<?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-5096427110838032725</id><updated>2011-12-26T11:11:19.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retalhos</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui estão partes da minha alma.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3125707284648302883</id><published>2011-12-06T01:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T01:36:18.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4Mo5IwMwnE/Tt2ZIkGXM2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/x-gK1at85wU/s1600/eu+e+Ana.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4Mo5IwMwnE/Tt2ZIkGXM2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/x-gK1at85wU/s320/eu+e+Ana.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Olhe para a verdade e descubra o quanto ela sempre foi verdade diante dos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Olhe para a noite e veja na escuridão, milhares de luzes brilhando, iluminando os céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Olhe para a Lua e perceba que mesmo sem te conhecer, ela te da sua luz sem pedir nada em troca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Olhe o sol e conheça a plenitude da luz rasgando a escuridão do nosso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Olhe uma criança, um bebê, e veja como nos olha sem julgar nossos defeitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Olhe como sorri sem perguntar se estamos achando graça, e como nos abraça em plena entrega sem saber se tera o abraço de volta, e provavelmente não terá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Olhe o caminho, nem sabe se será percorrido mas estará lá cada vez que seus pés derem um passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Sinta o vento, a brisa, te envolvendo sem nem mesmo você poder retribuir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Sinta a chuva molhando seu corpo, lavando sua alma, limpando seus chakras, sem cobrar nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Sinta o perfume das flores alegrando seu dia, sempre desde que você nasceu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Às vezes esqueçemos nossos passos numa curva, e nos perdemos numa estrada sem fim, e quando tentamos nos achar, encontramos varias placas, qual seguir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Perdemos a noção do tempo, da vida, da alegria, do amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;O que é o amor? O que é? O que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Meus pés pisaram o solo árido da solidão por tanto tempo, que o amor se perdeu de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Meus olhos enxergaram tanta escuridão que a luz me cega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Minha pele tem marcas de tempo... de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Minha alma tem as cicratizes que a vida deixou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Morte. Morri cada dia que não vi os seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Morri cada segundo que passei sem te reencontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;De onde eu conhecia essa canção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Meu coração pulou de alegria, ou foi de medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Meu coração reconheceu o teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Eu ouvi os anjos dizerem, espera com calma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Mas meus pés tinham pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;E eu corri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Eu corri tanto em sua direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Que confundi meu coração te procurando em outros rostos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Em outras faces que eu achei amar mas que nunca amei porque nunca foram você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Por que nenhum deles podia me entender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Por que nenhum deles podia ler meus pensamentos, entender meu coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Por que eu nunca pude contar meus segredos mais secretos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;E o meu coração te chamava com lágrimas de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Pulsava calado, mudo de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Nunca pude partilhar plenamente o que é teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Nunca pude ser EU porque nunca fomos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;E sem NÓS não existe EU nem dEUs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Amor, amor, amor, todos querem, todos buscam, mas só há um lugar onde ele pode estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Só há um alguém capaz de fazer ele brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;A nossa alma gêmea, a metade que se perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;E vivemos essa busca infinitamente, incansávelmente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Até quando dizemos que não queremos mais nada. queremos tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Porque sem amor não podemos ser completos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Sem amor não podemos &amp;nbsp;tirar os pés do chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Sem amor acreditamos em palavras duras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Sem amor acreditamos em dificuldades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Sem amor não somos nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Ah o amor! Por amor fazemos as maiores loucuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Amar é como pular de um precipicio de olhos fechados acreditando que vamos voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;O coração acelera, a adrenalina toma conta do nosso corpo e nada mais importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Abre a porta, quero entrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Abre a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Abre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3125707284648302883?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4Mo5IwMwnE/Tt2ZIkGXM2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/x-gK1at85wU/s72-c/eu+e+Ana.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-9097127812043662066</id><published>2011-07-20T02:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T02:13:10.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Linhas do Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Talvez as linhas do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Tenham apagado algumas lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Tenham sufocado um coração que sorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Ou mesmo matado uma louca alegria de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Talvez as marcas do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Tenham feito cicatrizes que nunca se apagam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E o espelho traga de volta toda dor quando se olha pra elas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Quem sabe a estrada não era assim tão segura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E os obstáculos foram tantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;A chuva, o frio, o inverno escondendo um sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Um céu cinzento que como uma cortina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Esconde toda uma peça de teatro que foi encenada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E a platéia agora está vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Já não se ouvem os aplausos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Apenas os ecos do tempo ressoando nas paredes antigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;De um velho teatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Quem sabe numa trilha onde se pudesse achar o paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Tenha nos levado sem querer ao inferno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E me perdi de mim, tentando me achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Marquei os passos no chão mas esqueci que o tempo apaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Não sei mais voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Voltar onde está meu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Voltar onde existem abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Voltar onde estendo os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E grito de felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Meus pés caminham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Hoje doem, têm espinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Eu piso como que com medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Já não ando segura de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Já não durmo com cheiro de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E meus sonhos são um turbilhão de vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E eu me pergunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Apenas me pergunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Onde foi que eu me perdi.&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/5096427110838032725-9097127812043662066?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-523658237304861497</id><published>2011-06-27T03:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T04:16:34.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laço (Com amor para Gordynhu)</title><content type='html'>Eu nunca toquei sua pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca senti seu cheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não descansei nos seus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nao me perdi em seus abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda não tive o prazer do seu gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem amanheci no calor do seu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto você tão perto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas você não está aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu tateio no vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O toque suave das suas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O gosto doce do seu beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto a respiração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem me dera seus abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus carinhos, seus espaços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sua alma entrelaçada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na minha, como um laço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem me dera um sol nascendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso fogo ainda ardendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma manhã de sono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfume de flor se abrindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me abraçando e dormindo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dou tudo por um momento em sua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por um pequeno espaço de eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mil anos em um segundo de felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dou tudo pra olhar no seu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mergulhar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te beijar, abraçar, amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que não ando só...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não está, mas está aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração está cheio de flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas você quem plantou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você me deu um jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu te dou meu amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-523658237304861497?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/523658237304861497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=523658237304861497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/523658237304861497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/523658237304861497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2011/06/laco_27.html' title='Laço (Com amor para Gordynhu)'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-4708490661711703183</id><published>2010-11-02T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:08:40.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais que demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Lembro cada sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Cada gesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Cada pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Lembro tua alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Nossa euforia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Na sintonia de se amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Lembro cada ciume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Sem teu perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Sem teu toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Sem tua pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mas com o teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Bem aqui junto ao meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Cada passo um laço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Cada dia um Adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Cada momento um abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Que no tempo se perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;E essa saudade ferina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Arrancando tudo por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Eu ando sorrindo minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Chorando de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Querendo teu colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Desejando tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Pedindo socorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Derramando minha calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Queimando em paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Onde você estará?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Em que braços se perdeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Volta amor para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Aqui é seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Muito mais que demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Nunca, nunca, diga Adeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-4708490661711703183?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/4708490661711703183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=4708490661711703183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4708490661711703183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4708490661711703183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/11/mais-que-demais.html' title='Mais que demais'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-2890463139667837952</id><published>2010-09-16T00:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:02:15.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Com você</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando você diz que não pode aparecer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando você liga para desmarcar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu fico sem saída só pensando em você&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu não sei onde ir e nem sei o que fazer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando você pede um tempo pra pensar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E quando nossas brigas parecem não terminar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu fico sem saída só pensando em você&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E não sei onde ir e nem sei o que fazer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu só sei te amar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nada mais pra pensar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu não quero te dar tempo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu quero todo tempo com você&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu to ficando louca&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só teu nome em minha boca&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meu coração só bate, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E só respiro por você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-2890463139667837952?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/2890463139667837952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=2890463139667837952' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2890463139667837952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2890463139667837952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/com-voce.html' title='Com você'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3586541658348210002</id><published>2010-09-16T00:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:01:44.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fale que me ama mesmo que seja mentira&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diga que me quer mesmo que não queira nada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque quero morrer apaixonada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me jure que só existo eu na sua vida&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E finja que é louco por meu corpo meu olhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E com certeza finjo acreditar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não me venha com verdades&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sua sinceridade pode guardar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me esconda seus desejos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E finja só me desejar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diante dos meus olhos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu quero você louco&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E nesse corpo a corpo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te dar muito prazer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu quero ouvir tua boca&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mentindo como louca&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que eu sou sua loucura&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que só existe eu e você.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque se você não me amar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se você não me quiser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se os meus beijos não te fazem delirar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se eu não sou seu grande amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se não sou eu quem te excita&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu te peço minta, minta, minta!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3586541658348210002?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3586541658348210002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3586541658348210002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3586541658348210002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3586541658348210002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/minta.html' title='Minta'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-323663488314291831</id><published>2010-09-16T00:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:01:12.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor verdadeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor verdadeiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É como árvore&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tem que plantar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E nasce bem pequeno&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É frágil e sensível&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tem que regar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor é como a flor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só dá perfume&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se bem cuidar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor não se acha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor não se encontra &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tem que plantar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor verdadeiro não vem com dinheiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem vem com paixão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor verdadeiro é ouro de vida realização&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não nasce no pé da noite pro dia tem que esperar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor verdadeiro é a plenitude de se doar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-323663488314291831?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/323663488314291831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=323663488314291831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/323663488314291831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/323663488314291831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/amor-verdadeiro.html' title='Amor verdadeiro'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-682862762941224740</id><published>2010-09-16T00:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:00:41.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic tac...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O tic tac do relógio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me incomoda&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque me lembra a hora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E você não chega pra me abraçar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O tempo vai passando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu nessa peleja&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Torcendo, rezando,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suando frio pra você chegar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas quando você chega&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo se transforma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então eu peço a Deus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pro tempo não passar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando estou nos seus braços&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu perco a hora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu perco tudo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Até meu juízo é difícil achar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor não vá embora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixe passar o trem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor perca a hora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nesse vai e vem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor não tenha pressa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De se retirar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu preparei o quarto e forrei a cama&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra você ficar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-682862762941224740?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/682862762941224740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=682862762941224740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/682862762941224740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/682862762941224740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/tic-tac.html' title='Tic tac...'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-6340105216893460921</id><published>2010-09-15T23:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:59:56.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sua ciência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que amor é esse que você dizia sentir por mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que acabou assim sem explicação&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Num dia confetes e flores no meu jardim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No outro uma jorrada de malcriação&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem me deixar explicar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E sem compreender&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu já nem via você em você&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talvez você não tenha sido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nunca quem eu via ser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apenas mostrou sua face como vem a ser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lamento que tenha acabado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que podia ser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O começo de um grande amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só lamento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas não lamento por mim apenas por você&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu sigo em frente de cabeça erguida&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A minha consciência vai tranqüila&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas sei que você não sabe &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que é consciência&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Trair e enganar é sua ciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-6340105216893460921?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/6340105216893460921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=6340105216893460921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quem dera as ondas do mar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pudessem trazer você pra mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Num barquinho de papel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Numa noite de luar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu faria uma casa de palha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só pra gente morar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra caber o nosso amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a alegria de te reencontrar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu daria uma festa de luz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E nunca mais viveria &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na escuridão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desde que você se foi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nada foi como antes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem o céu, nem as estrelas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Muito menos o luar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quem me dera por um segundo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Você pudesse voltar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E viver novamente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aquela noite de luar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-2422113493086818243?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/2422113493086818243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=2422113493086818243' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2422113493086818243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2422113493086818243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/barquinho-de-papel.html' title='Barquinho de papel'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1580603544397491686</id><published>2010-09-15T23:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:55:21.855-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/TJGHD9IxXPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kjsAeHi60cY/s1600/wallpaper_recife_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/TJGHD9IxXPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kjsAeHi60cY/s400/wallpaper_recife_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517339520526277874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recife minha cidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O meu amor por ti é imortal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha paixão ilimitada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por tua arquitetura fenomenal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recife de ruas e pontes &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E tantas recordações&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ligando passado, futuro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E emoções.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recife poucos entendem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tua estrutura.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teus vinte e dois caminhos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quem já percorreu?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recife quem te endente &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É quem já te viveu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1580603544397491686?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1580603544397491686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1580603544397491686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1580603544397491686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1580603544397491686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/recife.html' title='Recife'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/TJGHD9IxXPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/kjsAeHi60cY/s72-c/wallpaper_recife_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-4281131359323568044</id><published>2010-09-15T23:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:51:46.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfaia sem dono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/TJGGHzN12eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LsfcHmMzzf4/s1600/ouro.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/_vniAl8MgC10/TJGGHzN12eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LsfcHmMzzf4/s400/ouro.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517338487071037922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda ouço o som do tambor, ainda ouço&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando fecho meus olhos começo a sonhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que o meu maracatu vai desfilar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda ouço o som do apito, ainda ouço&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E sinto as ruas lotadas ao meu redor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os flashes, as luzes acesas para o maracatu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a saudade não deixa o tambor parar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando eu fecho meus olhos, ouço ele tocar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E longe o timbau ressoa no ar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É um grito de socorro clamando&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pedindo pro Maracatu voltar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ouçam! O timbau está chorando...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que faço sem risos e abraços&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos tantos que eu ganhei&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Das mãos amigas, saudades,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nostalgia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E mais, o que faço sem o meu maracatu?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou rei e sou rainha sem trono,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou folião sem carnaval,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou uma alfaia sem dono.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-4281131359323568044?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/4281131359323568044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=4281131359323568044' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4281131359323568044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4281131359323568044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/alfaia-sem-dono.html' title='Alfaia sem dono'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/TJGGHzN12eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/LsfcHmMzzf4/s72-c/ouro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1687568321383006487</id><published>2010-09-15T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:39:39.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu tamborim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Passei na avenida do samba&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra ouvir meu tamborim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esperei que ele tocasse&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas meu tamborim emudeceu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E até hoje não sei &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que aconteceu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O samba não rolou &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E ninguém desfilou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na passarela do samba do meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E pra não dizer que estou infeliz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu fiz essa canção que apenas diz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A musica parou em minha vida&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E já não toca mais no meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enquanto eu respirar haverá vida&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas sem amor não haverá canção.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1687568321383006487?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-6542095057673714147</id><published>2010-09-15T23:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:36:35.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jardim sem jardineiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Você deixou em mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma marca de amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas jamais me amou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brincou com meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como se cheira flor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas jamais tocou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Abriu todas as portas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas jamais entrou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu tive que, uma por uma,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tentar fechar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra sarar a dor que você deixou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Você já devia saber&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que com amor não se brinca&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que não se rega um jardim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que não vai cuidar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu bem que acreditei&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por um bom tempo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que você iria,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O meu jardineiro virar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu sou um Jardim sem flor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem alegria...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por causa do seu desamor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só dou erva daninha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-6542095057673714147?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/6542095057673714147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=6542095057673714147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6542095057673714147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6542095057673714147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/jardim-sem-jardineiro.html' title='Jardim sem jardineiro'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-2355322239394728219</id><published>2010-09-15T23:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:37:36.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem você</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enquanto você sorria com seu novo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu sozinha chorava, sofria com a minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E quando te encontrava sorria pra não chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Você disfarçava alegria e eu disfarçava pesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas apesar de tudo segui em frente para não morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O peito doía, coração ardia, de amor por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E quando te via teimava em disparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Você nem desconfiava o que podia provocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fiz tudo que pude enquanto agüentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pelo bem de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Deixei tudo pra trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Deixei para viver depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E agora que o depois chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não consigo viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Parei para viver nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E agora não sei mais viver... sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-2355322239394728219?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/2355322239394728219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=2355322239394728219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2355322239394728219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra eu seguir em paz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas o tempo passou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E você não desgrudou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda está no meu peito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu já não agüento mais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu quero esquecer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que um dia você existiu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que um dia beijei seu amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E você apenas fingiu...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu quero deixar a saudade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na esquina da dor com a ilusão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu quero ter felicidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem você no coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-760740456832300912?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/760740456832300912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=760740456832300912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/760740456832300912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/760740456832300912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2010/09/sai-de-mim.html' title='Sai de mim!'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-9097926099023779202</id><published>2009-02-27T15:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:44:58.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*NAJA*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liberdade é o teu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muita gente ainda não sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas meu coração reconhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando o teu olhar beija-flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pousa no meu e me aquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voa por muitos lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas de nada se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guarda um baú de amizades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pra cada uma, uma prece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para a pressa o vagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para o andar segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para o transitar, o homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para o viver, a criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-9097926099023779202?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-6169611356017246440</id><published>2009-02-05T12:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:10:01.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;br /&gt;Pintaria aquela noite numa tela&lt;br /&gt;Com tintas de aquarela&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar gravado&lt;br /&gt;Além do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Toda felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que você me deu&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a gente acredita&lt;br /&gt;Na mentira de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Pra esquecer a verdade da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei em todas&lt;br /&gt;As tuas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu, as achasse verdade&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque bem me cabiam.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, as tuas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Criam minhas verdades&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto você finge felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo sentindo essa dor,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-6169611356017246440?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/6169611356017246440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=6169611356017246440' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6169611356017246440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6169611356017246440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2009/02/realidade-sobre-camaragibe.html' title='Realidade'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3966970025525343129</id><published>2008-12-12T14:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:07:26.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleno Deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Talvez se eu tivesse coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eu te diria o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Com os olhos te falo a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Com a boca, sem pena eu te minto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Meus atos denunciam o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mas isso, não por querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É só um coração teimoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que teima em aparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Coisas de quem só pode sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;De  longe, sonhando estar perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Querendo em seus braços ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mas vivendo em pleno deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que frio me fazes passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mas tarde eu sei que cheguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nos braços de outra um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que tanto, tanto esperei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3966970025525343129?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3966970025525343129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3966970025525343129' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3966970025525343129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3966970025525343129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/12/pleno-deserto.html' title='Pleno Deserto'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-9051905021742742811</id><published>2008-10-22T19:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:40:20.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desculpas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Perdoem a ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Em breve postarei novidades!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Beijos em todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Flores!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-9051905021742742811?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/9051905021742742811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=9051905021742742811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/9051905021742742811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/9051905021742742811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/10/desculpas.html' title='Desculpas'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1238073165608950084</id><published>2008-08-14T14:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:04:40.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teus ais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SKRlxXtWC2I/AAAAAAAAANI/2H-Bfkg6WE0/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234420565763558242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SKRlxXtWC2I/AAAAAAAAANI/2H-Bfkg6WE0/s400/pes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não posso ir onde vais&lt;br /&gt;Amigo poeta mineiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso ouvir os teus ais&lt;br /&gt;Cantados em versos inteiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso sentir o teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Em cada canção que compôs&lt;br /&gt;Tua preocupação com o sertão&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo feijão com arroz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo compositor&lt;br /&gt;Com uma voz sincera&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta lindo na alma&lt;br /&gt;Construindo a nova era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo de luz&lt;br /&gt;Já brilha ao teu redor&lt;br /&gt;Como num "Belo Horizonte",&lt;br /&gt;Estais cada dia melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua música é bálsamo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos alimenta a alma&lt;br /&gt;Nos transporta a mundos&lt;br /&gt;De uma paz que acalma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1238073165608950084?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1238073165608950084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1238073165608950084' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1238073165608950084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1238073165608950084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/08/teus-ais.html' title='Teus ais'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SKRlxXtWC2I/AAAAAAAAANI/2H-Bfkg6WE0/s72-c/pes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-4444845930424170505</id><published>2008-08-14T13:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:59:10.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouro puro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SKRiXGHzQVI/AAAAAAAAANA/3BDBMUfgP9s/s1600-h/vander.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234416815831204178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SKRiXGHzQVI/AAAAAAAAANA/3BDBMUfgP9s/s400/vander.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Os braços estendidos num abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O verbo escondido num compasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O meu olhar vai preso no teu passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Desenhas mundos com a tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tua ausência é o meu castigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tua canção é o meu abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Essa distância é um inimigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Do que une todos nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Essa luz, essa paz, essa esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Que me faz sentir criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Da tua composição, é a herança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Que desata todos nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sou pequena diante de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Meu poeta iluminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;És festa, és luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;um tesouro guardado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-4444845930424170505?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/4444845930424170505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=4444845930424170505' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4444845930424170505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4444845930424170505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-braos-estendidos-num-abrao-o-verbo.html' title='Ouro puro'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SKRiXGHzQVI/AAAAAAAAANA/3BDBMUfgP9s/s72-c/vander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-2039317835673985107</id><published>2008-08-14T13:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:24:30.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem juízo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu ponho fogo&lt;br /&gt;Na sua cama&lt;br /&gt;Eu boto açúcar&lt;br /&gt;No seu café&lt;br /&gt;O sol nascendo&lt;br /&gt;E esse seu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Já me diz num beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que você me quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a porta&lt;br /&gt;Do meu paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Jardim do Édem&lt;br /&gt;Onde quero entrar&lt;br /&gt;Tá me tirando&lt;br /&gt;Todo meu juízo&lt;br /&gt;Tô enlouquecendo&lt;br /&gt;De tanto te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua e sol&lt;br /&gt;Céu e estrela&lt;br /&gt;Cama e lençol&lt;br /&gt;Rede e esteira&lt;br /&gt;Areia e terra&lt;br /&gt;Mar e rio&lt;br /&gt;barco e farol&lt;br /&gt;Chuva e estio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-2039317835673985107?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/2039317835673985107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=2039317835673985107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2039317835673985107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2039317835673985107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/08/sem-juzo.html' title='Sem juízo'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-5118376564339218211</id><published>2008-07-10T13:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:44:36.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SHY8K8OgqsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eSMlvgJNey8/s1600-h/semente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221426976646015682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SHY8K8OgqsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eSMlvgJNey8/s400/semente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Aproveite agora para plantar o amanhã!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-5118376564339218211?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/5118376564339218211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=5118376564339218211' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5118376564339218211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5118376564339218211'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SGTydYJTWgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DsuuajhYGJY/s1600-h/miseria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216560854913473026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SGTydYJTWgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DsuuajhYGJY/s320/miseria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO QUÊ VOCÊ ESTÁ RECLAMANDO?!!!&lt;/strong&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/5096427110838032725-5804789244764618445?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/5804789244764618445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=5804789244764618445' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5804789244764618445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5804789244764618445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_27.html' title='Você reclama da vida?'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SGTydYJTWgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DsuuajhYGJY/s72-c/miseria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8599166610691851774</id><published>2008-06-26T10:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:45:09.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundos paralelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Há um mundo insuspeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Respirando a nossa volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cheio de luz e respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Que segue sua própria rota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lá os amigos são amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Os perdões esquecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O amor não é contido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nem tampouco esquecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;As mãos estendidas, apoio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Os abraços aquecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lá todo colo é consolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E toda amizade, fermento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Quem poderá entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A saudade que sinto de lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Onde até as árvores cantam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sem da vida reclamar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Porque a vida lá é luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E o sol, os corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Quero falar desse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Em todas as minhas canções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-8599166610691851774?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8599166610691851774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8599166610691851774' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8599166610691851774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8599166610691851774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Mundos paralelos'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-7954247001550571673</id><published>2008-06-26T10:16:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:36:53.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Indignação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que terríveis mãos&lt;br /&gt;Te arrancaram a vida?&lt;br /&gt;Assim, sem dó nem perdão,&lt;br /&gt;Nos abriram essa ferida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos indignação&lt;br /&gt;E não há justificativa&lt;br /&gt;Para um ato tão brutal&lt;br /&gt;Que a justiça seja ativa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhinhos que ontem brilhavam&lt;br /&gt;Em teu rostinho de criança&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso ví estampado&lt;br /&gt;Da tua mãe a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor que veio perfumar&lt;br /&gt;Podada antes mesmo de se abrir&lt;br /&gt;Teu jardim agora é o céu&lt;br /&gt;Virou estrela após partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome linda criança&lt;br /&gt;Lembrava o sabor do mel&lt;br /&gt;Estamos orando por você&lt;br /&gt;Vai em paz, adeus, ISABEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-7954247001550571673?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/7954247001550571673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=7954247001550571673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7954247001550571673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7954247001550571673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/06/indignao.html' title='Indignação'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3340162911046741821</id><published>2008-06-26T10:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:23:31.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite fria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;O teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não me diz nada&lt;br /&gt;É como noite fria&lt;br /&gt;Madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Parece pedra&lt;br /&gt;Guardada no peito,&lt;br /&gt;Encravada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pedras podem ser&lt;br /&gt;Tão preciosas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez só precise lapidar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, haja um tesouro&lt;br /&gt;Escondido dentro&lt;br /&gt;Desse seu olhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3340162911046741821?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3340162911046741821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3340162911046741821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3340162911046741821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3340162911046741821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/06/noite-fria.html' title='Noite fria'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8154148658024822124</id><published>2008-05-28T11:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:58:20.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu mundo interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pelo mundo interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Por um tempo fui morar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Descobri tanta beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quase não queria voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tanto há que não sabemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tanto que não entendemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que quando nos deparamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quase nós enlouquecemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tantas razões infundadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tantas emoções reprimidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tantos corações sem nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tanta falta de viver pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sonho com um  mundo melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sonho ser um com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que um dia sejamos nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Como já somos sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-8154148658024822124?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8154148658024822124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8154148658024822124' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8154148658024822124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8154148658024822124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/05/meu-mundo-interior.html' title='Meu mundo interior'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1904388387868151802</id><published>2008-05-12T20:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:54:28.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aos meus amigos flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aos que apenas visitam flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aos que me criticam, flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aos que nem lêem flores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1904388387868151802?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1904388387868151802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1904388387868151802' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1904388387868151802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1904388387868151802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/05/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-4744607451260758667</id><published>2008-04-24T11:12:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:26:08.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verso, prosa e poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Não pense, apenas escreva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Assim como um bebê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tomando sopa de letrinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Vá desenhando, contornando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Escrevendo estas linhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sou eu, teu EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Quem está mandando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Obedece porque isso é um conselho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Depois te olha e te lê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nestes versos, Como num espelho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Caminha todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Entre a prosa e a poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Escrevendo sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Teus sentimentos, mascaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;E denuncias noites de luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Teu verso, teu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Teu caderno, teu abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tua poesia, tua ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Não há nada melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Que desaguar o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-4744607451260758667?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/4744607451260758667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=4744607451260758667' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4744607451260758667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4744607451260758667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/verso-prosa-e-poesia.html' title='Verso, prosa e poesia'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-9105634804467830188</id><published>2008-04-24T11:12:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:25:10.192-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Varredura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Você levou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E quase me enlouqueceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E quando eu pus os pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eu vi que só havia "eu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eu e minha ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Achando que era um grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eu acendi essa paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tua frieza apagou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eu me entreguei para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sem medos e sem restrições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E só o que ganhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Foram desilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Você descoloriu meu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Me fez chorar todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não teve o menor respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ao destruir minha alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-9105634804467830188?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/9105634804467830188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=9105634804467830188' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/9105634804467830188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/9105634804467830188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/varredura.html' title='Varredura'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1083229853126707867</id><published>2008-04-18T10:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:45:43.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni-versos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quero falar de amor, dor, ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever calor, sabor, canção&lt;br /&gt;Te dar o melhor que possas ler,&lt;br /&gt;Que possas ler meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixem compartilhar com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Todos sentimentos que afloram&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu saiba que muitos&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras ignoram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixem dividir com vocês&lt;br /&gt;Cada palavra dos meus versos&lt;br /&gt;Criando em cada mente semeada&lt;br /&gt;Novos e futuros universos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1083229853126707867?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1083229853126707867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1083229853126707867' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1083229853126707867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1083229853126707867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/uni-versos_18.html' title='Uni-versos'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8534561502094726310</id><published>2008-04-10T09:10:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:31:45.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Eternidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R_4IpCGQ1KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bokOID_78Ho/s1600-h/trem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187593321808188578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R_4IpCGQ1KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bokOID_78Ho/s400/trem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não tenho todo tempo do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Porque o tempo é que me tem&lt;br /&gt;E na verdade vou na vida&lt;br /&gt;Como vai nos trilhos o trem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, teimosa, eu penso&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo inexiste&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Fale, grite, que ele existe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que os relógios&lt;br /&gt;Com seus ponteiros pontuais&lt;br /&gt;Venha o tempo marcar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonho, eu vôo&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas de liberdade&lt;br /&gt;E não quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque as horas que vivo&lt;br /&gt;São minhas e só.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo mergulhando no meu eu&lt;br /&gt;Como a corda em um nó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando procurando&lt;br /&gt;Minhas verdades&lt;br /&gt;Numa estrada longa e incerta&lt;br /&gt;Chamada eternidade...&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/5096427110838032725-8534561502094726310?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8534561502094726310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8534561502094726310' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8534561502094726310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8534561502094726310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/eternidade.html' title='...Eternidade...'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R_4IpCGQ1KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bokOID_78Ho/s72-c/trem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3433760017344116825</id><published>2008-04-10T09:10:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:18:05.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Divagação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nem todo tempo é gasto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nem toda grama é pasto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E nem todo verde é esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nem tudo que se move é vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E nem tudo que está parado é morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nem todo azar é falta de sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O que não é cabeça, é cauda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O que não é rei, é plebeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O que perdeu a vida... morreu?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3433760017344116825?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3433760017344116825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3433760017344116825' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3433760017344116825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3433760017344116825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/divagao.html' title='Divagação'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1602175709235090156</id><published>2008-04-10T08:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:05:40.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tudo ficou diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Depois que o sol entrou pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contemplei&lt;/span&gt; a poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Brincando de ser estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nos raios de cor amarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Eu vi o amanhecer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Que dando bom dia pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Meus sonhos veio alertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Que já estava na hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;De tudo se realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O brilho do sol me cegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E por um segundo infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Enxerguei dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pés caminhado seguros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Numa estrada sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hoje é dia de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;É dia de luz clarear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Clareia a vida que canta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E esperou para acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1602175709235090156?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1602175709235090156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1602175709235090156' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1602175709235090156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1602175709235090156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/clarear.html' title='Clarear'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-2184512452497323900</id><published>2008-04-10T08:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:06:48.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>#  Encontros e Desencontros  #</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Deixei uma flor na janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para quando você passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É uma flor amarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Que cheira a maracujá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me debrucei na varanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Querendo te avistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A rua estava vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Assim como o meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O meu coração todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pede pra te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Minha alma é sala vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Esperando a visita chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mas quando você está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eu não posso ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Então você deixa recados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para eu ler quando chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Encontros e desencontros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Esses me fazem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Que essa nossa amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É saudade pra gente matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando eu tô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Você não tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando eu chego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Você vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando eu posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Você não pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando eu entro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Você sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para meu amigo Wagner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-2184512452497323900?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/2184512452497323900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=2184512452497323900' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2184512452497323900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2184512452497323900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/encontros-e-desencontros.html' title='#  Encontros e Desencontros  #'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8677402158094021319</id><published>2008-04-07T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:46:39.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R_pBvzyALRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iCKdH2hjPww/s1600-h/vander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186530210480139538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R_pBvzyALRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iCKdH2hjPww/s320/vander.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Você me faz sentir assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Como se eu não coubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mais em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;De tanto ouvir a sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Já não sou mais eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Agora somos nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ando com você o tempo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mesmo sem você saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Meu poeta mineiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mesmo depois que desligo o DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Você vem comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Continuo ouvindo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Impossível traduzir o que se sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Para todos nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Teu existir é um presente!&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/5096427110838032725-8677402158094021319?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8677402158094021319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8677402158094021319' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8677402158094021319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8677402158094021319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/ns.html' title='Nós'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R_pBvzyALRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iCKdH2hjPww/s72-c/vander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-5274443508617138188</id><published>2008-04-01T11:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:55:35.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Por favor amigo&lt;br /&gt;Não me faça medir as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Para falar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Não me detenha com barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Que não poderei transpor&lt;br /&gt;Nem construa muros&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não possa pular&lt;br /&gt;Não feche os ferrolhos&lt;br /&gt;Das portas que quero adentrar&lt;br /&gt;Não tape os ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Às palavras que quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;Não fique constrangido&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu disser que amo você&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe voar nas asas&lt;br /&gt;Dessa linda amizade&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bela, frutífera e eterna&lt;br /&gt;E acenda em nós a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Porque pra mim nossa amizade&lt;br /&gt;É noite de lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;É céu cheio de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;É canto de passarinho&lt;br /&gt;É porto seguro&lt;br /&gt;É farol no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Ave voltando pro ninho&lt;br /&gt;Nunca permita, que o dia-dia&lt;br /&gt;Nos faça esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O calor de um abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E o corre-corre da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Algum dia, desfaça esse laço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Querido amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Leal, real ou virtual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que eu seja sempre pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O que você espera de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E que se eu não for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E te magoar um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Desde já te peço perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Porque tenho medo de perder-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Porque você me faz falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sem você, sou solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que as minhas máscaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Todas que eu possa usar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nunca te impeçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;De minha alma comtemplar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que os teus caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Em algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se cruzem com os meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pra gente se olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E para eu te dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Com todo carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alegria e prazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amigo querido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu amo você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-5274443508617138188?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-424435032972744290</id><published>2008-04-01T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:00:26.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Vander Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O simples fato de ouvir a tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Já modifica os átomos do meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A tua poesia sincera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mel de todos nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trás esperança para o nosso viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E há tanta luz dentro de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Que nem consegues reter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Há tantas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Que ainda queres dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Podemos ouvir de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A música que acalma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Todo fervor de quem canta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Com a alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A tua alma nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É a nossa certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;De dias que se descortinam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Em miríades de beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Todos nós que te ouvimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Descobrimos com louvor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Que ainda vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Acreditar no amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-424435032972744290?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/424435032972744290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=424435032972744290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/424435032972744290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/424435032972744290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/para-vander-lee.html' title='Para Vander Lee'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-4474784754124532852</id><published>2008-04-01T11:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:48:01.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alquimista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O poeta que não mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não inventa nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não tem imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mas o que mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Faz da rima uma quadra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E da quadra uma canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O Poeta faz do verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sua varinha mágica para enfeitiçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E vai juntando letrinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Para sua poesia voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Poesia é sentimento de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E o poeta, equilibrista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Das letras do nosso alfabeto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ele é o alquimista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-4474784754124532852?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/4474784754124532852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=4474784754124532852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4474784754124532852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4474784754124532852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/alquimista.html' title='Alquimista'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3624715986706603615</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:40:15.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicotomia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Você pintou minha face&lt;br /&gt;Numa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aquarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não era ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você amor&lt;br /&gt;E eu paixão&lt;br /&gt;Você verdade&lt;br /&gt;Eu ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Você na sala&lt;br /&gt;Eu no fogão&lt;br /&gt;Você no livro&lt;br /&gt;Eu televisão&lt;br /&gt;Você quer paz&lt;br /&gt;Eu confusão&lt;br /&gt;Você dormindo&lt;br /&gt;E eu tesão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicotomia&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia&lt;br /&gt;É o que se vê&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Vamos vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer praia&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mangue&lt;br /&gt;Você é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai só&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você bebe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu bebo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você no jardim&lt;br /&gt;E eu no tanque&lt;br /&gt;Você ouve Jazz&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouço &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Skank&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3624715986706603615?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3624715986706603615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3624715986706603615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3624715986706603615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3624715986706603615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/dicotomia.html' title='Dicotomia'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8471800793252803837</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:00:03.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confetes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Talvez eu não seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quem você acha que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Talvez eu só seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eu mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sem esses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confetes&lt;/span&gt; e fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que você pintou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Muito provavelmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eu não queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Aquilo que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Acha que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Talvez eu só queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Um colo, um ombro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refrigério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Naturalmente eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não sou tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que você idealiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Porque tudo que você me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ainda não me realiza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-8471800793252803837?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8471800793252803837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8471800793252803837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8471800793252803837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8471800793252803837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/confetes.html' title='Confetes'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1005558045051285391</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:53:10.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites frias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Esse frio que não me deixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É o vazio que me persegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Por não ter você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não há nada que eu queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que não seja o teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Para me aquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Passo dias, madrugadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Noites frias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Desejando teus abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Acho que você nem sonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O quanto eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O calor dos seus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E precisa dizer mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;É só olhar pra mim e ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que eu não serei feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nem por um dia, sem te ter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1005558045051285391?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1005558045051285391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1005558045051285391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1005558045051285391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1005558045051285391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/noites-frias.html' title='Noites frias'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-5192531069557649051</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:16:34.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos amigos virtuais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eu quero falar com vocês pessoalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sem a tela do computador na nossa frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quero ficar com vocês em outros espaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sentir o calor dos abraços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sair desse mundo vazio e virtual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Para te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Na vida real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Amigos virtuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não se enganem não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Atrás dessa tela fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bate um coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-5192531069557649051?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/5192531069557649051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3958611775561414793</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:44:38.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas pra perfumar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hoje eu dobrei a última peça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Das roupas que você me pediu pra arrumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Na mala em que vai partir da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pus&lt;/span&gt; lágrimas pra perfumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Pois enquanto arrumava tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Eu chorava sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sabendo que naquela mala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Toda minha esperança &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt; se fechar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Então me vesti de tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Saber perder não faz mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que feliz você seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Com aquela que nos deu um final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que ela te possa amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Do jeito que eu amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;E um dia arrumar tuas malas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Como eu arrumei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3958611775561414793?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3958611775561414793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3958611775561414793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3958611775561414793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3958611775561414793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/lgrimas-pra-perfumar.html' title='Lágrimas pra perfumar'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1294054517177709081</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:35:30.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxossi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eu vim pela mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Catando folhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pra fazer um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amaci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;De pés descalços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pisava o barro da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Estava cansada, deitei e dormi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Então um índio me apareceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sorria com seu arco e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Na mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Seu colo me ofereceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E vi como era bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Perguntei qual seu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que desta mata tem posse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ele me disse sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eu, sou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oxossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Na mata anoiteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A lua cheia saiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oxossi&lt;/span&gt; virou-se em luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E partiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1294054517177709081?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1294054517177709081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1294054517177709081' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1294054517177709081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1294054517177709081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/oxossi.html' title='Oxossi'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-7877833773866579910</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:30:04.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;O dia chorou suas mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Numa tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Varrendo ruas e tetos&lt;br /&gt;Com a enchurrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi a menina&lt;br /&gt;Chorando na janela&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o dia,&lt;br /&gt;Ela desaguava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu azul e o sol&lt;br /&gt;Não mostraram sua face&lt;br /&gt;cobriram-se de nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Num disfarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo enlouqueceu&lt;br /&gt;Virou-se em temporal&lt;br /&gt;E a fúria da água&lt;br /&gt;Inundou o meu quintal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-7877833773866579910?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/7877833773866579910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=7877833773866579910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7877833773866579910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7877833773866579910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/temporal.html' title='Temporal'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3304451679202575408</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:24:09.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recompensa</title><content type='html'>Ainda sonho com o dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que você vai voltar&lt;br /&gt;Entrar por essa porta&lt;br /&gt;E me pedir perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sonho com o dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que vais me escutar&lt;br /&gt;E entender meu lado&lt;br /&gt;E me dar razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo que fiz&lt;br /&gt;Foi te amar, e o teu ciúme&lt;br /&gt;Te levou pra solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dei o céu&lt;br /&gt;Luas, estrelas e o mar&lt;br /&gt;E a recompensa foi ingratidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pena amor&lt;br /&gt;Você não quis me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Fechou a porta e partiu&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou sem perdão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3304451679202575408?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3304451679202575408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3304451679202575408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3304451679202575408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3304451679202575408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/recompensa.html' title='Recompensa'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-7612161264591614382</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:15:26.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aí é que tá</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aí é que tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu não vou dizer a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quem sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ou o que sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você é que tem que saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tente descobrir se puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tente me decifrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu sou fêmea, sou mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não vou me mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você vive pegando no meu pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Liga direto pro meu celular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ô meu bem vê se pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;De me procurar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aí é que tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu não quero saber de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só te peço uma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por gentileza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Queira me esquecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-7612161264591614382?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/7612161264591614382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=7612161264591614382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7612161264591614382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7612161264591614382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-t.html' title='Aí é que tá'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-5425003818632826255</id><published>2008-04-01T10:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:09:57.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cristais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando os lamentos se calam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A alegria entra pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E flores vão encher de cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma nobre aquarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E um novo tempo se desenha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em vãos de espaços vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o traço vai traçando a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o destino que não se cumpriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chegou a hora de sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chegou a hora de cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tem dias que são como flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nascem só pra perfumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viajo num mundo de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que a noite conduz para a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meus olhos vagueiam estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas quando se fecham, cristais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-5425003818632826255?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/5425003818632826255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=5425003818632826255' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5425003818632826255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5425003818632826255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/cristais.html' title='Cristais'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-6548915407517275714</id><published>2008-04-01T09:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:02:09.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um minuto, e tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Já não é mais nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ando de mãos vazias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meu coração deixei na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Atravessei noites frias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sol rasgou a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anunciando o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Com sua chegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O vento me tocou o rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me trouxe um gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que jamais vou esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O vento me lembrou lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me refez tormento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pensando em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me debrucei no portão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para olhar a rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meu companheiro, meu cão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uivava para o sol, achando que era a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meu mundo enlouqueceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A minha voz calou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tudo que era meu, você levou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Levou minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Minha calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sonho e fantasia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Levou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bateu meu portão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E me deixou sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-6548915407517275714?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/6548915407517275714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=6548915407517275714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6548915407517275714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6548915407517275714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/mais-nada.html' title='Mais nada'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-814056938790695691</id><published>2008-04-01T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:48:36.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida vazia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quero falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quero gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A cabeça dói...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quero sumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dia de cão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Só me falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Comer ração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sinto uma dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Aqui dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Que me faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sair de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quero dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Feito pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ah! quem me dera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Eu ainda fosse feto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não teria desafeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mesmo na escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quero ficar só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quero hibernar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;São dias de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E digo, Deus que me perdoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Odeio quando chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Chuva e sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;São como tristeza e alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Não há luz durante o dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Que eu me liberte logo desses dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Em que a vida anda, vazia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-814056938790695691?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/814056938790695691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=814056938790695691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/814056938790695691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/814056938790695691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/04/vida-vazia.html' title='Vida vazia'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1359543210818106624</id><published>2008-03-26T20:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:00:42.221-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser fã do Vander Lee é:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R-rjnDyALPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n4eu6DzvQ4Y/s1600-h/vander-mat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182204581412613362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R-rjnDyALPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n4eu6DzvQ4Y/s320/vander-mat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ser "Romântico"&lt;br /&gt;Ter a "alma nua"&lt;br /&gt;Andar "contra o tempo"&lt;br /&gt;Dizer "pensei que fosse o céu"&lt;br /&gt;Dizer "bom dia"&lt;br /&gt;Ser "do Brasil"&lt;br /&gt;Ser "Passional"&lt;br /&gt;Admirar "aquela estrela"&lt;br /&gt;Ser "iluminado"&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar do "meu jardim"&lt;br /&gt;Ter fases de "breu"&lt;br /&gt;Jogar flores "pra ela passar"&lt;br /&gt;Ir para "onde Deus possa me ouvir"&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir "a voz"&lt;br /&gt;Lutar "pra ser levada em conta"&lt;br /&gt;Ficar "esperando aviões"&lt;br /&gt;Dar "chilique"&lt;br /&gt;Achar que "tô em liquidação"&lt;br /&gt;Ir "no balanço do balaio"&lt;br /&gt;Perceber "o dedo do tempo no barro da vida"&lt;br /&gt;Morar num "bangalô"&lt;br /&gt;Repartir "ao meio"&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em "sonhos e pernas"&lt;br /&gt;E quando o amor chegar, dizer "entre" !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Aquino.&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/5096427110838032725-1359543210818106624?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1359543210818106624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1359543210818106624' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1359543210818106624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1359543210818106624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/ser-f-do-vander-lee.html' title='Ser fã do Vander Lee é:'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R-rjnDyALPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n4eu6DzvQ4Y/s72-c/vander-mat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-5529595863645599080</id><published>2008-03-17T11:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:16:11.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Penhasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R959IkWCQGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GHAyF0nlwGY/s1600-h/penhasco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178714207671173218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R959IkWCQGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GHAyF0nlwGY/s320/penhasco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero viver cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;À beira de um penhasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fechar os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E me atirar lá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embaixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Acreditando que tenho asas para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que as mãos de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Estarão prontas esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Para me aparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero me jogar na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E saber que vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Viver sem medo de errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Porque errar faz parte do aprendizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E se não fosse assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;De quê valeria acertar?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E cada passo que eu der&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que seja de braços abertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sem reservas, nem fronteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que eu seja um porto seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tanto para quem precisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quanto para quem me queira.&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/5096427110838032725-5529595863645599080?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/5529595863645599080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=5529595863645599080' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5529595863645599080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5529595863645599080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/penhasco.html' title='Penhasco'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R959IkWCQGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GHAyF0nlwGY/s72-c/penhasco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3669744197601445121</id><published>2008-03-17T10:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:01:59.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintar o sete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R955xEWCQFI/AAAAAAAAACs/UgNgtJi07oE/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178710505409364050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R955xEWCQFI/AAAAAAAAACs/UgNgtJi07oE/s320/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixa eu cantar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com a mais bela canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixa eu amar você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cuidar você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com as notas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vou recitar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com a mais bela poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixa eu amar você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Escrever você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com as letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do meu dia-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;São sete notas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;São sete dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero folia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No ateliê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero pintar o sete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Na nossa tela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fazer arte com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixa eu compôr você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com a mais bela emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deixa eu amar você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apaixonar você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com as asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Da imaginação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3669744197601445121?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3669744197601445121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3669744197601445121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3669744197601445121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3669744197601445121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/pintar-o-sete.html' title='Pintar o sete'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R955xEWCQFI/AAAAAAAAACs/UgNgtJi07oE/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3793588560546568092</id><published>2008-03-17T09:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:47:34.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O melhor de tudo nessa vida, é passar por ela sem medo de vivê-la. Eu sei, alguém vai me magoar, mesmo que sem querer, alguém sempre nos magoa, e sabe porquê? Porque esperamos tanto das pessoas que nem percebemos que têm coisas que elas simplesmente não sabem, não podem, ou até mesmo, não querem nos dar. mas e daí? Entender é o que vale. Perdoar é o que liberta. Somos nós que escolhemos nossos caminhos. Há muitos caminhos, muitas encruzilhadas, e quando a gente acha que chegou... é hora de recomeçar! Penso que a palavra "fim" é, na verdade, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sinonimo&lt;/span&gt; de recomeço. Estamos sempre recomeçando. Quando acordamos, estamos recomeçando a viver. Cada dia é como uma nova vida que se desenha na tela do universo. Tentar captar cada momento, cada fio de pensamento, sermos senhores da nossa vida!!! Respire. Respire Deus! Ele está aí... quer você queira ou não, quer acredite ou não. Ele é energia, nós somos energia, o mundo é energia! Você não é uma lâmpada, você é luz! Respire Deus e resplandeça. Vibre, sorria, agradeça. Você está vivo! Este é o grande milagre da vida, a própria vida, muito mais rica e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;harmônica&lt;/span&gt; quando simplesmente conseguimos... ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3793588560546568092?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3793588560546568092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3793588560546568092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3793588560546568092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3793588560546568092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-melhor-de-tudo-nessa-vida-passar-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-491086120494683996</id><published>2008-03-14T11:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:26:54.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem chão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando você partiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Levou as minhas vontades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Levou minha identidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mergulhei na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando você partiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Desacreditei verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Soube o que é sentir saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você me tirou o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E agora bebo essa dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e amargo o gosto do licor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E cada gole que eu dou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;É pra esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que um dia eu te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E você disse que me amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas foi embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E me deixou t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anto sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-491086120494683996?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/491086120494683996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=491086120494683996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qPEEWCP-I/AAAAAAAAABw/U8N933IcSfw/s1600-h/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608021664219106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qPEEWCP-I/AAAAAAAAABw/U8N933IcSfw/s320/liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As pedras que você deixou no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Eu arranquei&lt;br /&gt;As mágoas que me fizeram sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Eu apaguei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as flores que arrancaste em meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Eu replantei&lt;br /&gt;E todo mal que você fez pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu perdoei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu abri as portas&lt;br /&gt;Para o sol entrar&lt;br /&gt;E fazer morada&lt;br /&gt;Em meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As borboletas&lt;br /&gt;Voam pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;E trazem boas novas&lt;br /&gt;Para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qPEEWCP-I/AAAAAAAAABw/U8N933IcSfw/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-5294559001125940367</id><published>2008-03-14T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:08:40.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eu sinto falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Das estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que enfeitavam o meu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quando você ainda estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Queria tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Reviver o teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Meu doce mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pois tua ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É o meu pior castigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Já não vejo a luz do teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ando na escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E minha companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Volta pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Você é o meu farol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sem você sou barco à deriva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Vida sem a luz do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-5294559001125940367?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/5294559001125940367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=5294559001125940367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5294559001125940367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5294559001125940367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/meu-cu.html' title='Meu céu'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8868816586456184679</id><published>2008-03-14T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:53:58.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O mar, a lua e nós.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qRbEWCP_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NPJUwSfV9lU/s1600-h/mar+e+lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177610615824465906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qRbEWCP_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NPJUwSfV9lU/s320/mar+e+lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;O mar me traz você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sinto teu cheiro pelo ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jamais vou esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Aquela noite de luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Um beijo, um poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Em flores de um novo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Os teus abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Explodindo tudo em cor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Uma jangada na areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Para se aninhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Me fiz sereia nos teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;À beira do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Como eu te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E me dei inteira pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;E você soube me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nunca vou te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lembro teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Me falando de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Você foi minha liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A felicidade sem pudor.&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/5096427110838032725-8868816586456184679?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8868816586456184679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8868816586456184679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8868816586456184679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8868816586456184679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-mar-lua-e-ns.html' title='O mar, a lua e nós.'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qRbEWCP_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NPJUwSfV9lU/s72-c/mar+e+lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8170557157095807824</id><published>2008-03-14T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:58:46.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qSikWCQAI/AAAAAAAAACA/uHVrTutvRjE/s1600-h/amor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177611844185112578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qSikWCQAI/AAAAAAAAACA/uHVrTutvRjE/s320/amor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As loucuras que eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só pra te ver sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Palavras nunca vão explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Foi pura primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Água, terra, fogo e ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A nossa liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Foi o nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que o tempo não conseguiu apagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu sempre sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que você está por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E que às vezes você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vem me visitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se Deus achou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que era hora de partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quem sou eu pra discutir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu só espero te reencontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nada vai apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O que você gravou em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A distância não vai separar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um amor tão grande assim!&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/5096427110838032725-8170557157095807824?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8170557157095807824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8170557157095807824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8170557157095807824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8170557157095807824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qSikWCQAI/AAAAAAAAACA/uHVrTutvRjE/s72-c/amor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-6710423245042106402</id><published>2008-03-13T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:39:39.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carinho amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A pureza adormecida&lt;br /&gt;De sentir carinho amigo&lt;br /&gt;Despertou naquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que falastes comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Simples assim, sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;O quanto era linda a letra&lt;br /&gt;Da música do cantor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração de criança&lt;br /&gt;Adormecido, acordou!&lt;br /&gt;E me vieram lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E a canção me tocou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil notas vibraram&lt;br /&gt;Formando acordes no ar&lt;br /&gt;Acorda alma sedenta,&lt;br /&gt;Há esperanças de amar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu ser inteiro cantava&lt;br /&gt;Aquela linda canção&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de tanta alegria&lt;br /&gt;Em ter quente, o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-6710423245042106402?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/6710423245042106402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=6710423245042106402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6710423245042106402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6710423245042106402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/carinho-amigo.html' title='Carinho amigo'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8457042898748941601</id><published>2008-03-13T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:49:27.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Entre canetas e papéis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vou editando o meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E minha maior glória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É saber que alguém lê!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alí, em cada palavra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Minha alma está presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E como numa brincadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu escrevo o que ela sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Triste do poeta que mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Distorcendo sua visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É noite sem luar nem estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É porto de ilusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feliz do poeta que voa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nas asas da imaginação infinita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Suas palavras sinceras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tornam a vida mais bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-8457042898748941601?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8457042898748941601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8457042898748941601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8457042898748941601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8457042898748941601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/escrever.html' title='Escrever!'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3100128977216745054</id><published>2008-03-13T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:26:46.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Agora, em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;É primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Plantei um jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E o frio já era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Espero borboletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Virem me polinizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gotas de água da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me regar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Agora, em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nasceu a cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Na voz que ouvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;De um cantor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Palavras ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Com sinceridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fizeram despertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Minha verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E a verdade é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que eu amo demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A vida, o sonho, a busca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Para encontrar a paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quem sabe até eu possa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Viver no mundo sem pudor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E ter a alma pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cheia de amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3100128977216745054?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3100128977216745054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3100128977216745054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3100128977216745054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3100128977216745054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8029615229171631484</id><published>2008-03-13T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:18:48.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos pra sonhar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O dia amanhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E o povo esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que à noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Houve sonhos pra sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Corre corre nas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tanta preocupação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ninguém nota as flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Perfumando o ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O barulho é enorme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Carros a buzinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ninguém ouve os pássaros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A cantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Os amigos se encontram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E logo se despedem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E um nem nota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que o outro estava a chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que mundo é esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esqueceram do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pessoas sofrem deprimidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sua dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tudo porque não há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tempo pra viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Então pare agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E comece por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um mundo novo espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O raiar de um novo sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Desenhando suas cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pelo arrebol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Onde as crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poderão brincar nas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E um novo céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Será de nova lua!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-8029615229171631484?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8029615229171631484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8029615229171631484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8029615229171631484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8029615229171631484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/sonhos-pra-sonhar.html' title='Sonhos pra sonhar!!!'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-6820550323150571228</id><published>2008-03-13T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:11:22.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo de sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Enxergar além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do que ainda não chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É ver além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do que se desenhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É permirti-se ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lampejos de farol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fazendo florescer em si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fogo de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É entregar-se à vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sem medo de se magoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Porque quem fere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ainda não aprendeu a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É entender que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Em nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pessoas vêm, pessoas vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;É aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O puro dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;De conceder perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Deixar ir quem foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Deixar vir quem vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O que já foi não é pra nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O que vem, pro nosso bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-6820550323150571228?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/6820550323150571228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=6820550323150571228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6820550323150571228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6820550323150571228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/fogo-de-sol.html' title='Fogo de sol'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-692660880819555059</id><published>2008-03-13T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:55:20.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Certezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E eu que pensava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Que tudo era tão fácil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mesmo quando a gente acha o tom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Perde as certezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mesmo quando o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Parece soprar a favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ainda assim amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Há incertezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E tantas saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Para matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E tanta frieza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Para esquentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mas se eu tiver você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nada mais importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Então vem amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Entra e fecha a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-692660880819555059?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/692660880819555059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=692660880819555059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/692660880819555059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/692660880819555059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/certezas.html' title='Certezas'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3193277178976528179</id><published>2008-03-13T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:50:01.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá escuro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Você cantou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Aquela canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que eu queria ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mas seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Não encontrou o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Você fugiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Daquele abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que eu ia te dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;E o seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Me disse adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Então entendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que era a última canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que você cantava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Pro meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mas todo esse tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Eu tentei tirar você de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;E só consegui me afundar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Num vazio sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tá escuro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Venha acender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A luz do meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Só funciona com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Vem me tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Vem matar essa saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Não vou negar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Você é minha felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3193277178976528179?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3193277178976528179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3193277178976528179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3193277178976528179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3193277178976528179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/t-escuro.html' title='Tá escuro...'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-874716981595246230</id><published>2008-03-07T10:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:12:55.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O compositor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Um toque sutil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;É o que me faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cada canção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que você compôs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Em um quarto de hotel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Escritos num pedaço de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Você me faz sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Com luas e estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Decorando meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Você me faz chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Com tristes melodias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Relambrando minha dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Como é gentil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;O compositor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Perfumando nossa alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Como se fosse flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;É um anjo disfarçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que desceu do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Para falar de amores num cordel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-874716981595246230?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/874716981595246230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=874716981595246230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/874716981595246230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/874716981595246230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-compositor.html' title='O compositor'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-789842520280351352</id><published>2008-03-07T10:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:26:12.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mágoas em versos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque você não pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De fingir que gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E diz logo que não quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esse coração aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque você se cala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E seus sentimentos não mostra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando chego perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se esquiva de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu poderia até te entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu poderia até perdoar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pois depois de me ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É que vem me desprezar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Onde as tuas asas?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A pureza que me falastes no mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ainda dizes, com certeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que os poetas sabem voar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu te direi em brasas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Da dor que sinto queimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que os poetas são homens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que sabem magoar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-789842520280351352?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-2124994822050841565</id><published>2008-03-07T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:01:03.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim amar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tuas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Têm o peso da verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Teus sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Expressam sinceridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enlaçada no teu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E em meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só cabe você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Em cada passo que eu dou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você alí está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando eu respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu te inspiro pelo ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E quando à noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Os olhos fecho para dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu quero te abraçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E é para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que o melhor de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu quero dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-2124994822050841565?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/2124994822050841565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=2124994822050841565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2124994822050841565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2124994822050841565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/enfim-amar.html' title='Enfim amar!!!'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8586997815061864673</id><published>2008-03-07T09:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:54:17.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Delírios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu vejo flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No teu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu quero me embriagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No teu perfume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Envolver toda minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ah! meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tua presença me acalma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu quero ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;As tuas mãos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Em minha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;para sentir teu leve toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Em meus desejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ah! meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Como eu gosto dos teus beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Que eu passo sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Só aumenta essa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;De te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E cada noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Que caminho nessa estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sou prisioneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dos delírios da minh'alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-8586997815061864673?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8586997815061864673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8586997815061864673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8586997815061864673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8586997815061864673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/flores-e-desejos.html' title='Delírios'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-9003258231291260562</id><published>2008-03-07T09:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:08:27.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qU2kWCQCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qzQpI5rk2t4/s1600-h/ispc069052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177614386805751842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qU2kWCQCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qzQpI5rk2t4/s400/ispc069052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu queria saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Como ter sentimentos profundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se eu vivo em um mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tão superficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu queria ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mais verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E em cada ato meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nunca ser artificial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu queria um mundo de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Onde as flores falassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do mais belo jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu queria um mundo de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Onde os bichos cantassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;canções só para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Onde todos tivessem coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;De romper os seu muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E mostrar seus jardins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Onde a vida brotasse em flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o amor sem pudor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fosse puro luar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Todo dia raiando em cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o sol soberano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do coração a brilhar!!!&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/5096427110838032725-9003258231291260562?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/9003258231291260562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=9003258231291260562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/9003258231291260562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/9003258231291260562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/queria.html' title='Queria...'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R9qU2kWCQCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qzQpI5rk2t4/s72-c/ispc069052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1559669004330984567</id><published>2008-03-07T09:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:38:56.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quero aprender mais de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Para que eu não desista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Para que eu insista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Antes que chegue o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Antes que o dia termine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E o sol esconda sua face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E o brilho vire sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Refletindo escuridão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quero saber mais de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Conhecer minha alma profunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ver no espelho o brilho do olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Que escondo sem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sem nada desejar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quero me ter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Amar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1559669004330984567?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1559669004330984567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1559669004330984567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1559669004330984567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1559669004330984567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-de-mim.html' title='Mais de mim'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-7924570965334235142</id><published>2008-03-04T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:02:04.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paizinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus, meu criador, meu eterno amor, eu te amo com todas as forças da minh'alma. E tudo Senhor, que no silêncio do meu espírito, tu me falas, tudo que tu me ensinas, é verdade! És o mais puro ouro que carrego em mim. Sou uma expressão do teu pensamento. Estou mergulhada em ti e por isso, em mim, paizinho, não há escuridão. Tua face, minha luz! Sou a tua semelhança! E por muito te amar, ouço a tua voz ecoando em mim... Não há homem, sacerdote, padre, pastor, rabi, gurú, mestre, que saiba me dizer as coisas que me falas, as verdades que me mostras! O caminho está preparado... desde sempre, e lá no final (ou será o começo?) da estrada, tu me esperas para realizar tua luz em mim! Quero me fundir em ti Senhor. Só tu sabes de todos os meus pensamentos. Que me julguem aqueles que ainda engatinham, assim como eu ainda engatinho...porque são cinzas... nem jesus que acendeu as doze lâmpadas da alma, julgou ninguém! Sou tua meu Pai. E sei que posso te chamar assim. Porque em nada creio que não seja em ti. Sou adoradora da tua criação, e tudo que fazes é perfeito e quem sou eu para julgar a tua obra? Água, terra, fogo e ar... ser humano... elementos da tua criação divina! Todos somos iguais perante ti Pai, e para todos, é igual o teu amor. Todos os átomos que nos compõem, são os átomos da criação do teu pensamento. Tudo é luz! Tudo é paz, e tudo é amor, poque tudo é o reflexo do teu pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;  Não há religião que detenha "a verdade" há verdades interpretadas por pensamentos diferentes. Quem julga ser o dono da verdade, a si mesmo se engana. O que é a verdade? Nem Jesus respondeu... É por isso meu Pai, que eu te amo, porque tudo está em ti, e só a unificação contigo pode gerar paz. A religião, até hoje, só gerou guerras e discórdias. Por causa da religião, homens se matam, pessoas são magoadas em suas mais íntimas convicções... Benditos sejam todos que conseguiram alcançar a iluminação e malditos todos que os transformaram em religião. Na verdade o homem comum nunca conseguiu entender a tua luz. Ainda não compreendeu que é ele próprio, um Deus... te amo Pai, te respiro, te vivo cada dia da minha vida. Me perdoa se desabafo assim falando desse jeito. Porém tu sabes o que vai na minha alma, sabes ler meu coração. Ainda vou realizar o "EU SOU" em mim porque, tu, és o meu caminho, e só tu Pai. Te amo. Obrigada pela minha vida!!!&lt;/em&gt;&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/5096427110838032725-7924570965334235142?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/7924570965334235142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=7924570965334235142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7924570965334235142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7924570965334235142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/paizinho.html' title='Paizinho...'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3718632141413701104</id><published>2008-03-03T20:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:52:10.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Posse é peso, amor é leveza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ter é posse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Libertar é amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3718632141413701104?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3718632141413701104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3718632141413701104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3718632141413701104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3718632141413701104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/posse-peso-amor-leveza-ter-posse.html' title=''/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3816836466361688788</id><published>2008-03-03T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:38:50.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Humana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Conheci um anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E ele pode voar...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pena que sou humana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não posso lhe alcançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3816836466361688788?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3816836466361688788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3816836466361688788' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3816836466361688788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3816836466361688788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/03/jaorish.html' title='Humana'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-6991817955543708237</id><published>2008-02-29T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:37:54.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VOZINHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Saudades de você vozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Das suas mãos engilhadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mãos delicadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Retalhos de tecidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Agulhas e linhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pegava, na minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pequena mãozinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;E com zelo e amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;A costurar me ensinava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;E eu nunca, sozinha estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lembro com saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Do colorido das colchas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que suas mãos teciam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Seu sorriso sempre presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nunca a vi reclamar da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Minha vozinha sorridente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Partiu para o paraíso dos anjos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Onde só os plenos de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Podem aportar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Teu canto comigo ficou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Teu perfume, teu beijo, teu riso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ainda preenchem o lar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-6991817955543708237?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/6991817955543708237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=6991817955543708237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6991817955543708237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6991817955543708237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/02/vozinha.html' title='VOZINHA!'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-4031597392151982649</id><published>2008-02-29T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:40:31.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lúdico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Às vezes olho no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E vejo que a criança em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Já não é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E descubro que ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não se foi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que está lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quietinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como se alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A tivesse colocado de castigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Está triste esta criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Precisa subir em árvores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas, o adulto não deixa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Precisa pular corda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas o adulto já não quer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Precisa  r e s p i r a r ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;...mas o adulto, sufoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bons tempos aqueles da infância!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tempo de rolar na grama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tempo de abraçar meu cão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tempo de ser eu mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tempo que não volta mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje, especialmente, estou triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Talvez mais que a criança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tristeza de adulto é estranha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Adulto chora por cada besteira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coisas que, sei lá, não têem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enfim, a criança que há em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Às vezes sai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Passeia pelo meu quarto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz careta no espelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Brinca com o gato da vizinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ri por nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aí, vem o adulto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E pronto, estraga tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;vaziooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agora entendo porque criaram o Peter Pan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ele é uma eterna criança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E ele sabe voar!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-4031597392151982649?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/4031597392151982649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=4031597392151982649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4031597392151982649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4031597392151982649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/02/ldico.html' title='Lúdico'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1392696452225037629</id><published>2008-02-29T15:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:05:59.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eu sonhei que caía... e acordei voando!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1392696452225037629?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1392696452225037629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1392696452225037629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1392696452225037629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1392696452225037629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-sonhei-que-caa.html' title=''/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-7673829772914438168</id><published>2008-02-29T15:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:04:52.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero viver hoje, até a última gota!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-7673829772914438168?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/7673829772914438168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=7673829772914438168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7673829772914438168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7673829772914438168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/02/quero-viver-hoje-at-ltima-gota.html' title=''/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-2139544838642651221</id><published>2008-02-29T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:27:52.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sublime vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Larga tudo e vem me ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vem logo, vem agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Que nestes dias anseio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E já não vejo a hora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;De à você me render.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R8hGDS8xeuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/x9yon7LW9yY/s1600-h/jaorish.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meu coração ta pedindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Querendo, gostando, sentindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Minha alma está ansiando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Voa, se eleva, sonhando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meu corpo está desejando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aceso, por ti, queimando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quero sentir o teu toque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me perder no teu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me embriagar do teu sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me entregar, sentir, gozar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quero abrir as portas da minh'alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E enxergar além,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;O mundo que você me dá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um sonho de doces luzes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Você me provoca vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A sublime vontade de amar!&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/5096427110838032725-2139544838642651221?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/2139544838642651221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=2139544838642651221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2139544838642651221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2139544838642651221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/02/sublime-vontade.html' title='Sublime vontade'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-7942690405130114743</id><published>2008-01-25T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:03:49.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você quiser... eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você amar... eu amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você desejar... eu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você olhar... eu olho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você chorar... eu choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você me beijar... eu te beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você me aquecer... eu te aqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você não quiser... não quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você ignorar... ignoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você me esquecer... te esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque aprendi que só posso dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquilo que recebo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-7942690405130114743?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/7942690405130114743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=7942690405130114743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7942690405130114743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/7942690405130114743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2008/01/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3977905832314012901</id><published>2007-12-20T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:39:34.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RUMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pela falta do caminhar perde-se o rumo. O desconhecido então apossa-se. Vãos de ilusões aproximam-se rapidamente e então fica fácil perder-se. E para encontrar-se é preciso achar felicidade. É preciso que o caminhar seja determinado e que os passos sejam seguros. É necessário que o caminho seja florido, colorido, e cheio de perfumes. Que o sol brilhe e que à noite o luar cubra as águas com seu manto. Que os pés respirem liberdade. A estrada pode ser longa, curta ou cheia de obstáculos, mas tem que ter destino. Siga a placa vermelha que diz " rumo certo " Pode até ser uma placa mãe, melhor que seja uma placa em formato de coração. Lá está o rumo certo. Não há como perder-se. Lá está tudo e todos. Os que amamos e os que odiamos. Todas pessoas, todos lugares. Estão todos lá, gravados, cravados em forma de sentimentos. Eles são nossos guias. A mente racionaliza o que sente o coração. Não pense. Continue andando. O guia te mostrará o caminho...&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/5096427110838032725-3977905832314012901?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3977905832314012901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3977905832314012901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3977905832314012901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3977905832314012901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/rumo.html' title='RUMO'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-5257946615600019128</id><published>2007-12-20T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:27:42.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias Vazios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Essas drogas de dias em que tudo parece vazio, dias que demoram a passar. São como filmes que demoram a acabar. E quando esses dias passam, uma esperança se acende dizendo que a vida quer viver, mas por dentro eu sei, e só eu sei o que acontece. Um aperto no peito, um nó na garganta. Quero muito te ver mas não é só isso. É uma vontade louca de ser eu, em você. Quero te dar meu melhor. Meus dias são preparos, são reparos, são só pensamentos e quem sabe, são ilusões. Meus dias vazios são dias sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;   No meu pensamento você existe como realidade mas na realidade você só está no meu pensamento. Quando eu te encontro há tanto o que falar, tanto o que dizer... mas não falo nada, e porque não falo nada é que digo tudo. E quando eu te olho eu não te vejo mas sim te enxergo e quando eu te toco meus olhos se fecham para sentir muito mais que a tua pele. Como se por um breve momento de eternidade eu pudesse tocar tua alma. Mas ainda não te beijei. Ainda não toquei teu ser com a música da minha alma. Nem sei se vai acontecer, mas no meu coração há esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;   Quando chego perto de você sinto uma força que me toma por inteira. Sou completamente sua sem um toque seu, sem um beijo seu. Sou órfã dos seus carinhos, prisioneira deste sentimento que ainda não assimilei. Às vezes uma lágrima corre pelo meu rosto. Meu coração doi, minha alma chora profundamente... Quem sabe um dia eu te entregue tudo que meu coração tem para te dar sem que você ainda saiba. Quem sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-5257946615600019128?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/5257946615600019128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=5257946615600019128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5257946615600019128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5257946615600019128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/dias-vazios.html' title='Dias Vazios'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-6073355922299419059</id><published>2007-12-19T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:59:40.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu queria poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tocar teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tua alma, teu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Com a minha canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu queria poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me entregar sem temer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ser uma só com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sentir essa emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ter o céu e as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Na palma da minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como se o universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fosse o teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sentir o sabor da tua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Matar minha vontade louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De ser tua tão somente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Para sempre, sempre e sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-6073355922299419059?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/6073355922299419059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=6073355922299419059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6073355922299419059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/6073355922299419059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/sempre.html' title='Sempre'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-5796931530965344816</id><published>2007-12-19T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:17:32.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Preciso de espaço&lt;br /&gt;Para os meus papéis,&lt;br /&gt;Canetas e pincéis&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de platéia&lt;br /&gt;Para minhas músicas,&lt;br /&gt;Meu agbê e meu violão&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de me isolar&lt;br /&gt;Para receber a solidão&lt;br /&gt;E num surto&lt;br /&gt;Coisa de momento,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar inspiração...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias, tristezas e decepções,&lt;br /&gt;Para me fazer mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Para ser eu de sul a norte&lt;br /&gt;Sem contradição.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você para me fazer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Ou me fazer sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Enfim para construir em mim&lt;br /&gt;O que virei a ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-5796931530965344816?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/5796931530965344816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=5796931530965344816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5796931530965344816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/5796931530965344816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/ser_19.html' title='SER'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-8690620836734029408</id><published>2007-12-19T09:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:59:25.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo e nada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu sou tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E não sou nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A folha que o vento sopra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Preciso de espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Preciso de calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Desejo teus abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anseio teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vida vai, vida vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sou a estação de trem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vagões levam despedidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vagões trazem meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um azul de céu profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uma noite de luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uma estrada, poucas luzes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E os meus pés a caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Águas banham meus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Águas de rio, águas de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mãe d'água sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem vai me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quem sou eu afinal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não sei te dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Talvez eu seja o final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou o começo pra você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-8690620836734029408?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/8690620836734029408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=8690620836734029408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8690620836734029408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/8690620836734029408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/tudo-e-nada.html' title='Tudo e nada.'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1312819581557848333</id><published>2007-12-19T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:54:29.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração sem dono</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É caminhão na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É luar de madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É muitas noites sem dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É um cão sem dono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vive em total abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas vai onde quer ir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1312819581557848333?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1312819581557848333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1312819581557848333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1312819581557848333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1312819581557848333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/corao-sem-dono.html' title='Coração sem dono'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1576680767418160488</id><published>2007-12-19T09:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:51:16.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não sei o que me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quando o tempo vai passando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A rotina vai chegando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E eu tentando me livrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não gosto de me repetir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Saber o que vai acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fazer porque tenho que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nada pode me obrigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me sinto só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quando tenho que pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me sinto só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quando tenho que agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me sinto só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Porque sempre estive assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E parece que eu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;De estar sozinha em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Os dias passam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E minhas vontades vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não sei o que há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pareço não ter coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1576680767418160488?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1576680767418160488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1576680767418160488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1576680767418160488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1576680767418160488'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-4348906985157825923</id><published>2007-12-18T19:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:07:54.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mesmo que todas as noites você durma, viva acordado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-4348906985157825923?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/4348906985157825923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=4348906985157825923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4348906985157825923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4348906985157825923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/viva.html' title='Viva!!!'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-1520837883935063556</id><published>2007-12-18T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:06:14.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Louca, solta, fantasia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu já te falei ou disse, sei lá se o mundo é azul. Quem me dera ter um pé de laranja bem no meio da sala. Só para te ver pelado dançando para mim. O dia já amanheceu. Ainda não saí para pescar. Quando será que o vento sopra? Só no livro de Clarice porque o tempo parou. Que horas são? Hora de tomar o remédio. Que droga! Esqueci de subir na bananeira. Quantos pintinhos tem a vizinha? Chega de pensar porque incomoda. É com "Z" ou com "S" ? Blá, blá, blá incrível! Tô falando... O meio do fim não é o final propriamente dito. Separação é pó de canela sem papa. Quero sorrir com a boca cheia de dente. O mundo gira. O sol saiu da toca. Leio esse livro que é bom. Para de tirar catota! Sobe na alfaia e grita: bum, bum, bum!. Eita maracatu show! O Recife já não é  mais o mesmo. Tá tudo bem certinho e desarrumado. Tiro a roupa mas ainda estou vestida. Aonde vai dar essa estrada? Loucuras? Nunca mais. Se o canto é doce eu quero é mel. Viver é uma aventura de quatro pés. Pula da cama embaixo e quebra a espinhela. Rebola nêga que o cajú ta doce. Ei menino, hoje é dia de batuque. P... queria dizer palavrão bem alto mas o demônio está aqui. Sai cangurú sem bolsa. Eu te expulso em nome de... Não falareis o nome do Senhor teu Deus em vão. Cala a boca!!! Fica tudo mudo que só vou escrever pontinhos.................................................................. Ah! E agora? Quem é que manda? Quem pode?!!! Não, quem tem caneta! Eu sou Deus e daí? A poderosa da caneta, ra, ra, ra... Tô me sentindo! Amanhã é Domingo e nem fiz o almoço. Senta que lá vem visita. Que coisa, não tem ensaio essa semana. É cãimbra nas pernas. Vixe o papel ta acabando e agora? Tira as calça e joga fora kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk... Barriga roncando... hora do lanche, hora do lanche!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-1520837883935063556?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/1520837883935063556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=1520837883935063556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1520837883935063556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/1520837883935063556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/louca-solta-fantasia.html' title='Louca, solta, fantasia...'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-2485737572990329351</id><published>2007-12-18T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:14:47.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Voltando a tempos imemoriais, mais precisamente à pré-história, a busca pelo eu se revela nas mais simples atitudes dos seres que viveram naquela época e se reporta aos dias de hoje pois essa busca continua. O homem busca a si mesmo em tudo o que faz e a tudo o que ama. E isso é uma opinião pessoal do meu eu em formação ou desconstrução já que ouvi de algumas pessoas que o eu como ser integral, na verdade é uma colcha de retalhos. Bom, a verdade, e isso se refere à minha verdade, é que eu, ser, não sei quem sou e porquê existo. Se soubesse talvez não estivesse mais aqui neste planeta. Desde pequena eu, ser, tento entender o que sou e o que vim fazer aqui porque acredito que não estamos aqui a passeio. Deve haver uma finalidade a qual é tão profunda que poucos conseguem entender. Eu particularmente ainda não entendo e não sei se, nessa vida ainda, virei a entender. Não posso dizer quem sou pois jamais conseguiria definir algo tão abstrato, que ainda não conheço. Mas creio sinceramente que existo e que há em mim uma força, uma vibração, que me impulsiona, não a ser eu, mas a ser todos e tudo, para existir como ser integral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-2485737572990329351?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/2485737572990329351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=2485737572990329351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2485737572990329351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/2485737572990329351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/quem-sou.html' title='Quem sou?'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-653255751982458303</id><published>2007-12-18T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:09:16.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfaia Encantada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R5ntfhwMgxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tLNOXsWP_z4/s1600-h/Za31ex5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159415974021858066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R5ntfhwMgxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tLNOXsWP_z4/s320/Za31ex5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu vi uma luz no palco&lt;br /&gt;Tocando uma alfaia encantada&lt;br /&gt;Eram as batidas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos do filho de Xangô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos fitaram os meus&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso me iluminou&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração se rendeu&lt;br /&gt;Então o tempo parou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caxinhos, Caxinhos, Caxinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Daçavam ao sabor do coco&lt;br /&gt;Ao som da alfaia de fogo&lt;br /&gt;Que meu coração encantou.&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/5096427110838032725-653255751982458303?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/653255751982458303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=653255751982458303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/653255751982458303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/653255751982458303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/alfaia-encantada.html' title='Alfaia Encantada'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/R5ntfhwMgxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tLNOXsWP_z4/s72-c/Za31ex5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-3973283381430254596</id><published>2007-12-18T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:52:28.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserto</title><content type='html'>Todo deserto tem seu oásis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-3973283381430254596?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/3973283381430254596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=3973283381430254596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3973283381430254596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/3973283381430254596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/frase.html' title='Deserto'/><author><name>Celeste Aquino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13287719519472171085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vniAl8MgC10/SaadRXo1AsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/SeK6oU-BJcQ/S220/me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096427110838032725.post-4339039877536497831</id><published>2007-12-18T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:33:54.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retalhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teci uma colcha de retalhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Para abrigar os meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Para esquentar meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Teci uma colcha de retalhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quando comecei a viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096427110838032725-4339039877536497831?l=celesteaquino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/feeds/4339039877536497831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5096427110838032725&amp;postID=4339039877536497831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4339039877536497831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096427110838032725/posts/default/4339039877536497831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celesteaquino.blogspot.com/2007/12/retalhos.html' title='Retalhos'/><author><name>Celeste 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