<?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-5282249735417426258</id><updated>2011-12-15T21:11:58.295-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cah</title><subtitle type='html'>Sintaxe à vontade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-3384013762388848278</id><published>2011-12-15T20:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:11:58.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desfragmentar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ4C2aiyO5Q/Tup7wWCKjBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kpQioCYMSIw/s1600/vidros+abertos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ4C2aiyO5Q/Tup7wWCKjBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kpQioCYMSIw/s400/vidros+abertos.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Através de janelas&lt;br /&gt;que se deslocam pela orla,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olho,&lt;br /&gt;assisto,&lt;br /&gt;a vida lá fora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Está molhada,&lt;br /&gt;regada,&lt;br /&gt;anda,&lt;br /&gt;fingi que ri,&lt;br /&gt;ignora sua realidade sórdida,&lt;br /&gt;martilhe,&lt;br /&gt;bonecos fingem que vivem,&lt;br /&gt;fingem fingir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Andam sem saber a onde,&lt;br /&gt;sem saber por onde,&lt;br /&gt;vai se escorrendo por bueiros fétidos,&lt;br /&gt;decompostos pelos pingos que caem em meu nariz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por um instante eu sorri,&lt;br /&gt;e pelo o vidro da janela andante,&lt;br /&gt;eu me desfiz...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-3384013762388848278?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/3384013762388848278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=3384013762388848278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3384013762388848278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3384013762388848278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2011/12/desfragmentar.html' title='Desfragmentar'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ4C2aiyO5Q/Tup7wWCKjBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kpQioCYMSIw/s72-c/vidros+abertos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-74163977237931041</id><published>2011-12-14T21:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:36:50.931-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorvedouro</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8upfEhtkqt0/Tukt8Q_SKrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ugObSylLQ5w/s1600/2750270601_1a435eaa52_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8upfEhtkqt0/Tukt8Q_SKrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ugObSylLQ5w/s400/2750270601_1a435eaa52_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gesto corrompido,&lt;br /&gt;fato consumido,&lt;br /&gt;não falo do mesmo poço,&lt;br /&gt;por que o salto nunca é o mesmo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo sabendo se perder,&lt;br /&gt;calando,&lt;br /&gt;cantando,&lt;br /&gt;gemido mudo,&lt;br /&gt;como grito sem sopro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todo passo corrido,&lt;br /&gt;retrocede,&lt;br /&gt;repulsa o cansado,&lt;br /&gt;tudo construído se esvai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em coro,&lt;br /&gt;explode as avessas,&lt;br /&gt;nos seus olhos o inferno de mim,....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;espelho,...&lt;br /&gt;espelho,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teu baço tem meu sangue,&lt;br /&gt;tua lagrima meu olho...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-74163977237931041?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/74163977237931041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=74163977237931041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/74163977237931041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/74163977237931041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorvedouro.html' title='Sorvedouro'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8upfEhtkqt0/Tukt8Q_SKrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ugObSylLQ5w/s72-c/2750270601_1a435eaa52_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-7364466170816187715</id><published>2011-12-09T11:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:24:06.665-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruição...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R60lpDLSR28/TuILOcRfSCI/AAAAAAAAARE/DRkfZPAUQPg/s1600/mulher+nua4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R60lpDLSR28/TuILOcRfSCI/AAAAAAAAARE/DRkfZPAUQPg/s400/mulher+nua4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deite,&lt;br /&gt;se deleite,&lt;br /&gt;te empresto todo meu eu,&lt;br /&gt;te sorrio,&lt;br /&gt;eu amo-te...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Empresto-te meu colo,&lt;br /&gt;te dou o melhor de mim,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que não quiseres,&lt;br /&gt;eu continuo aqui...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;De braços,&lt;br /&gt;corpo,&lt;br /&gt;mente e paciência,&lt;br /&gt;para acomodar suas verdades,&lt;br /&gt;mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;equívocos,&lt;br /&gt;sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;loucuras,&lt;br /&gt;desejos,&lt;br /&gt;os bons,&lt;br /&gt;os maus,&lt;br /&gt;o tudo de ti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se achares que, não sou capaz de carregar eu e você,&lt;br /&gt;eu me deixo encostada em casa, e só carrego você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para onde quiseres ir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mais sugiro ir à praia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;para molharmos os pés na agua,&lt;br /&gt;e catar conchinhas a beira mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sim, hoje faz um lindo sol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-7364466170816187715?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/7364466170816187715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=7364466170816187715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/7364466170816187715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/7364466170816187715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2011/12/deite-se-deleite-te-empresto-todo-meu.html' title='Fruição...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R60lpDLSR28/TuILOcRfSCI/AAAAAAAAARE/DRkfZPAUQPg/s72-c/mulher+nua4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-6697615949021289622</id><published>2011-12-09T10:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:46:22.940-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Já foi?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7l5MQvtviuc/TuIC6SDpLhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/U6pkXK6ZT1c/s1600/1292962793_149062542_1-Fotos-de--Modelos-Fotograficos-Retrato-semi-nu-artistico-BooksPublicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7l5MQvtviuc/TuIC6SDpLhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/U6pkXK6ZT1c/s400/1292962793_149062542_1-Fotos-de--Modelos-Fotograficos-Retrato-semi-nu-artistico-BooksPublicidade.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem desculpa,&lt;br /&gt;nem culpa,&lt;br /&gt;enfim,&lt;br /&gt;o errôneo,&lt;br /&gt;redondo de voltas,&lt;br /&gt;mas não volte,&lt;br /&gt;não vote,&lt;br /&gt;não faça seus votos em mim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fragmento de vento,&lt;br /&gt;sopra leve,&lt;br /&gt;onde quer,&lt;br /&gt;destrói onde quiser,&lt;br /&gt;não joga o amor,&lt;br /&gt;ô rola ladeira abaixo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem pena,&lt;br /&gt;se retorce de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;que grande torcida,&lt;br /&gt;moída,&lt;br /&gt;tripudiada,&lt;br /&gt;sê suma,&lt;br /&gt;sê finde,&lt;br /&gt;sê afunde,&lt;br /&gt;sê sopre,&lt;br /&gt;sê foda,&lt;br /&gt;sim,&lt;br /&gt;sê vai,&lt;br /&gt;vai ser melhor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-6697615949021289622?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/6697615949021289622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=6697615949021289622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/6697615949021289622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/6697615949021289622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2011/12/nem-desculpa-nem-culpa-enfim-o-erroneo.html' title='Já foi?...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7l5MQvtviuc/TuIC6SDpLhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/U6pkXK6ZT1c/s72-c/1292962793_149062542_1-Fotos-de--Modelos-Fotograficos-Retrato-semi-nu-artistico-BooksPublicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-8976053431576556390</id><published>2011-11-30T10:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:14:15.977-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadri-Lateral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8l3_pCTR7s/TtYdC5tad2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DRyVZPvB5u4/s1600/ca20f61b03c6ef674e228e3fc92a268e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8l3_pCTR7s/TtYdC5tad2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DRyVZPvB5u4/s320/ca20f61b03c6ef674e228e3fc92a268e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Um chão,&lt;br /&gt;palavras tortas,&lt;/div&gt;cheias,&lt;br /&gt;na contra mão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um fio,&lt;br /&gt;um disco,&lt;br /&gt;o instinto frio,&lt;br /&gt;seu próprio vicio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cão,&lt;br /&gt;o pássaro,&lt;br /&gt;queria tanto que fosse eu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um canto,&lt;br /&gt;o ângulo,&lt;br /&gt;ventilador de teto,&lt;br /&gt;soprando o que se perdeu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pano,&lt;br /&gt;agua na causada,&lt;br /&gt;cacos de vidro pelo chão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu rego as plantas da tu casa,&lt;br /&gt;dou passos leves pelo chão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo o que&lt;br /&gt;já não enxergo,&lt;br /&gt;transcrevo versos&lt;br /&gt;que não vivi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi num canto escuro,&lt;br /&gt;o teu sorriso a reluzir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-8976053431576556390?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/8976053431576556390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=8976053431576556390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/8976053431576556390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/8976053431576556390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2011/11/quadri-lateral.html' title='Quadri-Lateral'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8l3_pCTR7s/TtYdC5tad2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/DRyVZPvB5u4/s72-c/ca20f61b03c6ef674e228e3fc92a268e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-3768557885413575805</id><published>2011-10-11T14:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:55:33.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frechal</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDcW4ct5fkM/TpSCFRITaRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YxHCvQ5lYQ0/s1600/colombina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDcW4ct5fkM/TpSCFRITaRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YxHCvQ5lYQ0/s320/colombina.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rufarão os tambores&lt;br /&gt;O circo esta armado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Picadeiro arrumado,&lt;br /&gt;Os pierrôs esparramados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Colombinas, já não existem e mito,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que já se foi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E toda aquela brincadeira agora já não tem sentido brilharsobre mim,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Encosto, o encontro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que roça&lt;br /&gt;Que toca&lt;br /&gt;Que transpassa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em mim, passou...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que ninguém, viu,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não vi&lt;br /&gt;Não senti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quero sim,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele povo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que só gosta de sorri...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-3768557885413575805?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/3768557885413575805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=3768557885413575805' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3768557885413575805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3768557885413575805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2011/10/rufarao-os-tambores-o-circo-esta-armado.html' title='Frechal'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDcW4ct5fkM/TpSCFRITaRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YxHCvQ5lYQ0/s72-c/colombina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-2836681946706746717</id><published>2011-10-11T12:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:14:04.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez brincar de pega-pega se esconder dentro de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dn8kzn4wiSY/TpRqHjpS0XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7yxtOAMMBRU/s1600/divorcio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dn8kzn4wiSY/TpRqHjpS0XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7yxtOAMMBRU/s400/divorcio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662267309571625330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô pensando em me deixar,&lt;br /&gt;Já preciso me permitir,&lt;br /&gt;Já não mais respostas, &lt;br /&gt;Pro que eu penso,&lt;br /&gt;Pro que fiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô pensando em divorcio, de mim, da alma e isso aqui...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Já não quero isso de volta&lt;br /&gt;Já não rolo mais assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô contando com a sorte&lt;br /&gt;Pro que der e vier trazer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não acho mais resposta, &lt;br /&gt;pra tudo isso esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô fazendo nova historia, reescrevendo todo refrão&lt;br /&gt;Tô fazendo minha parte&lt;br /&gt;Deus não nega isso não,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que agora, meu passado diz pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sorrio e aceno,&lt;br /&gt;Já não quero isso pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô rodando nesse bule&lt;br /&gt;Nesse gude&lt;br /&gt;Nesse “din”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô jogando cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tudo pé vai dar&lt;br /&gt;Vai dar pé, &lt;br /&gt;Sim!  &lt;br /&gt;Vai dar !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-2836681946706746717?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/2836681946706746717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=2836681946706746717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2836681946706746717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2836681946706746717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2011/10/talvez-brincar-de-pega-pega-se-esconder.html' title='Talvez brincar de pega-pega se esconder dentro de mim...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dn8kzn4wiSY/TpRqHjpS0XI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7yxtOAMMBRU/s72-c/divorcio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-2896774294724863215</id><published>2011-09-09T20:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:37:27.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estereotipada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yOhsA_Sgss/TmqiavnmExI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_TdUnOxTodY/s1600/noticia_12088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yOhsA_Sgss/TmqiavnmExI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_TdUnOxTodY/s400/noticia_12088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650507262832546578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz muito tempo que não escrevo,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por falta de tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por falta de saco,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu esteja fugindo... A remar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um algo que já foi eu e a muito se perdeu,&lt;br /&gt;Outro eu então achei pra me escrever o que descrevi da ultima vez em que olhei-me no espelho,.... tanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me olhei no espelho,...&lt;br /&gt;Você já se olhou no espelho hoje?...&lt;br /&gt;Olhei bem dentro dos meus olhos e não vi sorriso de ninguém,...&lt;br /&gt;Não vi si quer outro reflexo que não fosse da minha retina olhando para minha retina,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento tão fisiológico, &lt;br /&gt;Preciso mesmo dá um tempo de livros,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu queria mesmo era por os pés pra nadar a cabeça pra boiar, e faixinhos quentinhos de sol em verão salpicar meu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso de certo levaria minha tristeza embora, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso de certo aliviaria m'alma agora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim falta de sentar e escrever, hoje em dia só nos resta o computador, já que estamos aqui por que não escrever no intervalo entre um trabalho e outro, devemos nós adaptar aos novos tempos difíceis, com essa crise de falta de papel e caneta, alegrando o dia de nossa gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora voltemos à rotina exacerbada em que nos submergimos todos os dias. Um abraço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-2896774294724863215?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/2896774294724863215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=2896774294724863215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2896774294724863215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2896774294724863215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2011/09/faz-muito-tempo-que-nao-escrevo-talvez.html' title='Estereotipada'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yOhsA_Sgss/TmqiavnmExI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_TdUnOxTodY/s72-c/noticia_12088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-3190767051023429789</id><published>2010-10-31T19:15:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:02:09.312-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Açular...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TM3gHS4vX_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/BPio1PCM0VE/s1600/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TM3gHS4vX_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/BPio1PCM0VE/s400/relogio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534325933041737714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quanto tempo meu dissoluto...&lt;br /&gt;Meu tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Não sentia a algum tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Esse refresco Voluptuoso d'gua, &lt;br /&gt;Gelada na m'alma lúbrica,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Meu tempo, &lt;br /&gt;Soluvel feito café quente,&lt;br /&gt;Pesado feito mar,&lt;br /&gt;Inerente como o ar,&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo dele consigo respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu lascivo mar,&lt;br /&gt;Meu ar...&lt;br /&gt;Meu mar...&lt;br /&gt;Meu tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-3190767051023429789?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/3190767051023429789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=3190767051023429789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3190767051023429789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3190767051023429789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2010/10/renovo.html' title='Açular...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TM3gHS4vX_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/BPio1PCM0VE/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-3771833209059661</id><published>2010-05-02T16:12:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:28:35.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ela, ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/S93RN6dHLeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ee7c6dHnys0/s1600/fqwef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/S93RN6dHLeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ee7c6dHnys0/s400/fqwef.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466755559657516514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;há !&lt;br /&gt;ela e como vento,&lt;br /&gt;ela e livre...&lt;br /&gt;ela vai a onde quer...&lt;br /&gt;ela e quente...&lt;br /&gt;ela tambem pode ser fria...&lt;br /&gt;ela pode ser devagar...&lt;br /&gt;ela poder vir a ser rapida...&lt;br /&gt;Ela é forte!&lt;br /&gt;ela tambem é mansa...&lt;br /&gt;éla e brisa...&lt;br /&gt;éla e doce...&lt;br /&gt;éla e paz...&lt;br /&gt;ela passa e meche o mar...&lt;br /&gt;ela passa e muda o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;ela quer, faz sol...&lt;br /&gt;ela quer, faz chuva...&lt;br /&gt;ela carega o vôo dos passarinhos...&lt;br /&gt;ela refresca o por-do-sol...&lt;br /&gt;ela e linda pela manhã...&lt;br /&gt;ela pela tarde... &lt;br /&gt;ela pela noite...&lt;br /&gt;ela assim como vento é : imprevssivel, apaixonante, inesplicavelmente bela em sua essencia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Á como queria eu, que o vento me leva-se...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-3771833209059661?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/3771833209059661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=3771833209059661' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3771833209059661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3771833209059661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2010/05/ela.html' title='ela, ?'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/S93RN6dHLeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ee7c6dHnys0/s72-c/fqwef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-2783082908320929813</id><published>2009-11-10T22:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:44:29.369-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uruuu no fundo D'gua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SvoIor4cNeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VDqVPJkCN6I/s1600-h/marip02a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SvoIor4cNeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VDqVPJkCN6I/s400/marip02a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402640198051575266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe aquele vazio que bate?&lt;br /&gt;Quando algo te bate...&lt;br /&gt;Arrebate-te...&lt;br /&gt;Pra baixo do arrebate...&lt;br /&gt;Joga-te no chão como se fosse pano...&lt;br /&gt;Velho,&lt;br /&gt;Sujo,&lt;br /&gt;Rasgado,&lt;br /&gt;Imundo,&lt;br /&gt;Enrugado... &lt;br /&gt;Ta frio,&lt;br /&gt;Ta escuro,&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo calmo,&lt;br /&gt;Você remoi o que te coroe,&lt;br /&gt;Vai mastigar o que te come à consciência,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te inchada,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te sádica...&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que acontece quando o dragão emerge,&lt;br /&gt;Do fundo do abismo...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele sabe? Bem profundo?&lt;br /&gt;Aquele, profundo você...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele você que ninguém vê...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele você que tenta esconder mais quando esta cheio de si &lt;br /&gt;Si sai sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Sem pedir permissão,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele seu eu,&lt;br /&gt;Que não pede licença,&lt;br /&gt;Não tem educação,&lt;br /&gt;Não diz obrigado nem boa tarde ou bom dia...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que talvez engolisse o mundo se não fosse estar no sub mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Ele sai num grito de socorro num jogo de desespero,&lt;br /&gt;No vazio o uru!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Calado...&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da minhoca de ferro... Vê-se passar a calçada,&lt;br /&gt;A faixa,&lt;br /&gt;O amarelo,&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho...&lt;br /&gt;E você para...&lt;br /&gt;Então verde...&lt;br /&gt;Você segue,&lt;br /&gt;E em seguida alguém te fecha na esquina você se ferra...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-2783082908320929813?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/2783082908320929813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=2783082908320929813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2783082908320929813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2783082908320929813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2009/11/uruuu-no-fundo-dgua.html' title='Uruuu no fundo D&apos;gua...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SvoIor4cNeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VDqVPJkCN6I/s72-c/marip02a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-7444430715028186202</id><published>2009-05-11T12:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:39:29.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os dias passando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SghGaO9kByI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NECmxyCflLk/s1600-h/nu_20041_grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SghGaO9kByI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NECmxyCflLk/s400/nu_20041_grande.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591175127205666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu continuo com o leve pressentimento de&lt;br /&gt;“Estou fazendo a coisa errada”,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a certa seria quase impossível acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Que ao certo você não iria me quere, meus esforços...&lt;br /&gt;Seriam em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Que meu coração precisava de um lar,&lt;br /&gt;E seria perfeito abita em teu peito de ser de todo&lt;br /&gt;Um inteiro e não dois meios, nem duas partes,&lt;br /&gt;Queria te levar daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Queria te guardar pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Quero te fazer feliz como nenhum outro sujeito quis,&lt;br /&gt;Um sujeito simples, mas,&lt;br /&gt;Derivado de sentimentos adjuntos a você...&lt;br /&gt;Por que e tão difícil te falar isso? &lt;br /&gt;Tão complicado explicar o obvio, é obvio que te quero te desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Percorro-te com o olhar, a distancia pra me controlar,&lt;br /&gt;E não te roubar um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu gelo por inteiro...E que consigo tudo! Menos você!&lt;br /&gt;Não me conformo com isso, como pode você me abalar assim...&lt;br /&gt;Não vai ficar por isso não,&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos fixos nos seus...&lt;br /&gt;Castanho que reflete uma noite interminável que me faz tremer as pernas,&lt;br /&gt;Em bola meu raciocínio e que me paralisa a respiração,&lt;br /&gt;E vou te dizer tudo isso que rabisquei agora,&lt;br /&gt;Que desde que te vi a primeira vez, algo em mim coloriu,&lt;br /&gt;E ate então já desbotado pelo meu desejo de não cair mais... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-7444430715028186202?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/7444430715028186202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=7444430715028186202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/7444430715028186202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/7444430715028186202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2009/05/os-dias-passando.html' title='Os dias passando.'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SghGaO9kByI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NECmxyCflLk/s72-c/nu_20041_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-2363767917476341198</id><published>2009-04-06T15:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:39:44.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/Sdp2P64IvEI/AAAAAAAAALI/y2cE5WI_WrY/s1600-h/mulher_nua_menor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321695925566487618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/Sdp2P64IvEI/AAAAAAAAALI/y2cE5WI_WrY/s400/mulher_nua_menor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vi o vazio...&lt;br /&gt;O senti,&lt;br /&gt;Passando,&lt;br /&gt;Percorrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Invadindo meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo frio,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo ausência,&lt;br /&gt;Num momento tão... Tão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não importa&lt;br /&gt;Não importa mais o frio,&lt;br /&gt;Estou dormente,&lt;br /&gt;Estou dormindo,&lt;br /&gt;Socorro!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me acorde desse sono em solidão&lt;br /&gt;Socorro!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém!&lt;br /&gt;Um alguém&lt;br /&gt;Me acorde&lt;br /&gt;Traga-me um café&lt;br /&gt;Traga-me o sol&lt;br /&gt;Pois o chamo, mas ele não responde&lt;br /&gt;Não brilha, não nasce, nem morre&lt;br /&gt;Respiro fundo, continuo a caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Calmamente sobre o gelo que se formou de dentro pra fora,&lt;br /&gt;Fora de mim, em delírio, em embriaguês mórbida eu penso em alguém&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que não sei se quer o nome...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que tenha o sorriso do sol...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que tenha o abraço mais quente...&lt;br /&gt;Que meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Alguém com voz de brilhante com olhar de querubim, que me arrebate a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Que me traga a formosa felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que me faça sorrir sinceramente&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que me faça cantar o reggae mais bonito a bossa mais harmônica as notas que ainda nem sei&lt;br /&gt;A letra que nunca cantei o verso que nunca escrevi&lt;br /&gt;A letra que já mais compus...&lt;br /&gt;Um alguém&lt;br /&gt;Um ser simples&lt;br /&gt;Porem complexo o suficiente pra nunca me deixar em inércia,&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça outrora nunca deixar de acreditar que num simples “Oi” a de haver novidades e novas cores,&lt;br /&gt;E um infinito dicionário de formas de dizer “eu te amo”,&lt;br /&gt;Que cada dia me cative me conquiste me faça entender o valor de ter alguém ao lado, nem importa esquerdo ou direito,&lt;br /&gt;Mais que direto do meu amor esse alguém vai ter,&lt;br /&gt;Mas penso que tal alguém não á de haver nesse mundo pois canso de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Sento todos os dias, à frente, mar,&lt;br /&gt;E espero junto aos ultimo frios raios de sol esse certo&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que talvez nem a de existir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-2363767917476341198?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/2363767917476341198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=2363767917476341198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2363767917476341198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2363767917476341198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-vi-o-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/Sdp2P64IvEI/AAAAAAAAALI/y2cE5WI_WrY/s72-c/mulher_nua_menor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-2461541163256114564</id><published>2009-04-01T14:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:42:26.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SdOm7b1KnrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5SQJC9FZgJA/s1600-h/%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%25253D%252Bna%252Bcama%252B%252BPatricio%252BSuarez%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779124867931826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SdOm7b1KnrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5SQJC9FZgJA/s400/%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%25253D%252Bna%252Bcama%252B%252BPatricio%252BSuarez%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...momento de calma pressa continua,&lt;br /&gt;Reviro-me por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Nessa inquietude do silencio,&lt;br /&gt;Solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Do ficar mudo,&lt;br /&gt;Do estado vegetativo de um ser que quer&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar a solução para um coração sem alma&lt;br /&gt;A onde foi à alma?&lt;br /&gt;Há talvez tenha ficado uma parte&lt;br /&gt;Com cada,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha fugido para não mais sofrer a falta&lt;br /&gt;De carinho&lt;br /&gt;De afagos&lt;br /&gt;De cafunés&lt;br /&gt;Que me roubaram igual doce de criança...&lt;br /&gt;Tal crueldade feita pelo desapego praticado&lt;br /&gt;Pelo meu bom senso e meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Tão soltos,&lt;br /&gt;Tão vagos,&lt;br /&gt;Tão sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Que me perco em minhas linhas&lt;br /&gt;E retilíneas escritas a lápis&lt;br /&gt;Em papel de pão, agora jogado no fundo da bolsa,&lt;br /&gt;A qual agora jogada ao canto assiste tristemente&lt;br /&gt;Meus lamentos marcados a grafite,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas saudades&lt;br /&gt;Tão expostas,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Que nem sei por onde comecei...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a hora de parar chegue,&lt;br /&gt;Mas em quanto isso não acontece&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou escrever meus lamentos&lt;br /&gt;Vividos meus festejos&lt;br /&gt;Curtidos,&lt;br /&gt;Festejar,&lt;br /&gt;Relembrar,&lt;br /&gt;Marcar,&lt;br /&gt;Comemorar,&lt;br /&gt;Desfrutar dos desfrutes&lt;br /&gt;De todas as horas do seguinte momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-2461541163256114564?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/2461541163256114564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=2461541163256114564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2461541163256114564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2461541163256114564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SdOm7b1KnrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5SQJC9FZgJA/s72-c/%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%252B%25253D%252Bna%252Bcama%252B%252BPatricio%252BSuarez%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-7941220515036014337</id><published>2009-03-20T09:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:55:46.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre novos oceanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/ScOSON7MNBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nfe0ZSe3vKQ/s1600-h/kfjsmhfxn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252758181065746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/ScOSON7MNBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nfe0ZSe3vKQ/s400/kfjsmhfxn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e vai levando os minutos como se fossem ventos revoltos com o único objetivo, passar e te ver ficar velho...&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas passam...&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas ficam...&lt;br /&gt;Fica o tempo que for necessário,&lt;br /&gt;E vão quando acham que devem partir,&lt;br /&gt;E assim com elas carregam de presente&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Fotos,&lt;br /&gt;Objetos esquecidos em cima da mesa,&lt;br /&gt;Papelzinhos escritos com letras&lt;br /&gt;Bem bonitas á caneta colorida,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas memórias e minutos de uns tempos&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia foram apenas um,&lt;br /&gt;Um em sintonia com o outro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas essas viajem nos trazem novos rumos&lt;br /&gt;E muitos horizontes,&lt;br /&gt;E o que nos da força a continuar&lt;br /&gt;E achar que nunca é lembranças o suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;Saudades a ter,&lt;br /&gt;Coisas a recordar,&lt;br /&gt;Amores a sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Muitos passeios calmos a fazer&lt;br /&gt;A beirar mar catando conchinhas&lt;br /&gt;E riscado com a mão nomes batizados com a espuma salgada,&lt;br /&gt;E que um dia quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos dessa saudade,&lt;br /&gt;De tanto não esquecer você,&lt;br /&gt;Venha o universo a conspirar a meu favor,&lt;br /&gt;Já que o desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Á o meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o fundo do poço ou a corda que me tira dela...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-7941220515036014337?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/7941220515036014337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=7941220515036014337' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/7941220515036014337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/7941220515036014337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2009/03/sobre-novos-oceanos.html' title='Sobre novos oceanos'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/ScOSON7MNBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nfe0ZSe3vKQ/s72-c/kfjsmhfxn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-4932011394012911536</id><published>2008-12-30T11:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:08:04.944-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVoj22FoBMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GIDLLYH_6uo/s1600-h/kkkk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285576537811715266" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVoj22FoBMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GIDLLYH_6uo/s400/kkkk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas fantasias obscenas vejo você&lt;br /&gt;Ó pueril menina,&lt;br /&gt;que a aura e branca e translúcida quase como a neve,&lt;br /&gt;me sonho invadindo seu âmago,&lt;br /&gt;deglutindo seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;tomando no seu cálido cálice a alma minha e tua,&lt;br /&gt;alma em que pequenos goles&lt;br /&gt;devassos de prazer,&lt;br /&gt;se escorrendo em meu corpo me arrepiando as partes mais sombrias de mim,&lt;br /&gt;o dose devaneio,&lt;br /&gt;e te querer num sururu meu,&lt;br /&gt;te quero em partes,&lt;br /&gt;quero de vez,&lt;br /&gt;de vez em, todas as horas,&lt;br /&gt;te imagino aqui não outrora,&lt;br /&gt;seu calor,&lt;br /&gt;sua pele,&lt;br /&gt;seu cheiro de dose flor,&lt;br /&gt;num abraço meu falta algo,&lt;br /&gt;algo você,&lt;br /&gt;algo,&lt;br /&gt;eu e você,&lt;br /&gt;em tal sintonia que não imaginava ocorre assim,&lt;br /&gt;veio como chuva de verão que não passou,&lt;br /&gt;sim marcou,&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja desejo meu que não passe,&lt;br /&gt;amores inventados são os meus casos&lt;br /&gt;e sim muitos acasos,&lt;br /&gt;paixões súbitas ardentes em mim que com tal&lt;br /&gt;calor que me aquecem pra não sucumbi&lt;br /&gt;em tristeza amarga&lt;br /&gt;em tristeza sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;feliz,&lt;br /&gt;feliz em fim&lt;br /&gt;um todos os afins mergulho&lt;br /&gt;em novos conceitos oriundos imaginados por mim,&lt;br /&gt;ó sim,&lt;br /&gt;te quero de um todo&lt;br /&gt;te quero sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;enfim nasceu o que mataram em mim,&lt;br /&gt;você,&lt;br /&gt;ó você ressuscito o que a via morrido em mim,&lt;br /&gt;me faça de seu!!!&lt;br /&gt;me faça só seu!!!&lt;br /&gt;me entrego assim sem causa dos fins&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente assim,&lt;br /&gt;não quero esquecer passados notórios,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim pensar em novas historias&lt;br /&gt;escrever novos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;participe de mim se você quiserdes a mim,&lt;br /&gt;me faça feliz e te farei imortal pra mim....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Te desejo como ao ar, mais que tudo, és manhã na natureza das flores ...Espero com a força do pensamento..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Djavan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-4932011394012911536?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/4932011394012911536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=4932011394012911536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/4932011394012911536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/4932011394012911536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/12/nas-minhas-fantasias-obscenas-vejo-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVoj22FoBMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GIDLLYH_6uo/s72-c/kkkk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-5320432919202581374</id><published>2008-12-30T02:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:07:22.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVmd0h_JCcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A2KONGo3ffw/s1600-h/Mulher_Nua_-_Tatoo(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285429163497949634" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVmd0h_JCcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A2KONGo3ffw/s400/Mulher_Nua_-_Tatoo(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o poço que me jogo...&lt;br /&gt;jogo-me no poço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e escuro e estreito...&lt;br /&gt;úmido e vazio de sons de vida,&lt;br /&gt;escuto o eco de minha voz&lt;br /&gt;a soprar meus ouvidos nus.&lt;br /&gt;nada enxergo, nada escuto, apenas sinto...&lt;br /&gt;sinto frio,&lt;br /&gt;sinto eu só,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;só eu,&lt;br /&gt;ali no escuro...&lt;br /&gt;eu grito por socorro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas minha voz se propaga pelo ar,&lt;br /&gt;que não a quer ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e me manda de volta toda dor de um berro mudo que dei...&lt;br /&gt;bem como me sinto?&lt;br /&gt;sentindo os sentidos se esvaindo pela pouca água que aqui tem mas assim,&lt;br /&gt;mais ou menos assim,&lt;br /&gt;eu mergulho no fundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me lavo,&lt;br /&gt;me afogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no meu próprio pranto,&lt;br /&gt;sem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;sem pressa e sem prece,&lt;br /&gt;que tudo isso passe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estou gelada...&lt;br /&gt;mas aqui dentro arde algo impagável me queimo,&lt;br /&gt;ardor que provem do desejo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;do não ter medo de amar,&lt;br /&gt;amar mesmo no poço,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo no escuro,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo no fim de tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-5320432919202581374?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/5320432919202581374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=5320432919202581374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/5320432919202581374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/5320432919202581374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-poo-que-me-jogo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVmd0h_JCcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A2KONGo3ffw/s72-c/Mulher_Nua_-_Tatoo(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-2755193349942578545</id><published>2008-12-28T17:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:35:45.173-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVfjDVrksiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C3qsTYNMvIk/s1600-h/vinho-mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284942334241583650" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVfjDVrksiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C3qsTYNMvIk/s400/vinho-mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e como se cada passo de paixões prematuras,&lt;br /&gt;arancase de mim, pedaços e pedaços de m’alma ,&lt;br /&gt;ê inigualável falta me fizesse cada pedaço&lt;br /&gt;que me levaram a mão armada de carinho...&lt;br /&gt;e cada sentido meu gritasse pro mundo&lt;br /&gt;um basta ao pueril coração que me abita,&lt;br /&gt;sem licença,&lt;br /&gt;sem pedido,&lt;br /&gt;sem causa,&lt;br /&gt;sem caso,&lt;br /&gt;sem copo,&lt;br /&gt;sem álcool,&lt;br /&gt;numa mesa a sois,&lt;br /&gt;comigo e eu,&lt;br /&gt;eu e “ migo “...&lt;br /&gt;do álcool absolvido por si só sem mim,&lt;br /&gt;sem eu,&lt;br /&gt;sem você,&lt;br /&gt;sem meus vocês, eu choro!&lt;br /&gt;choro!&lt;br /&gt;molho!&lt;br /&gt;choro!&lt;br /&gt;choro molhado de amores&lt;br /&gt;corridos,&lt;br /&gt;tragados,&lt;br /&gt;vividos,&lt;br /&gt;revividos,&lt;br /&gt;relembrados,&lt;br /&gt;acabados e mortos&lt;br /&gt;no seio de seu corpos sem mim,&lt;br /&gt;sem copo,&lt;br /&gt;sem álcool...&lt;br /&gt;não vejo saída,&lt;br /&gt;não vejo entrada não tem janelas!&lt;br /&gt;tranco - me em meu quarto em penumbra&lt;br /&gt;de ódio&lt;br /&gt;e dor de amor inigualável-mente em carência que&lt;br /&gt;continua...&lt;br /&gt;continua...&lt;br /&gt;continua... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-2755193349942578545?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/2755193349942578545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=2755193349942578545' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2755193349942578545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2755193349942578545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SVfjDVrksiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C3qsTYNMvIk/s72-c/vinho-mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-1293478054246624578</id><published>2008-12-17T00:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:54:12.039-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUhpcwK_0HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/a6ZC26xZIpY/s1600-h/ghdfghc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280586505780187250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUhpcwK_0HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/a6ZC26xZIpY/s400/ghdfghc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma,&lt;br /&gt;Mas me tocou&lt;br /&gt;Encheu-me...&lt;br /&gt;Sacudiu...&lt;br /&gt;Certos sentidos meus,&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginava,&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonar-me de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer tudo outra vez?&lt;br /&gt;Bem não vou me precipitar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que pode ocorrer&lt;br /&gt;Mas e que na verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me machucam&lt;br /&gt;Sempre perfuram meu coração dilacerado&lt;br /&gt;Já por sua vez remendado tantas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não se cansa,&lt;br /&gt;Adora um amor inventado&lt;br /&gt;Um novo sentido pra bater,&lt;br /&gt;Rápido,&lt;br /&gt;Corrido,&lt;br /&gt;Sufocado,&lt;br /&gt;Apertado,&lt;br /&gt;Confuso adora viver&lt;br /&gt;E me deixar assim doente de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Querendo colo e muitos abraços,&lt;br /&gt;Desbravo todos os sentidos do que seria amar...&lt;br /&gt;Assim O que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;São tantas coisas que&lt;br /&gt;Podemos escrever sobre ele&lt;br /&gt;A tantos livros que falam&lt;br /&gt;E relatam inúmeras historias...&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim ele e um paradoxo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente Indecifrável&lt;br /&gt;Com mais mistérios que o próprio Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Mais sublime que os céus&lt;br /&gt;O sentido mais puro e perverso que o homem pode ter&lt;br /&gt;Ele te tritura a alma&lt;br /&gt;Faz-te perder ate&lt;br /&gt;A ultima gota de orgulho e o amor próprio&lt;br /&gt;Não tem como em palavras&lt;br /&gt;Falar de algo tão sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser tanto vivido,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser discutido,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas interpretações diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tantas que nem as&lt;br /&gt;Areias das praias terrestres chegam perto&lt;br /&gt;Do que se pode falar de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Há! Eu sei de uma coisa desse sentimento tão sublime!&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem que ser vivido&lt;br /&gt;Ao estremo de nosso peito!&lt;br /&gt;Pra sentir basta se entregar&lt;br /&gt;De corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;Viajar no que nunca foi desbravado&lt;br /&gt;No desconhecido de sentir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixar se queimar por tudo que é, e tudo que pudesse ser o nosso amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-1293478054246624578?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/1293478054246624578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=1293478054246624578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/1293478054246624578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/1293478054246624578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/12/paradoxon.html' title='Paradoxon'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUhpcwK_0HI/AAAAAAAAAHU/a6ZC26xZIpY/s72-c/ghdfghc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-2800039881971000376</id><published>2008-12-16T23:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:28:11.818-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUhUnO4YiPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i-U-b1gHEB0/s1600-h/Chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280563596078123250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUhUnO4YiPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i-U-b1gHEB0/s400/Chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falta!&lt;br /&gt;Falta!&lt;br /&gt;Falta alguém do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Falta alguém dentro do meu abraço&lt;br /&gt;A falta que me faz um beijo&lt;br /&gt;A falta que me traz lembrar do que me não falta mais...&lt;br /&gt;Da falta que faz uma mão delicada a cafunés amáveis em minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Num acordar sonolento de um dia de sábado com aquele cheiro que invade a casa...&lt;br /&gt;Café recém feito...&lt;br /&gt;Tanta falta de companhia que&lt;br /&gt;Nem falta sinto mais...&lt;br /&gt;Viver só e a arte de se camuflar&lt;br /&gt;Na solidão e isso me falta também...&lt;br /&gt;Mas...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sou,&lt;br /&gt;Carente de mais pra aprender a lidar com tanta falta de coração...&lt;br /&gt;Não dá!&lt;br /&gt;Não falta, carência...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro em mim amigos imaginários&lt;br /&gt;Procuro nas estrelas namoradas e paixões, que brilhem por uma noite que me aqueçam até o sol nascer de novo&lt;br /&gt;Vou me levando assim...&lt;br /&gt;Na falta&lt;br /&gt;No medo&lt;br /&gt;Que medo?&lt;br /&gt;Medo da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Medo que acabe a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Parece pueril, mas...&lt;br /&gt;E a minha total falta de brio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-2800039881971000376?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/2800039881971000376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=2800039881971000376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2800039881971000376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/2800039881971000376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/12/fallita.html' title='Fallita...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUhUnO4YiPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i-U-b1gHEB0/s72-c/Chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-5046824689582139219</id><published>2008-12-15T01:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:12:48.443-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem á...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUXLHTJ6Y9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0-hY9Nf4dIA/s1600-h/2254371115_05cda4ffc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279849464423146450" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUXLHTJ6Y9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0-hY9Nf4dIA/s400/2254371115_05cda4ffc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim sorria como se aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Fosse voltar à infância,&lt;br /&gt;Sorria-se como se pudesse&lt;br /&gt;Sentir todos os seus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Se rejuvenescendo,&lt;br /&gt;Saiu do seu real contemplar&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas linhas horizontais,&lt;br /&gt;O refletor mágico que banhava&lt;br /&gt;Aquele palco de vida, beirando...&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles flocos de diamante dos pobres,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os verdes envolvidos,&lt;br /&gt;O ar pesava diferente ali,&lt;br /&gt;Onde era?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas flautas cantantes voavam feito,&lt;br /&gt;Passarinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa matéria,&lt;br /&gt;Faziam aquela combinação&lt;br /&gt;Perfeita em harmonia celestial,&lt;br /&gt;Cantavam todos juntos a bela canção da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo tudo me encheu de uma sensação&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca senti antes,&lt;br /&gt;Como o centro do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Como se tudo dependesse de mim pra viver,&lt;br /&gt;Queria que naquele instante...&lt;br /&gt;Estivesse levado meu casaco,&lt;br /&gt;Estava frio...&lt;br /&gt;E estar gelada&lt;br /&gt;Não completava aquele quadro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-5046824689582139219?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/5046824689582139219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=5046824689582139219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/5046824689582139219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/5046824689582139219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/12/viagem.html' title='Viagem á...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SUXLHTJ6Y9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/0-hY9Nf4dIA/s72-c/2254371115_05cda4ffc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-1888729800787889147</id><published>2008-12-05T00:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:21:28.219-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vitima.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/STiQFAL4uqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ORp2-uT-gCY/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276125379088136866" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/STiQFAL4uqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ORp2-uT-gCY/s400/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cegamente como uma bala perdida&lt;br /&gt;Teu afeto me invadiu&lt;br /&gt;Com tamanho ardil,&lt;br /&gt;Que em teus pensamentos, acredito eu,&lt;br /&gt;Não possam antever o que aconteceu,&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu olhar cruzou com o meu...&lt;br /&gt;E meu peito febril saltou em tal motim&lt;br /&gt;Que se fez novamente um novo jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a poucos instantes se encontrava&lt;br /&gt;Um ermo coração em cenobita vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que varias vezes se abriu,&lt;br /&gt;E por sua conformidade de sentimentos enganosos,&lt;br /&gt;Que o fizeram esboroar,&lt;br /&gt;E todo jardim que brota não passa de&lt;br /&gt;Oásis em miragens passageiras,&lt;br /&gt;Mas com tal viril paixão ele não se cansa de iludir –se,&lt;br /&gt;Acredita que com um olhar vá regar todo seu deserto&lt;br /&gt;Guarda em si a esperança de um amor certo,Carinhoso e atento às balas perdidas de afeto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-1888729800787889147?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/1888729800787889147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=1888729800787889147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/1888729800787889147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/1888729800787889147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/12/vitima.html' title='A vitima.'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/STiQFAL4uqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ORp2-uT-gCY/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-9112489050883593359</id><published>2008-12-05T00:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:12:43.240-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/STiOAHt3BNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QaLT017AWgE/s1600-h/silhueta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276123096187077842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/STiOAHt3BNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QaLT017AWgE/s400/silhueta1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ai! Por que esta com essa cara?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei me bateu uma solidão...&lt;br /&gt;- Vai não fique assim, não passou um final de semana muito agradável?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, passei, mas agora, bem agora estou sozinha, uma triste acho que infundada brotou em meu colo.&lt;br /&gt;- Pare com isso, sabes que não e o fim de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;- Vá se conformando com isso, sabes muito bem que morremos sozinhos que ninguém morrer por nos ou com nos co, que não passamos todos os estantes de nossos dias acompanhados...&lt;br /&gt;- A! Deixe-me quieta não posso nem me lamentar em paz sei disso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;- Assim você pode se lamentar, mas não nos meus ouvidos que nem tenho!&lt;br /&gt;- Pois bem mudemos de assunto...&lt;br /&gt;- Já viu a lua hoje?&lt;br /&gt;- Não faz algum tempo que a lua não brilha aqui...&lt;br /&gt;- Deveria olhar mais, embora não tenha luz própria, e uma bela lâmpada em noites escuras de solidão...&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, sei, acho que vejo vaga-lumes...&lt;br /&gt;- Não, não! São estrelas! Acho que necessitas abrir os olhos um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;- Se abrir os olhos, não tenho com quem conversar.&lt;br /&gt;- Engraçado você só me chama quando esta a i cabisbaixa, tristonha...&lt;br /&gt;- Agora quem esta de dramalhão es tu...&lt;br /&gt;- Vá! Pare já com isso não preciso de mais um se lamentando do inexistente.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois bem e aquela pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;- Um, bem, assim vou lhe contar...&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginava que fosse tão adorável, tão gentil e cativante, passei momentos que a muitos não vivia, sabe aquela sensação de não quere que o tempo passe mais, que a terra pare de gira em seu eixo, e deixe aqueles instantes não só eternos na memória mais no agora também...&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa! Poético!&lt;br /&gt;- Pare, não perturba ta, você que pergunto...&lt;br /&gt;- Ta não falo mais...&lt;br /&gt;- E serio queria passar novamente horas e horas com ela.&lt;br /&gt;- O! Pare de sonhar e faça acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;- E falar e fácil sabes que não e assim retribuído sim, mas sabes que comigo ocorre sempre assim, a i me iludo entro em nostálgicos devaneios em memórias igual a esse instante e passo a escrever não sei com quem...&lt;br /&gt;- E camarada sei bem como é, e o nome disso, mas não deixe te dominar já que sabes o fim.&lt;br /&gt;- E sei sempre o fim, mas, sabes como sou adoro saber começo, meio e reinventar os fins e os afins alias a vida e assim, reinventar o que já existe e o que já foi dito...e a essência do não ter fim.&lt;br /&gt;- Ô! Lavem você de novo com essas loucas idéias, sim escreva seu começo desenvolva seu meio, mas não deixe que seu final termine com você te deixando mal, igual acontece sempre, ai fica em devaneios longínquos.&lt;br /&gt;- Um! Não estou mal, só apenas...a sei lá, não sinto nada, ou possa ser tudo ao mesmo tempo, que acaba me deixando dormente mente adormecido aqui em meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim levante daí então criatura dormente vai fazer algo de útil!&lt;br /&gt;- Já estou indo, tomarei um belo banho e vou dormir feito um anjo...&lt;br /&gt;- Bem agora que já voltou, boa noite!&lt;br /&gt;- Assim boa noite!&lt;br /&gt;- Hei! Não esqueça de apagar a luz sabe que incomoda o nosso sono.&lt;br /&gt;- já desliguei, agora se cale vamos dormir... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-9112489050883593359?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/9112489050883593359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=9112489050883593359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/9112489050883593359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/9112489050883593359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/12/dialogo.html' title='Dialogo'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/STiOAHt3BNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QaLT017AWgE/s72-c/silhueta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-6107347836042673836</id><published>2008-11-25T10:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:15:12.254-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SSv4NLSiLyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qVz7HQwgukc/s1600-h/relogioemulherpeladona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272580694019813154" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SSv4NLSiLyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qVz7HQwgukc/s400/relogioemulherpeladona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...E engraça do com a s coisa são...&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora nós vemos sobre um mar de indecisão outrora sabemos exatamente o que queremos e quem desejamos sentimos saudades e sentimos um pequeno ódio de vez em quando da mesma pessoa que pensamos e alguns certos alguém ao nosso lado pra falar coisas bonitas, ou não falar nada apenas ficar olhando, admirando aqueles olhos que já, mas iram me olhar novamente com o mesmo brilho da primeira vez, é, aquela primeira vez que encontramos com certa euforia interna de não saber o que aquele momento pode ocasionar aquilo ou uma ansiedade tamanha que o primeiro abraço traz, sim tudo belo a primeira vez, as seguintes também e tudo passa tão depressa que nós vemos soletrados em acontecimentos corridos, e sentimentos envoltos e loucos que vão tomando conta como se não tivéssemos nem, mas um dia de vida, pena que acaba assim como começa.&lt;br /&gt;e assim nada sobra , nem um abraço, e assim se esvai toda aquela mágica , essência fantástica, toda aquela euforia mórbida interna, se desgastou, findou com o tempo, até por que tempo e remédio pra tudo não é? Ansiedade, primeiro encontro, saudade, e coisas mais, mas o bom disso tudo que o tempo passa, e vêm carregando sempre algo novo pra nossas vidas, novos primeiros encontros, novas experiências de vida muitas e muitas coisas... Que ele depois nos toma da forma que nos dá, nos leva embora tudo que nos traz, mesmo que demore o tempo que for...&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Há!&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte ao tempo por que ele não para...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-6107347836042673836?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/6107347836042673836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=6107347836042673836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/6107347836042673836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/6107347836042673836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/11/tempus.html' title='Tempus'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SSv4NLSiLyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qVz7HQwgukc/s72-c/relogioemulherpeladona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-4451329565303016674</id><published>2008-10-18T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:30:54.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SPqMvrEGWiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EfW97hxltnc/s1600-h/0006777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258670265550133794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SPqMvrEGWiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EfW97hxltnc/s400/0006777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo a volta caiu...&lt;br /&gt;Um silencio me tomou de um só suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;igual ao vento terral que sopra nas tardes...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não esperava ...&lt;br /&gt;Caminhava cada passo como&lt;br /&gt;se estivesse com os olhos vendados...&lt;br /&gt;Andava com tal segurança....&lt;br /&gt;Com o excesso de cautela,&lt;br /&gt;que não existiu em momento algum,&lt;br /&gt;Foi como pisar sobre cacos estilhaçado,&lt;br /&gt;Me cortaram,&lt;br /&gt;Me dilaceraram a alma,&lt;br /&gt;Com mil espadas de dois gumes,&lt;br /&gt;O ar principiou em mim ...&lt;br /&gt;A falta que sentia agora,&lt;br /&gt;Nem o vazio do meu silencio&lt;br /&gt;me consola...&lt;br /&gt;Nem toda lagrima&lt;br /&gt;me refresca ou apaga&lt;br /&gt;o que não quero mas sentir pôs,&lt;br /&gt;Todo o canto de m'alma se calou,&lt;br /&gt;E por todos os lados se propaga&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade de sumir,&lt;br /&gt;Sumir pra todos os lados...&lt;br /&gt;De repente assim possa juntar os milhões de&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços partidos de mim,&lt;br /&gt;E com tal pueril sentimento&lt;br /&gt;continuo a pisar em cacos...&lt;/em&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/5282249735417426258-4451329565303016674?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/4451329565303016674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=4451329565303016674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/4451329565303016674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/4451329565303016674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/10/tudo-volta-caiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SPqMvrEGWiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EfW97hxltnc/s72-c/0006777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-4861585469915630200</id><published>2008-09-14T17:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:42:34.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Repartição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SM2M08VZ2lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0qLCsLDjuKI/s1600-h/partis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246003982133484114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SM2M08VZ2lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0qLCsLDjuKI/s400/partis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divido-me em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Analiso cada passo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me parto, me dissolvo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E rápido me re-conjunto em fração de segundos,&lt;br /&gt;Motivos eu não tenho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem talvez tenha...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, os afundo os no meu submundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo, de mais ninguém, o qual,&lt;br /&gt;Posso errar, o qual posso fazer bobagens, falar meus dilateis e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proferir minhas injurias a quem não merece,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não julgue o que digo...&lt;br /&gt;Todo ser tem seu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com ou sem escrúpulos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cada centímetro que percorro de minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Descubro que sou cada dia mais egoísta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez não com o próximo mais com a mim mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repartindo-me em vários pedaços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há muitos pedaços de mim pro todos os lados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-4861585469915630200?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/4861585469915630200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=4861585469915630200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/4861585469915630200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/4861585469915630200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/09/repartio.html' title='Repartição'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SM2M08VZ2lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0qLCsLDjuKI/s72-c/partis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-4048270975498273937</id><published>2008-06-19T01:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:18:03.938-02:00</updated><title type='text'>leve....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SFnd365R_rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jyceBxg433Q/s1600-h/1181509399.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213441996430114482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SFnd365R_rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jyceBxg433Q/s400/1181509399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aaa...não me olhes assim...e sentada com a cabeça baixa, relembrei tudo com minimos detalhes ... do pequeno passo ate a monosibala emitida ... e se entreolhando rimos sem razão ou ideia do que seria ... e assim levanteime de um salto e come sei a despir minha roupa .... e me olhando profundo me perguntou por que esse sorriso besta na cara?rá... nem estou sorrindo ...aa esta sim... vejo alem de suas feições........ vejo que sorri, mas naum consigo ver por que sorri... se rá que e o que estou a pensa... sem duvida alguma ... repondi eu a ela....hoje vi um anjo... veio a me comprimentar...me deu um beijo estalado... e me perguntou se estava bem .... sim estava pos estava ali na quele estante...e andou cmg ao meu lado durante tempos,tempos que se podesse pedir pro tempo parar o sol... a lua..... e todos os astros do céu por mas absurdo que parecese ... pediria que parase e deixase eu viver aquele momento por mas algumas horas ou dia ate mesmo anos...aparvalhado desejo meu...em tão o vivi... vivi o momento o segundo e desfrutei dele como se fosse o ultimo ....e caminhou ao meu lado... sorriu ao meu lado ... ê é isso que me tras esse sorriso bobo pela noite ....ao deitar em minha cama e lembrar ... e lembrar... e reviviver ...momentos que em minhas memorias não ficam apenas como eternos ...mas sim como vivos acada dia ... mas vivos ... como meu corpo... e a alegria que me tras esse anjo...me deixa assim ... bebado e feliz...sua presença me embreaga... tua voz me embala... não canso de comtemplar tamanha beleza... se eu podese passaria os restos de meus dias........a olhar.....e a olhar...... hahahahah....então ta esplicado essa cara de troxa com que chegas em casa...mas se ja parou pra pensar... se esse teu anjo amado.... relembra assim? ... se si quer lembras de ti?ó não me venhas com essas perguntas aqual sabes que não sei responder ...&lt;br /&gt;não me importo que não estavas pensando assim...me importo sim,que saibas que eu penso assim....aaaaa sim seria bom tambem sem duvida ... não me olhes assim não estou mentindo ... tah tah ... sim gostatia de saber que pensa pelo menos um pouco ou um muito em mim...&lt;br /&gt;bem... agora me deixe deitar... estou com sono... vonte amanhã serás bem vinda ou melhor deiti-se aqui do meu lado...pos sua compania me faz bem...felicidade nunca e de mais....&lt;br /&gt;e deitando sobre meus ombros sua cabeça .... um vento quente, um brisa suave... morna e conxegante...tomou-me de um sopro... e adormeci...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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title='leve....'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SFnd365R_rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jyceBxg433Q/s72-c/1181509399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-7177977142818703363</id><published>2008-06-16T08:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:24:04.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2:18 am ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SFZpKJ7bF1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/E3NUzP1mVq4/s1600-h/luacheia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212469241912694610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SFZpKJ7bF1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/E3NUzP1mVq4/s400/luacheia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A olhar para ti nesse instante, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me deparo com uma criança, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;uma menina, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;te vejo sorrir, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;te vejo correr, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;te vejo rolar e saltitar, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas no fundo de um olhar vejo uma mulher, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;linda, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bela, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sedutora,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aqual me pede um abraço, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;e em teus braço me entrego a teu feitiço,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;meu olhar se perde em te infinito... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tão bela, tão bela! tão bela...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me deleito em teu gestos, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;passos, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;contra-passos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;risos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;olhares,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;flash,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;focos e desfoco,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;um ar de menina numa linda mulher, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deus! que combinação de encanto!,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me encanto... á eu me perco, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;eu me acho, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;afogo-me, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mergulho-ti.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagino que dormes agora, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;eu aqui em meus devaneios &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no teu ser as as 2:18 am,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;á como querias tu recostadas a mim , &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;e ouvir teu respirar no silencio do quarto &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mudo a dormir na madrugada e somente &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;o som do nosso viver a ecoar entre quatro paredes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;e abafados entre travesseiros e cobertas e ao passar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;das horas o tão esperado amanhecer e um sorriso &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;de sol eu ver um teu semblante, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;e um doce bom dia de teus lábios eu escutar....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....á..... perdida novamente em minhas imaginações sonhadoras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-7177977142818703363?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/7177977142818703363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=7177977142818703363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/7177977142818703363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/7177977142818703363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/06/218-am.html' title='2:18 am ...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SFZpKJ7bF1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/E3NUzP1mVq4/s72-c/luacheia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-4118658083448920229</id><published>2008-06-09T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:19:06.885-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Embaixo de uma casuarina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SE2VmWlFbwI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZjZ11PZ0rEk/s1600-h/corpo+na+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209984830066224898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SE2VmWlFbwI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZjZ11PZ0rEk/s400/corpo+na+praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma canga.&lt;br /&gt;Uma leve brisa assobia aos meus ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos pinhos caem com o balançar no vento batendo em minha cabeça, e me trazendo de volta de um ligeiro cochilo as suas sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Redondinhos e ásperos granulam toda areia em minha volta...&lt;br /&gt;O mar hoje com o vento terral quente se encontra liso num tapete tubular, com ondas inconstantes, qual será a sensação de ser o mar, ser imenso, inconstante, e ir e vir todo instante, perco meus olhos sobre sua imensidão, contemplo suas esculturas na areia, sua espumas tão indispostas aparecem sobre presão e instantaneamente desaparecem sobre a superfície brilhante e reluzente com o ardor do sol da tarde, e no fundo do horizonte pequenas nuvens como fumaça transitam como se fizesse parte do mar.&lt;br /&gt;A calçada, a areia, o mar, e minha cama inteira...&lt;br /&gt;A vertigem que me causa olhar pro sol face a face, me sega, e por um instante fecho os olhos e tenho a visão, mas bela, mas rara, um lindo sorriso se ponhe a me olhar, a sorrir feliz para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas só minha imaginação me pregando peças outra vez, vive é vive fazendo isso, me transportando para perto de ti, mas sei que a realidade não e assim, sei que esta longe, não de distancia , mas longe.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de abrir os olhos e ver o que e real prefiro meu mundo encantado, que os meus personagens faço eu mesma a minha maneira, onde o mundo e do meu jeito, colorido e com recheio, e pra mim um grande biscoito colorido, e em meus pensamentos levianos me perco por um instante.&lt;br /&gt;São palavras ao vento que jogo agora, sem honra, sem hora e sem demora.&lt;br /&gt;E ao ver um passarinho a voar sobre minha cabeça, eu fico a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Será que ser um passarinho é mas fácil que ser eu?&lt;br /&gt;Será que o amor dos passarinhos é mas simples e, menos doloroso que o dos humanos.&lt;br /&gt;Um passarinho sofre de amor? Ou só nos seres que nos dizemos racionais, tão inteligentes, como nos podemos sofrer tanto por causa do amor, que força e essa que pode nos levar a insanidade, que nos deixa tristonhos, chorões, melancólicos, abatidos...&lt;br /&gt;Como posso um ser pensante, não pensar nas conseqüências de se apaixonar, e mesmo assim insisto no erro, mesmo sabendo do sofrimento de minha alma, mesmo sabendo que fim leva isso, e mesmo sabendo disso tudo, não vejo outra escolha a não ser me afogar, mergulhar, me entregar de corpo, alma e todo o resto que me sobra, e tudo que a em mim fica distraído por você, fica perdido sem você...&lt;br /&gt;E eu me perco na mesma tolice de me apaixonar por alguém...&lt;/em&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/5282249735417426258-4118658083448920229?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/4118658083448920229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=4118658083448920229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/4118658083448920229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/4118658083448920229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/06/embaixo-de-uma-casuarina.html' title='Embaixo de uma casuarina...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SE2VmWlFbwI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZjZ11PZ0rEk/s72-c/corpo+na+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-5971632357165972446</id><published>2008-06-07T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:20:28.011-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A nada em copos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SErf89w6u8I/AAAAAAAAADo/8mKPFeCfjJk/s1600-h/xgfjxb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209222157472283586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SErf89w6u8I/AAAAAAAAADo/8mKPFeCfjJk/s400/xgfjxb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrei por aquela porta de bar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me sentei na àquela mesa de bar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te liguei pela ultima vez de dentro do bar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;então sentada na mesa do bar, chorei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorei e bebi,bebi e chorei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu já embriagada estava ali,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e foi assim que entrei na garrafa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mergulhei no copo e afoguei minha magoa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha dor, e você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi quando a tristeza passou por aquela rua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e me viu, venho sorrindo pra mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aaaa!.... não venhas sombra de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem de minha embriagueis,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;afasta ti da aqui,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ela com um doce sorriso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não vim sombra de tu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vim cuidar de tu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e assim a tristeza me passou os braços me levanto dali,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sai por aquela porta de bar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e me levantei da àquela mesa de bar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e não te liguei de novo de dentro do bar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e chorando de beber, andando torto, sai de bebe dali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e no fundo do copo vazio ficou você...&lt;/em&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/5282249735417426258-5971632357165972446?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/5971632357165972446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=5971632357165972446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/5971632357165972446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/5971632357165972446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/06/nada-em-copos.html' title='A nada em copos...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SErf89w6u8I/AAAAAAAAADo/8mKPFeCfjJk/s72-c/xgfjxb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-80153095925883600</id><published>2008-06-06T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:21:00.512-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEmWgRuD0oI/AAAAAAAAADg/jao1P_Cyz3M/s1600-h/nuvens1.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208859925287260802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEmWgRuD0oI/AAAAAAAAADg/jao1P_Cyz3M/s400/nuvens1.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Da&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do ónibus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;vejo seus raios &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reflectirem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; um céu azul que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;não tem azul para descrever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me vejo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a nada na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;àquele&lt;/span&gt; imenso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;azul num balanço quase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o vento em meu rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;como a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me lembra que sou peixe nesse &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mar , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;então, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;como um &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peixe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;irei nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;para não não fazer nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alem disso e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; serei no fundo do mar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mergulharei fundo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e verei as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do mar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;as pequeninas lulas a bailar e brincar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;com seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amiguinhos&lt;/span&gt; cavalos marinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me vejo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; em todo lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e como pode eu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peixe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; viver fora da &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;agua fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;como posso ser um &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peixe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;vivo sem a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tua companhia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5282249735417426258-80153095925883600?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/80153095925883600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=80153095925883600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/80153095925883600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/80153095925883600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/06/da-janela-do-nibus-vejo-seus-raios.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEmWgRuD0oI/AAAAAAAAADg/jao1P_Cyz3M/s72-c/nuvens1.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-6063189856290240345</id><published>2008-06-05T13:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:21:40.718-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Levante e cante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEgZRFtgK6I/AAAAAAAAADY/0T6zkBrCu7M/s1600-h/amanhecer.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208440750435478434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEgZRFtgK6I/AAAAAAAAADY/0T6zkBrCu7M/s400/amanhecer.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Levante....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mesmo que cedo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e cante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pôs você levantou !!!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a vida e as horas passam sozinhas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não esperam por ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é não pedem carona pra ninguém, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não espere que elas te carreguem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;na verdade elas te atropelam passam por cima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e não olham pra trás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;então corra e quando estive cansado de tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;veja o sol nascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de um mergulho no mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;suba em um pedra, e grite do alto dela que você e o dono do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;abra-se um árvore !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cate conchinhas na beira da praia com a pessoa que ama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tome um sorvete bem doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;coma brigadeiro na panela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;é lamba a colher !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;diga pelo menos uma vez no seu dia que você e feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;olhe pro sol e robe sua energia interminável....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;veja ele se por no horrisonte indo visitar o outro lado da terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;veja a lua e pesas a ela que banhe suas noites com luz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sorria pra vida mesmo que ela feche as faces pra você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tenha de bom animo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" camarada viva a vida mas leve não deixe que ela escorregue que te cause mas dor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;TM&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-6063189856290240345?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/6063189856290240345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentada no frio vento do mar,&lt;br /&gt;a beira de um deque,&lt;br /&gt;Relembro de uma noite...&lt;br /&gt;Você, eu, o lençol o travesseiro,&lt;br /&gt;recordo me de cada curva,&lt;br /&gt;cada centímetro de sua simetria de seu contorno,&lt;br /&gt;deglutindo com meus olhos cada milímetro de seu desenho,&lt;br /&gt;de sua alma, me da calafrios quentes só a pensar nos seus suspiros,&lt;br /&gt;do seu ar ofegante, do teu respirar oscilante nos pés de meus ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;te cinto aqui agora como não houveste outrora,outro dia,&lt;br /&gt;á te queria nesse momento,teus braços em meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;suas pernas em minhas pernas sua boca em minha, com, em,&lt;br /&gt;movimentos leve que nem pluma,&lt;br /&gt;a fada de meus contos me contas,&lt;br /&gt;com toques o que sabes de paixão,teus contornos,&lt;br /&gt;me contornam e assim te exploro como uma&lt;br /&gt;bela ilha deserto em meio ao oceano desejo-te&lt;br /&gt;mas que o ar que eu respiro, e na umidade de&lt;br /&gt;meus pensamentos lembro e relembro,&lt;br /&gt;repasso e revejo teu sorriso seu olhar a me consumir minhas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;meus dedos, te correm, te descobrem,&lt;br /&gt;tua boca beija minhas costas tuas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;mãos me apertão com ternura,&lt;br /&gt;te trago,&lt;br /&gt;te bebo,&lt;br /&gt;te olho,&lt;br /&gt;te desvisto,&lt;br /&gt;Faça de mim o que quiserdes,&lt;br /&gt;perco o controle, perco os sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;meus caminhos e tudo, mas, percorro te,&lt;br /&gt;te tomo em gole só, me embriagas,&lt;br /&gt;como ó melhor dos vinhos, mergulho em você,&lt;br /&gt;e te entrego o meu ser o meu estar, que pecado&lt;br /&gt;cometeste aprisionando minha alma a você,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem querer ou querendo por querer,&lt;br /&gt;o ar quente me toma e me vejo deitada&lt;br /&gt;emboscada em seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;sobre meu peito tu descansas,&lt;br /&gt;teus encantos, tua graça, teu balanço,&lt;br /&gt;acordo me enfrente ao mar quase a me&lt;br /&gt;molhar na areia e eu a suar frio levanto me vagarosamente sem lembra o que aconteceu, só lembro me que, recordavas de você&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5282249735417426258-3752884017490864781?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/3752884017490864781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=3752884017490864781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3752884017490864781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3752884017490864781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/06/ela.html' title='A ela...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEb1SltgK5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/zGGFXPjlIHs/s72-c/mar+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-2375879269036537531</id><published>2008-06-03T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:14:51.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um em um dia...pela manhã....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEVtzltgK4I/AAAAAAAAADI/DplaBP6L04c/s1600-h/alegria-guri.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207689277187566466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEVtzltgK4I/AAAAAAAAADI/DplaBP6L04c/s400/alegria-guri.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A tristeza partiu,&lt;br /&gt;Pois a alegria me visitas pela manhã,&lt;br /&gt;E vira a me acompanhar em quanto eu sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Olho pro céus e só vejo o azul,&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros brincam de bailar nos céus e eu aqui na terra,&lt;br /&gt;Converso com minha alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Que contente me trazes café na cama,&lt;br /&gt;Me deixas dormi ate tarde,&lt;br /&gt;E ainda por cima cantas para mim&lt;br /&gt;com o mas lindo timbre de voz.&lt;br /&gt;E ela que me acordas...&lt;br /&gt;A voz que esperei ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;A voz que desejo ouvir por todas as minhas manhãs...&lt;br /&gt;E perguntas, te acordei?&lt;br /&gt;Não importas se me acordou ou não,&lt;br /&gt;O que importa e que lembraste de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu e minha alegria aqui já de nariz vermelho...&lt;br /&gt;Já no amanhecer...&lt;br /&gt;Á ! que dia!&lt;br /&gt;Á ! que dia!&lt;br /&gt;Abro as cortinas,&lt;br /&gt;Me deparo com o mar que ao contrario de ontem&lt;br /&gt;revolto e mal criado,&lt;br /&gt;agora esta manso.&lt;br /&gt;Calmo beijando as areias com tau&lt;br /&gt;serenidade que me espanta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que mar bipolar, ontem revolto &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;agoras&lt;/span&gt; tão calmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida e assim mesmo cheia de altos e baixos,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lutarei para estar sempre no alto da pedra....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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manhã....'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEVtzltgK4I/AAAAAAAAADI/DplaBP6L04c/s72-c/alegria-guri.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-8699535724594469290</id><published>2008-06-03T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:22:56.162-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um em uma sala,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEVneVtgK3I/AAAAAAAAADA/ye-i98sgVYE/s1600-h/emptiness2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207682315045579634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEVneVtgK3I/AAAAAAAAADA/ye-i98sgVYE/s400/emptiness2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Tristeza me convida a ficar em um sala vazia,&lt;br /&gt;E aqui sentada, estou eu,&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza me sirvas um café!&lt;br /&gt;Porém ela me diz que não trará café nenhum,&lt;br /&gt;E ira me dar uma dose de solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por que tristeza?&lt;br /&gt;Por que me perturbas assim?&lt;br /&gt;Por que me pedes assim minha companhia esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;Outrora, outro dia...&lt;br /&gt;Passo aqui e te dou bom dia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não agora...&lt;br /&gt;Então ela me responde com seu olhar tristonho,&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não se vá todos já me deixaram,todos já me largaram!&lt;br /&gt;Mas e tão certo que estejais-te só,&lt;br /&gt;lhe peso um café e tu me trás solidão!&lt;br /&gt;lhe trouse solidão pós sei que estás só, e que sua amada te deixo,&lt;br /&gt;E que a amas até de mais do que mereceste,&lt;br /&gt;E que você merece outra coisa..&lt;br /&gt;Ô tristeza uma outra coisa como tu ?&lt;br /&gt;Não sejas assim...como pode falar assim de minha amada flor,&lt;br /&gt;Como podes falar assim de minha linda menina,&lt;br /&gt;Que para mim não importa o que me contem ou de sua fama e proezas devassa,&lt;br /&gt;Para mim ela será sempre a mas pura criatura da terra !&lt;br /&gt;Ó então me largues pela ilusão, me troques pela imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;Conheço tua amada,a visito pelas noites a dentro, sei o que ela faz...&lt;br /&gt;A triste já aborrecida me fala com ar mas serio do que a seriedade,&lt;br /&gt;Não se engane com sorrisos doces e olhar de pequena menina com inocência de um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos no mundo são inócuos iguais a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que gosto tanto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tristeza não posso te amar,&lt;br /&gt;Amo outra,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que, não tenha certeza de que ela sinta o mesmo a minha pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que, não me desejes todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que, não me queiras meu calor,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que, não me queiras como um todo,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, ainda á amo sei que e cedo mas melhor cedo do que tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Pós o meu tarde e construído pelo meu cedo é no meu cedo&lt;br /&gt;e no meu tarde e no meu noite a quero do meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Á quanta tolice sua menina! não ames assim!&lt;br /&gt;Basta! tristeza afasta-se de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Não blasfeme do meu amor de meu anjo de minha flor nem tão pouco da minha dor!&lt;br /&gt;Acalma te! já que gostas tanto de mim e me quer por perto,&lt;br /&gt;Fique no seu canto calada,&lt;br /&gt;E te farei compania,&lt;br /&gt;Não abras tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;Pós dela só sai palavras vazias,&lt;br /&gt;Frias,&lt;br /&gt;Sombrias,&lt;br /&gt;Pálidas que ao mesmo tempo são calmas porem um tanto que obscuras...&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza se cala...&lt;br /&gt;E se recolhe a um canto escuro da sala...&lt;br /&gt;Em quanto eu recolhida a um canto escuro da sala ...&lt;br /&gt;contemplo meu conflito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-8699535724594469290?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/8699535724594469290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=8699535724594469290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/8699535724594469290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/8699535724594469290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-em-uma-sala.html' title='Um em uma sala,...'/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEVneVtgK3I/AAAAAAAAADA/ye-i98sgVYE/s72-c/emptiness2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-561665573258639566</id><published>2008-05-31T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:26:49.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SELbjVtgK2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZFdl2LHpF4k/s1600-h/untitled.psd.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206965519363615586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SELbjVtgK2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZFdl2LHpF4k/s400/untitled.psd.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEHRoVtgKyI/AAAAAAAAACU/x8ie11sB3G4/s1600-h/untitled.psd.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SEHQO1tgKxI/AAAAAAAAACM/elKxYpHq_v4/s1600-h/untitled.psd.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Regas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pois,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que, este&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; jardim&lt;/span&gt; será teu eternamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;teu nome todas flores saberam de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e irão dizer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e todas as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flores&lt;/span&gt; a cada amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desabrocharão e abriram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;especialmente na esperança de ver passar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...a menina mais bela...&lt;/span&gt;com seu doce &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sorriso e olhar&lt;/span&gt; convicto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na certeza de um belo dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-561665573258639566?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/561665573258639566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/561665573258639566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/05/regas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afagos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;carinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;colinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sinto falta de beijinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cafunés,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mordidinhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;bichinho carente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;sou eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu que te quero,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu que te gosto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu que te adoro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;eu te devoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te quero por cima mas prefiro por baixo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te quero a esquerda mas prefiro a direita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mas enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te quero de todos os geitos maneiras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pra o todo sempre meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-3505949501206865453?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3505949501206865453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3505949501206865453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/05/afagos-carinhos-colinhos-sinto-falta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD-Ks1tgKwI/AAAAAAAAACE/f8g3LtVRsq4/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo-2.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-178819348673779567</id><published>2008-05-29T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:09:04.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD9701tgKuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NbeZ7E1XM_I/s1600-h/cafÃ©.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206015841964927714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD9701tgKuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NbeZ7E1XM_I/s200/caf%C3%A9.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet 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align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é hoje acordei com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vontade de&lt;/span&gt; sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bem que imaginei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;você &lt;/span&gt;aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas chega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de falar de ti!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vamos falar de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o que &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vai fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;venha hoje aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;garanto a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que, que não vai se arepender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que vai....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que vai.......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á esqueci o que ia dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas mesmo assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se sente &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tome um café comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vamos "papiar",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se sirvar avontade de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chá,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biscoitos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ou se preferir se sirva de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de meu &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dos meus &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e tauvez do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;coberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eu lhe robe as pontas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pela noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; em meio a um rodopio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pela cama ou um &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"espreguiso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; matinal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apenas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para meu dia ser melhor &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-178819348673779567?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/178819348673779567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/178819348673779567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje-acordei-com-vontade-de-sorrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD9701tgKuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NbeZ7E1XM_I/s72-c/caf%C3%A9.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-3088534902726461471</id><published>2008-05-29T03:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T03:39:27.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD5NyVtgKsI/AAAAAAAAABk/pvXfSmdTNno/s1600-h/826723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205683746503666370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD5NyVtgKsI/AAAAAAAAABk/pvXfSmdTNno/s400/826723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Curvas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;siga as curvas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde vão as curvas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;levam me a ti?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aos segredos de ti?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que desejo desvendar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não apenas uma, se não duas ....mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pelas muitas vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pós, não sacio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minha sede....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;de ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-3088534902726461471?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/3088534902726461471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=3088534902726461471' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3088534902726461471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/3088534902726461471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/05/curvas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD5NyVtgKsI/AAAAAAAAABk/pvXfSmdTNno/s72-c/826723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282249735417426258.post-6146685286533505041</id><published>2008-05-29T01:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:13:34.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD5A8ltgKrI/AAAAAAAAABc/21voAix3pvE/s1600-h/cochas.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205669628946164402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD5A8ltgKrI/AAAAAAAAABc/21voAix3pvE/s400/cochas.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminhando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gelado,...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pelo os pés que me levam embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pelo caminho umido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flocado de conchas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a sintilar igualmente ao seu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Olho,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paro,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reparo,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Penso,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reajo,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relevo,...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Revejo,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Re- salto, no alto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas nunca aocontrario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;continuo a andar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;caminhando assim pela vida sem fim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;continuamos ou não a caminhar assim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pelo menos eu acho que seria sem mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282249735417426258-6146685286533505041?l=kabasic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/feeds/6146685286533505041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5282249735417426258&amp;postID=6146685286533505041' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/6146685286533505041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282249735417426258/posts/default/6146685286533505041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabasic.blogspot.com/2008/05/caminhando.html' title=''/><author><name>Cah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532959540672643123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/TSZ4I-cRuHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ssVwRkCpfs/S220/IMG2427-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A64aqHewzKE/SD5A8ltgKrI/AAAAAAAAABc/21voAix3pvE/s72-c/cochas.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
