina minha clara razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São duas faces de mim&lt;br /&gt;Faces confusas&lt;br /&gt;Amor irremediável&lt;br /&gt;Ódio incurável&lt;br /&gt;Lado razão&lt;br /&gt;Lado emoção&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-8231062074257151372?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/8231062074257151372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=8231062074257151372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/8231062074257151372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/8231062074257151372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#8231062074257151372' title='Contradição'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8v7pLJom2cY/TuD0aRbUMjI/AAAAAAAAARk/YnkJBOxfkEs/s72-c/B8344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-8523275512129616240</id><published>2011-12-08T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:27:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0HSsFZ3Dxw/TuDzYpXl_bI/AAAAAAAAARY/_5XsAbbJfwg/s1600/691164.ceaf3e46.560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0HSsFZ3Dxw/TuDzYpXl_bI/AAAAAAAAARY/_5XsAbbJfwg/s400/691164.ceaf3e46.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço música em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Ouço as vozes exaltadas&lt;br /&gt;Sentada sob minha cama&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo um tormento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto alto, bem alto&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ouvir o que ouço&lt;br /&gt;Distorções, que gritam alto&lt;br /&gt;Sentada sob minha cama&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo um tormento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vozes que se confundem&lt;br /&gt;Confundem pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;E minhas lágrimas com suor&lt;br /&gt;Sentada sob minha cama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-8523275512129616240?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/8523275512129616240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=8523275512129616240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/8523275512129616240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/8523275512129616240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#8523275512129616240' title='Confusões'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0HSsFZ3Dxw/TuDzYpXl_bI/AAAAAAAAARY/_5XsAbbJfwg/s72-c/691164.ceaf3e46.560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6650589239043512452</id><published>2011-11-25T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:59.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Como rio e mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXyDDfSuFg4/Ts_bDQw3bHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9Di5lPs5ZCk/s1600/65717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXyDDfSuFg4/Ts_bDQw3bHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9Di5lPs5ZCk/s400/65717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, o remate jamais existirá entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Somos laço eterno&lt;br /&gt;E atravessaremos juntos todos os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos rio e mar&lt;br /&gt;É inevitável nosso encontro&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre como água de uma fonte incessante&lt;br /&gt;Porém o amor jamais envelhece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É este o segredo da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sendo parte um do outro&lt;br /&gt;Sempre voltaremos a nos encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Para dar a certeza de que o amor...&lt;br /&gt;É REALMENTE IMORTAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6650589239043512452?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6650589239043512452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6650589239043512452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6650589239043512452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6650589239043512452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#6650589239043512452' title='Como rio e mar'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXyDDfSuFg4/Ts_bDQw3bHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9Di5lPs5ZCk/s72-c/65717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6988789316936927146</id><published>2011-11-17T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:59.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Como não falar em amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-768C6x6bb_A/TsVf4DT9WWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IpBTF7FKLyk/s1600/TX1WE0801679-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-768C6x6bb_A/TsVf4DT9WWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IpBTF7FKLyk/s400/TX1WE0801679-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os primeiros raios de luz entram pela janela...&lt;br /&gt;Quando o primeiro som do dia te desperta&lt;br /&gt;Quando o cheiro da manha te encontra&lt;br /&gt;É a mim que seus olhos procuram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando a brisa gelada do outono entra pela janela, &lt;br /&gt;Revirando meus cabelos e arrepiando os pêlos do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Você vem e me abraça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites em que o sono não chega&lt;br /&gt;Eu, inquieta me reviro na cama&lt;br /&gt;Você me observa calado e só dorme&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite me toma nos braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não falar em amor?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu vivo e respiro seus cheiros&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me alimento da força que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Como posso não falar em amor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6988789316936927146?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6988789316936927146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6988789316936927146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6988789316936927146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6988789316936927146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#6988789316936927146' title='Como não falar em amor?'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-768C6x6bb_A/TsVf4DT9WWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IpBTF7FKLyk/s72-c/TX1WE0801679-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-4958770707262894779</id><published>2011-11-17T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:02:52.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bendizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtOThXZ_JPQ/TsUusg-2LPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IeOC6qJY840/s1600/DSC08991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtOThXZ_JPQ/TsUusg-2LPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IeOC6qJY840/s400/DSC08991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito os dias de sol, em que posso sentir o gosto do mar&lt;br /&gt;Bendita a chuva que cai sob meu teto de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Molhando esta semente “amor”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita a música que brinda a alegria de viver&lt;br /&gt;E o silêncio que me permite ouvir o que está guardado em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita a inocência das crianças&lt;br /&gt;E o sorriso do idoso diante a história da sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que permite sonhar com as manhãs seguintes&lt;br /&gt;Bendita as minhas noites sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Estes meus nobres momentos vazios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bendita a dor que me fez poeta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-4958770707262894779?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/4958770707262894779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=4958770707262894779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/4958770707262894779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/4958770707262894779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#4958770707262894779' title='Bendizer'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtOThXZ_JPQ/TsUusg-2LPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IeOC6qJY840/s72-c/DSC08991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-4906081029774079517</id><published>2011-10-19T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:46:54.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJxcpQ1dEag/Tp83ObfDd_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/WrWH46TnUs8/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJxcpQ1dEag/Tp83ObfDd_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/WrWH46TnUs8/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite descansei e dormi&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado da minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;Pra esquecer sua ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não é maior que o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ele é muito menor&lt;br /&gt;Aqui mal cabem as minhas dores&lt;br /&gt;É meio amor, meio dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes como é difícil?&lt;br /&gt;Encolher todo esse sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;A todo o momento&lt;br /&gt;Em um só coração?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-4906081029774079517?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/4906081029774079517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=4906081029774079517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/4906081029774079517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/4906081029774079517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#4906081029774079517' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJxcpQ1dEag/Tp83ObfDd_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/WrWH46TnUs8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-7334268657811515732</id><published>2011-08-17T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:49:06.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Até a eternidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfVOZYukMT4/Tkvi7M1Al8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/QWOwe3wXoV4/s1600/OLHOS-NA-ETERNIDADE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" width="388" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfVOZYukMT4/Tkvi7M1Al8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/QWOwe3wXoV4/s400/OLHOS-NA-ETERNIDADE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tem esses teus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles congelam os meus em tua direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquietos, me desatinam, me intrigam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tem seus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já os conheço, de outro tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos tão cheios de ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me causam tanto alvoroço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas me trazem tanta paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes já nos amamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes nos desencontramos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdemo-nos e achamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ter que procurar?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez de muitas outras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nas profundezas da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-7334268657811515732?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/7334268657811515732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=7334268657811515732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7334268657811515732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7334268657811515732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#7334268657811515732' title='Até a eternidade'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfVOZYukMT4/Tkvi7M1Al8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/QWOwe3wXoV4/s72-c/OLHOS-NA-ETERNIDADE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-3726997713111992969</id><published>2011-08-03T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:59.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Anjo do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tuUMn2jwgk/Tjm6F77-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QX10wx0JBeg/s1600/A_IMAGEM_DO_ANJO_COMPANHEIRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" width="338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tuUMn2jwgk/Tjm6F77-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QX10wx0JBeg/s400/A_IMAGEM_DO_ANJO_COMPANHEIRO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sei por que amo tanto a lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me lembra tua pele nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envolta de romantismo e prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sei o poder de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que me fez enxergar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem era você em meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Agora aprendi a querer e amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me ensinou a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando ao lado teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Agora encontrei quem fizesse o coração parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bater rápido e gelar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num instante tão rápido assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Agora sou um sorriso e um coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma flor e uma canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sua na medida em que és meu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-3726997713111992969?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/3726997713111992969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=3726997713111992969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3726997713111992969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3726997713111992969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#3726997713111992969' title='Anjo do amor'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4tuUMn2jwgk/Tjm6F77-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QX10wx0JBeg/s72-c/A_IMAGEM_DO_ANJO_COMPANHEIRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-9092153662322770381</id><published>2011-08-03T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:59.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amor meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgIvjJ914C8/Tjm4q_jGGkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IOzqZiB6V7o/s1600/251547_165094803554011_100001604770979_458394_2546004_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgIvjJ914C8/Tjm4q_jGGkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IOzqZiB6V7o/s400/251547_165094803554011_100001604770979_458394_2546004_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente, arrepio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem meu és, ainda é sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vivo acordada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meus delírios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em minhas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E me deu medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que sumas do meu destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja ele certo e traçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fuja de estar em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não volte teus pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique aqui da maneira onde já estás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-9092153662322770381?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/9092153662322770381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=9092153662322770381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/9092153662322770381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/9092153662322770381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#9092153662322770381' title='Amor meu'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgIvjJ914C8/Tjm4q_jGGkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/IOzqZiB6V7o/s72-c/251547_165094803554011_100001604770979_458394_2546004_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-1376359243274759507</id><published>2011-07-27T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:03:59.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amor Maior</title><content type='html'>Amor é mesmo um presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dom, uma vocação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que sente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofre, magoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acaba em perdão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol, a lua, a terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não! É amor maior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor maior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor que cobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor que chora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor que mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor que ora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor que liberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor e é alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É paz e euforia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que consola e protege&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sufoca ou isola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amor de mãe!&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yl670A3F8DM/TjAvpCMXrhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z5JYHLVuLpY/s1600/picasso-Maternidade-RI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yl670A3F8DM/TjAvpCMXrhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z5JYHLVuLpY/s400/picasso-Maternidade-RI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pintura de Picasso, Maternidade - 1905)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-1376359243274759507?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/1376359243274759507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=1376359243274759507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1376359243274759507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/1376359243274759507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1376359243274759507' title='Amor Maior'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yl670A3F8DM/TjAvpCMXrhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z5JYHLVuLpY/s72-c/picasso-Maternidade-RI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6039191139569803789</id><published>2011-07-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T08:59:45.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor adormecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jflZQ87b-wg/Tib7Z8NGEeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/F2azAAhHrR4/s1600/buganv%25C3%25ADlia-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jflZQ87b-wg/Tib7Z8NGEeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/F2azAAhHrR4/s400/buganv%25C3%25ADlia-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;Nossos olhos se cruzam, mais que por acaso&lt;br /&gt;Eles se procuram&lt;br /&gt;Porque se desejam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;É encanto maior que paixão&lt;br /&gt;É amor adormecido, de outro sonho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tento acordar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6039191139569803789?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6039191139569803789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6039191139569803789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6039191139569803789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6039191139569803789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6039191139569803789' title='Amor adormecido'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jflZQ87b-wg/Tib7Z8NGEeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/F2azAAhHrR4/s72-c/buganv%25C3%25ADlia-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-3104809333756677427</id><published>2011-07-19T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:01:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosa Poética: Alma Gêmea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wetgcZUI-g4/TiWHn8uZWTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/aBKkKai-gtM/s1600/olhosnosolhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wetgcZUI-g4/TiWHn8uZWTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/aBKkKai-gtM/s400/olhosnosolhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---ALMA GÊMEA---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que quando encontramos nossa alma gêmea os olhos se reconhecem, ficando a impressão de que já o conhecemos, já o vimos antes e logo sentimos simpatia e estima por aqueles olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-me o dia em que te vi pela primeira vez, os meus te seguiam por conta própria, meu coração batia descompassado e eu senti algo naquele breve encontro que as palavras não conseguem descrever.&lt;br /&gt;Íris que mal se olharam, mas foi forte e duradouro o suficiente para estar gravado em mim até agora, com todos os detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;Quando nossos olhos se encontravam, quando seu perfume passava depressa por mim, quando tua voz ecoava, eu sentia cada vez mais que não poderia sair dali sem deixar qualquer pista para te encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;E deixei...&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que te reencontrei foi o dia mais perfeito. A brisa do mar, a noite, as estrelas, a música, perfeição do destino...&lt;br /&gt;O vento me empurrava e espalhava meus cabelos pelo rosto, e eu só queria mesmo era encontrar tua boca.&lt;br /&gt;Nosso beijo foi tão rápido, tanto quanto o primeiro olhar... Como pude mergulhar em tantas sensações num quase fechar e abrir de olhos?&lt;br /&gt;Há se eu pudesse passar com palavras o doce do teu beijo, nunca conseguiria com tal perfeição narrar os pulos em meu peito e explicar como eu me sentia tão segura em seus braços. O vento beijava meus cabelos, forte, me conduzindo e eu me deixando levar, leve, quase flutuante.&lt;br /&gt;Este mesmo vento me trouxe outras vezes até você, e hoje assim como da primeira vez, quando olho em teus olhos eu vejo todo o meu destino. Quando ouço tua voz, é como melodia em festa em meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E posso estar tão enganada, e posso estar tão certa...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ficar olhando teus lábios enquanto falas em silêncio, tentando adivinhar o que dizes.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de deitar em teu abraço procurando o jeito mais confortável, encaixando nossos corpos, entrelaçando nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro segurar em suas mãos e me sentir protegida, caminhar ao teu lado e não enxergar nada mais além de nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro ouvir qualquer música quando você esta por perto, te abraçar e ouvir as batidas do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro o jeito que me olhas, que me tocas que me morde que me beija.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro ter estado naquele lugar onde enfim eu fui te encontrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-3104809333756677427?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/3104809333756677427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=3104809333756677427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3104809333756677427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3104809333756677427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#3104809333756677427' title='Prosa Poética: Alma Gêmea'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wetgcZUI-g4/TiWHn8uZWTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/aBKkKai-gtM/s72-c/olhosnosolhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-2781376581134183590</id><published>2011-07-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:37:59.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adamantino coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObI_DB8A3oo/TiRS0bOe3zI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xdJNB0yzfl0/s1600/almas-gemeas-83659-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObI_DB8A3oo/TiRS0bOe3zI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xdJNB0yzfl0/s320/almas-gemeas-83659-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando sem respostas a dar para esta inquietude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada a acender minha esperança, acomodar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que antes adamantino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É hoje frágil cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera qualquer sinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer código a decifrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu necessito entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando e por quê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma perdeu-se da tua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-2781376581134183590?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/2781376581134183590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=2781376581134183590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2781376581134183590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2781376581134183590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#2781376581134183590' title='Adamantino coração'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ObI_DB8A3oo/TiRS0bOe3zI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xdJNB0yzfl0/s72-c/almas-gemeas-83659-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-2134298470596204023</id><published>2011-07-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:45:12.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Julho: Dia da Liberdade de Pensamento</title><content type='html'>No dia 14 de julho é comemorado em todo o mundo o Dia da Liberdade de Pensamento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sP9eWaKz6iI/Th8NBIrSzTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lCvvsySOSd8/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sP9eWaKz6iI/Th8NBIrSzTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lCvvsySOSd8/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira vez em que foram definidos a liberdade e os direitos fundamentais do Homem foi por meio da Declaração dos Direitos do Homem e do Cidadão, aprovada pela Assembléia Nacional Constituinte da França em 26 de agosto de 1789.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de ter servido de inspiração para as constituições francesas de 1848 e para a atual, a Declaração dos Direitos do Homem e do Cidadão também foi base da Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos, promulgada pela Organização das Nações Unidas (ONU) em 10 de dezembro de 1948. Nela, são enumerados os direitos que todos os seres humanos possuem. Nos artigos XVIII e XIX, por exemplo, estão dispostas as seguintes observações, respectivamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Todo homem tem direito à liberdade de pensamento, consciência e religião; este direito inclui a liberdade de mudar de religião ou crença e a liberdade de manifestar essa religião ou crença, pelo ensino, pela prática, pelo culto e pela observância, isolada ou coletivamente, em público ou em particular”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Todo homem tem direito à liberdade de opinião e expressão; este direito inclui a liberdade de, sem interferências, ter opiniões e de procurar, receber e transmitir informações e idéias por quaisquer meios e independentemente de fronteiras”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: ONU e Historianet&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Que tenhamos Liberdade de pensamento e Liberdade de expressão; para assim manifestar livremente, ideias, opiniões e... OS PENSAMENTOS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-2134298470596204023?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/2134298470596204023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=2134298470596204023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2134298470596204023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2134298470596204023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#2134298470596204023' title='14 Julho: Dia da Liberdade de Pensamento'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sP9eWaKz6iI/Th8NBIrSzTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lCvvsySOSd8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6111452872998401009</id><published>2011-07-13T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:43:39.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A um anjo que partiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mHW0-GWvcI/Th30mh066JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qRI9BinI5YY/s1600/1231713161881_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mHW0-GWvcI/Th30mh066JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qRI9BinI5YY/s400/1231713161881_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem acende uma luz é o primeiro a iluminar-se&lt;br /&gt;E essa luz irradia e embeleza sua alma;&lt;br /&gt;Você, já nasceu com o propósito de alegrar e embelezar a vida das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado... Os melhores momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Por onde passou, deixou o perfume da alegria;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas iluminadas são assim, contagiam todos a sua volta;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que se dividem em ternura, carinho, e amor, para espalhar todas essas graças a quem precisar;&lt;br /&gt;Conservando a beleza e a suavidade de ser criança, junto ao sonho sensibilidade e serenidade de mulher;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas as quais chamamos de anjos!&lt;br /&gt;E que quando vão voar longe, levam um pedaço de nós;&lt;br /&gt;São flores que vão levar sua graça a outros jardins, perfumar o paraíso...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que fazem morada em nossos corações;&lt;br /&gt;Que ouvem nossas orações e sabem do nosso amor;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nos deixam tanta saudade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6111452872998401009?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6111452872998401009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6111452872998401009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6111452872998401009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6111452872998401009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6111452872998401009' title='A um anjo que partiu'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mHW0-GWvcI/Th30mh066JI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qRI9BinI5YY/s72-c/1231713161881_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-5338052844342859408</id><published>2011-07-13T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:18:55.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEnEW5P9xNM/Th23EXVELGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Jw0aoJQRr2M/s1600/Tristeza_1183268623_db_tristeza34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="321" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEnEW5P9xNM/Th23EXVELGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Jw0aoJQRr2M/s400/Tristeza_1183268623_db_tristeza34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza é todavia irmã do vento&lt;br /&gt;Que carrega consigo o perfume que traz saudades&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza é irmã do que fere e sangra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é essencial senti-la &lt;br /&gt;Pois é só provando do seu fel&lt;br /&gt;Que poderemos ter certeza da plena felicidade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-5338052844342859408?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/5338052844342859408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=5338052844342859408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/5338052844342859408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/5338052844342859408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#5338052844342859408' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEnEW5P9xNM/Th23EXVELGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Jw0aoJQRr2M/s72-c/Tristeza_1183268623_db_tristeza34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6985375004106286117</id><published>2011-07-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:04:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rima da minha dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8WxzJVWpyzo/Thy2leFONcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YJCXRdg4wR8/s1600/coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="273" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8WxzJVWpyzo/Thy2leFONcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YJCXRdg4wR8/s400/coracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah! Pobre coração abandonado; largado; desamparado; rejeitado; cansado; menosprezado; deixado de lado;&lt;br /&gt;Venha alguém abraçá-lo, amá-lo, apertá-lo, circundá-lo, adotá-lo, segui-lo;&lt;br /&gt;Ele esta perto, aberto, está certo;&lt;br /&gt;Venha dar acolhida, guarida, curar a ferida;&lt;br /&gt;Venha atender, receber, arrancar o sofrer;&lt;br /&gt;De um coração partido, escondido, encolhido, sofrido de dor;&lt;br /&gt;Necessita acordar, despertar e enxergar;&lt;br /&gt;Estou o encorajando, confortando, incentivando&lt;br /&gt;Ele não pode parar estacionar, murmurejar, acabar;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de sofrer, chega de perder, chega de morrer;&lt;br /&gt;É o preço que pago&lt;br /&gt;Por te amar, por viver?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6985375004106286117?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6985375004106286117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6985375004106286117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6985375004106286117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/6985375004106286117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6985375004106286117' title='A rima da minha dor'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8WxzJVWpyzo/Thy2leFONcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YJCXRdg4wR8/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-266686532814659069</id><published>2011-07-10T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:08:38.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANÁLISE CRÍTICA DO FILME "ESCRITORES DA LIBERDADE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meHwE_fustE/ThnJHIiuhsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/obH3ddFI-mc/s1600/escritores-da-liberdade-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meHwE_fustE/ThnJHIiuhsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/obH3ddFI-mc/s400/escritores-da-liberdade-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESCRITORES DA LIBERDADE. Direção: Richard Lagravenese. Produção: Richard Lagravenese. Roteiro: Richard Lavagranese, Erin Gruwell, Freedom Writers. Elenco: Hillary Swank; Patrick Dempsey; Scott Glenn, Imelda Staunton; April Lee Hernandez; Kristin Herrera; Jacklyn Ngan; Sergio Montalvo; Jason Finn; Deance Wyatt. EUA/Alemanha, 2007. Duração: 123 min. Genero: Drama.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme Escritores da liberdade inspira e emociona pela sua nobre história, a história de uma professora que sonhava e sonhando conseguiu realizar-se, bem como mudar a vida de seus alunos através da literatura.&lt;br /&gt;Professora no sentido real da palavra entregue e apaixonada pelo seu trabalho Erin assume uma turma de alunos problemáticos, de uma escola que não está nem um pouco disposta a investir ou mesmo acreditar no potencial dessa turma de adolescentes.&lt;br /&gt;A educadora recém-formada, ao chegar ao estabelecimento é bombardeada pela ideologia dominante através da coordenadora. Segundo esta os alunos são incapazes e predestinados ao fracasso.&lt;br /&gt;Foi preciso ousadia para que ela conquistasse um pouco da confiança desses alunos, deixando de lado velhos métodos de ensino ela inovou, trazendo para sala de aula algo que fascinasse seus alunos, que os fizessem querer aprender, que os fizesse sentir felizes por estarem ali, trabalhando dentro da realidade deles e trazendo- se para junto do mundo particular e conturbado em que viviam.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso cria um projeto de leitura e escrita, iniciada com o livro “O diário de Anne Frank" em que os alunos poderão registrar em cadernos personalizados o que quiserem sobre suas vidas, e foi desta forma que os alunos puderam se comunicar, soltar as amarras de toda angústia, revolta, preconceito, sofridos em casa, na sociedade e na escola.&lt;br /&gt;Conquistando a confiança dos alunos e colocando-se no lugar deles, ganhou a admiração e amizade dos mesmos, Eren consegue mostrar aos alunos que os impedimentos e situações de exclusão e preconceito podem afetar a todos independente da cor, da pele, da origem étnica, da religião, mas que o amor próprio, a determinação e coragem devem estar acima de tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;Escritores da Liberdade é a inspiração para àqueles que creditam na arte de educar, e na literatura como elemento primordial para a salvação de pessoas cujos destinos, certamente, o eliminariam do difícil jogo da vida, não fosse lhes dado oportunidades e créditos.&lt;br /&gt;VIVA A LITERATURA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-266686532814659069?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/266686532814659069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=266686532814659069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/266686532814659069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/266686532814659069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#266686532814659069' title='ANÁLISE CRÍTICA DO FILME &quot;ESCRITORES DA LIBERDADE&quot;'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meHwE_fustE/ThnJHIiuhsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/obH3ddFI-mc/s72-c/escritores-da-liberdade-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-3299270884365574086</id><published>2011-07-10T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:25:11.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Variação linguística e o contexto social e escolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O QUE É "VARIAÇÃO LINGUÍSTICA?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtt6JaXLRYs/ThnGbmw_S_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/cwSJ-4heHmk/s1600/amor-mundo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtt6JaXLRYs/ThnGbmw_S_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/cwSJ-4heHmk/s320/amor-mundo1.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toda língua possui variações linguísticas, esta variação é o modo pelo qual ela se diferencia, de acordo com o contexto histórico, geográfico e sócio-cultural no qual os falantes dessa língua se manifestam verbalmente. Sendo assim temos muitos exemplos das variações: dialetos, idiomas, socioletos, idioletos, etnoletos, ecoletes, assim como variação histórica, geográfica, social e estilística.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;E Variação geográfica?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trata das diferentes formas de pronúncia, vocabulário e estrutura sintática entre regiões. A variação geográfica é, no Brasil, bastante grande e pode ser facilmente notada. Um exemplo de minha vivência é a forma como se apresentam em nossa região as marcas do sotaque, (altura, timbre, intensidade), por isso é uma variante cujas marcas se notam principalmente na pronúncia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O sotaque Catarinense em muitas regiões lembra o sotaque português, na capital e em Itajaí é assim, por causa da influencia dos açorianos, usamos o “tu”, falamos “cantado”, e esticamos o “S”, fazendo som de” X”.&lt;br /&gt;Depôx = depois&lt;br /&gt;dôx= dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-3299270884365574086?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/3299270884365574086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=3299270884365574086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3299270884365574086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3299270884365574086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#3299270884365574086' title='Variação linguística e o contexto social e escolar'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtt6JaXLRYs/ThnGbmw_S_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/cwSJ-4heHmk/s72-c/amor-mundo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-3257940384427698954</id><published>2011-07-10T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T07:52:18.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poesia e o Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Sh5BZBA_m0/Thm7N3tJA0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/psCQudMxtDU/s1600/port4_ilustr_poesia-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Sh5BZBA_m0/Thm7N3tJA0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/psCQudMxtDU/s320/port4_ilustr_poesia-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Que é mais triste?&lt;br /&gt;A poesia ou o poeta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Ou pedaços de vocês?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei! Só sei que de tanto olhar dentro da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Cega ficou minha razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enganada por falsa emoção&lt;br /&gt;Que ri de tão boba inocência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragilidade de quem acredita&lt;br /&gt;Que só lhe resta acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem é mais triste?&lt;br /&gt;Eu? Ou a poesia?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-3257940384427698954?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/3257940384427698954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=3257940384427698954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3257940384427698954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3257940384427698954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#3257940384427698954' title='A poesia e o Poeta'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Sh5BZBA_m0/Thm7N3tJA0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/psCQudMxtDU/s72-c/port4_ilustr_poesia-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-8397227671360066688</id><published>2011-07-09T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:47:26.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cena da ilusão</title><content type='html'>Se houvesse nessa hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém para me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certamente não haveria poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A solidão nos torna poetas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torna-nos um tanto que mais conscientes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Em que palco eu pensava estar em cena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão não dura uma vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A solidão me aperta no vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufoca-me no escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até o silencio parece gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meus ouvidos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-8397227671360066688?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/8397227671360066688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=8397227671360066688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/S000ciJtW7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SD-r35AyOZo/s1600-h/vida+imensa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/S000ciJtW7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SD-r35AyOZo/s320/vida+imensa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426050790859824050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu venho de um horizonte onde é bonito olhar as ondas brincando nas pedras&lt;br /&gt;E sentir que o tempo pára quando se quer contemplar a vida e o mistério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu posso voltar os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;E mudar meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ter estado lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos choram, e eu só posso chorar&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse mudar o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Desviaria teus pés do escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaria ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Seguraria em tuas mãos, pra quebrar o desespero&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não quero que sofras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E posso ajudar sem mover-me&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer que quero algo melhor&lt;br /&gt;E o seu destino... eu sei de cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-6428360186798904145?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/6428360186798904145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=6428360186798904145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-5055743275826929046</id><published>2010-01-06T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:33:46.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música do pássaro</title><content type='html'>Quando penso o que é amor eu lembro logo de você&lt;br /&gt;E quer saber, eu bem que gosto de me sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;Ter em mim esse doce sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim não é nenhum tormento, eu tenho sede de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir até onde nunca fui&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te é minha única condição&lt;br /&gt;E salvação, pois iria morrer sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que ao te ver, a vida me deu um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;O que eu preciso, é somente teu querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu te quero, eu te amo, eu te espero&lt;br /&gt;E meu amor, aonde eu for&lt;br /&gt;Eu levarei você&lt;br /&gt;E se me queres venha logo&lt;br /&gt;Não demore que eu tenho sede de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurava a vida inteira alguém que hoje eu encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço inesperado sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Num tropeço da paixão&lt;br /&gt;E hoje então, eu não deixo mais você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu to me sentindo como um pássaro libertado&lt;br /&gt;Pois ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu só me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt;E quando chega a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro da minha amada&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e agradeço&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto apreço, que ela tem por mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-5055743275826929046?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/5055743275826929046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-3409497011670349574</id><published>2009-09-19T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:26:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morro do Careca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/SrWg0UDh6bI/AAAAAAAAAFc/riznrTUcvHs/s1600-h/Pb040006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/SrWg0UDh6bI/AAAAAAAAAFc/riznrTUcvHs/s400/Pb040006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383385750188452274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/SrWggljhivI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_lwAF5lMUXE/s1600-h/Pb040006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/SrWggljhivI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_lwAF5lMUXE/s320/Pb040006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383385411288664818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natureza... Enches-me os olhos com tanta cor&lt;br /&gt;Colorindo qualquer cinza triste&lt;br /&gt;Tuas águas lavam minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Com sua tranqüilidade acalmas meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Bendito o mar... &lt;br /&gt;Que, em sua imensidão me faz perceber a grandiosidade da vida&lt;br /&gt;E a brisa da tarde que traz o perfume da minha infância&lt;br /&gt;Me dá a liberdade que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus cheiros&lt;br /&gt;Seus gostos&lt;br /&gt;Sua cor&lt;br /&gt;Natureza, eu te bendigo por tanta perfeição...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-3409497011670349574?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/3409497011670349574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=3409497011670349574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3409497011670349574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/3409497011670349574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3409497011670349574' title='Morro do Careca'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/SrWg0UDh6bI/AAAAAAAAAFc/riznrTUcvHs/s72-c/Pb040006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-7455807259431016562</id><published>2009-09-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:03:37.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Então é amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/Sq0l1_EaKTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SleSFlwWFRQ/s1600-h/2057912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/Sq0l1_EaKTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SleSFlwWFRQ/s320/2057912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380998739170830642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Então é amor...&lt;br /&gt;Pois mais nada assim poderia ser&lt;br /&gt;Desse jeito assim, gostoso de gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então é amor!&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento além&lt;br /&gt;Coração flutuante... &lt;br /&gt;De um jeito pássaro...&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade, brisa fresca, sensação de paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-7455807259431016562?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/7455807259431016562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=7455807259431016562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7455807259431016562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/7455807259431016562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7455807259431016562' title='Então é amor'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__5hRfqn0rHU/Sq0l1_EaKTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SleSFlwWFRQ/s72-c/2057912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-2162297306173178305</id><published>2009-08-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:53:45.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insano coração</title><content type='html'>Ilusão, não me tape o sol da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ver com os olhos da razão&lt;br /&gt;Não permita que eu ouça o que grita meu insano coração altaneiro&lt;br /&gt;Que do alvorecer ao anoitecer vive de devaneios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861700806766863951-2162297306173178305?l=amandabonatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/feeds/2162297306173178305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8861700806766863951&amp;postID=2162297306173178305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2162297306173178305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861700806766863951/posts/default/2162297306173178305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandabonatti.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2162297306173178305' title='Insano coração'/><author><name>Transcendência Poética</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01240965457581293509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OsnrtJBshU/ThxYc2Bj5PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/El1kkzFXWOU/s220/DSC09792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861700806766863951.post-6577902637521207146</id><published>2009-08-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:42:42.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema pra começar bem o blog'/><title type='text'>Meus sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Risonha de ternura pra mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;E eu te beijaria de um&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;jeito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Gosto de prazer sem fim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Meus olhos quando encontram os seus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Insistem em te olhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Não consegues segurar os teus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;E tens medo de falar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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