<?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-20435710</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:02:55.220-04:00</updated><category term='q'/><title type='text'>Letras Soltas</title><subtitle type='html'>Nada demais... nada mesmo.
"...Nao te dizer o que eu penso, ja e pensar em dizer..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316948954615939409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20435710.post-8722680417914005899</id><published>2008-07-10T07:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:31:43.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Amor Por Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Algumas vezes ate entendo quando as pessoas nao entendem.&lt;br /&gt;Tem quem ache que e exagero meu.&lt;br /&gt;Tem quem diga mesmo que nao e preciso tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Ha quem nada fale, mas vejo o que dizem nas expressoes dos seus rostos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas tem uma, mas nao acho que dao tanto valor. &lt;br /&gt;E quem nao tem, gostaria muito de ter.&lt;br /&gt;Ha quem brinca com as suas vez ou outra.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, particularmente,gostaria de estar junto o tempo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim antes mesmo de nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu soube, ja amava. Queria que viesse logo.&lt;br /&gt;E quando veio, cantava e lia para ela.&lt;br /&gt;Por muitas noite, velei seu sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco sempre ouvir, compreender.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro sempre um sorriso, a alegria do meu viver.&lt;br /&gt;Jamais a esqueci num canto, jamais a deichei so.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo quando nao pude estar, ia em sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho onde so nos duas nos encontramos.&lt;br /&gt;E la, andamos de maos dadas, conversando nossas inumeras besteiras.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro nossa cumplicidade, nosso jeito igual de ser e sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que gosto mesmo, o que me engradece, e quando por mim, chama Tia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20435710-8722680417914005899?l=dizmais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/feeds/8722680417914005899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20435710&amp;postID=8722680417914005899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/8722680417914005899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/8722680417914005899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-amor-por-ela.html' title='Meu Amor Por Ela'/><author><name>Lela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316948954615939409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20435710.post-7903002956401327396</id><published>2008-04-12T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:49:11.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='q'/><title type='text'>Tres vidas e mais um passo pra tras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Quanto mesmo?... 1 ano, 2 ???  Nem sei bem como recomecar. Mais uma vez. Ainda por ai, a toa. Dessa vez talvez mais sincera, mas inda mto bagunceira. E a vida, e a vida ... (ainda me lembro do meu amigo)(que inclusive ficamos de trocar uns trabalhos... preciso achar onde coloquei.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aonde estava toda essa harmonia que nao vi antes?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foram as incertezas e choros?&lt;br /&gt;Desde quando voce esta parado ai a me observar sem dizer o quanto eu precisava ver?&lt;br /&gt;Voei novamente, mas dessa vez eu estava de tenis. Verde, nao muito velho, sola de borracha laranja.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim, nao foi? e que eu nao me lembro muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Voce me da a mao ate eu dormecer?&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao tenho mais medo, apenas me faz bem."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20435710-7903002956401327396?l=dizmais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/feeds/7903002956401327396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20435710&amp;postID=7903002956401327396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/7903002956401327396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/7903002956401327396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/2008/04/tres-vidas-e-mais-um-passo-pra-tras.html' title='Tres vidas e mais um passo pra tras...'/><author><name>Lela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316948954615939409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20435710.post-115045505064270291</id><published>2006-06-16T06:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:50:50.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/2047/1600/Fenix%20desenho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/2047/320/Fenix%20desenho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nao sei... nao sei....&lt;br /&gt;As vezes doi, aperta, inflama e maxuca mto... mas se segue, ne?&lt;br /&gt;Tem que seguir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20435710-115045505064270291?l=dizmais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/feeds/115045505064270291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20435710&amp;postID=115045505064270291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/115045505064270291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/115045505064270291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/2006/06/nao-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Lela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316948954615939409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20435710.post-113761230227605510</id><published>2006-01-18T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:55:08.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta decidido e pronto. A dedicacao agora sera dobrada e outra... totalmente diferente de antes. Mas e como disse... cada dia aqui, e um novo dia, de renascimento total! Nunca e igual a ontem, ao menos que se queira!!! Mas agora ja decidi e a deixa ja diz tudo, pra quem me conhece... E o que quero e o que gosto! nao ta 100% decidido, como nada em mim e 100% ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baixei uns pagodes hoje... hum.. pagode, ne? E.. fundo de quintal!!! Eu gosto, eu gosto... (isso me lembra alguem que adora repetir as pequenas frases) Ainda continuo sem acentos nesse teclado!! Ah, me sinto tao incompleta sem meus acentos, e a expressao, saca?? Hum.. faei saca... ando assim, falando muito e tudo misturado ao mesmo tempo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa e especial... muito, viu??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Entao voce apareceu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E antes de me ver voando ao redor de sua morada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentiu uma brisa suave rossar seu rosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E como se ouvisse varios sininhos harmonicos tocarem um som desconhecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi minha voz que invadiu sua mente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao pensei que pudesse te acordar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao queria te despertar desse sono eterno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas voce me viu e o encanto foi feito ali mesmo, naquela hora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imprecisa, incerta, perfeita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao ha mais volta, ja nao podes mais fugir de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao te prendo, assim o encanto nao funciona.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas te deixo tao livre que todos os dias retornas ao meu sorriso..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20435710-113761230227605510?l=dizmais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/feeds/113761230227605510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20435710&amp;postID=113761230227605510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/113761230227605510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/113761230227605510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/2006/01/mais-um-diferente.html' title='Mais um diferente'/><author><name>Lela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316948954615939409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20435710.post-113626527217897057</id><published>2006-01-03T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:14:32.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/2047/1600/Christie%20Pits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/2047/200/Christie%20Pits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hum.... confesso que nao e mto de mim essa coisa de blogg... talvez nem tenha ninguem lendo isso, o que realmente me tranquiliza mais.. mas isso nao e pra se exposto?? E isso que realmente nao gosto. Gostaria mto de ter poucas pessoas vindo aqui e lendo. De preferencia, pessoas que me conhece BEM, que sabem quem realmente sou. Mas em todo caso, estou tentando a mto custo me adaptar a todas essas coisas que a Internet trouxe pra rotina das pessoas. Talvez nunca conseguirei fazer disso uma rotina, mas ninguem pode dizer que nao tentei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nao sei se sou eu mesma quem vem ali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem nao tava assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito sorridente pro meu gosto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nao se iluda, minha cara,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensamentos nao irao virar atitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a menos que voce caia de vez desse penhasco,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comece a desce-lo devagar. E logo!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20435710-113626527217897057?l=dizmais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/feeds/113626527217897057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20435710&amp;postID=113626527217897057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/113626527217897057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20435710/posts/default/113626527217897057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizmais.blogspot.com/2006/01/hum.html' title=''/><author><name>Lela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13316948954615939409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
