<?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-8260539253891195212</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:20.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetas D'alma</title><subtitle type='html'>um blog onde se encontram idéias, e atitudes, todas vindas da alma.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zaak G B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101898711234950278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260539253891195212.post-8234624192940509901</id><published>2007-11-06T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:48:28.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will/Eu Vou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uma coisa que acabei de escrever, originalmente em inglês, e embaixo traduzido para o português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diego Blanco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'cause I'll never be the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;every waken day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is a new story to tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is a brand new feeling to feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not afriad of what I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with my faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with my dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's nothing else to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've tried the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that if someday the world goes dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my soul will never be alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that if someday I lose my ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll let me cry on your shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today I know that no matter the distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we'll always be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know we can fight together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we can face the road along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so I'll take your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I'll go... I'll go to whatever life takes me to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be on my own, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll live on my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll never be wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I kow that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu Vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diego Blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;porque eu nunca vou ser o mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias que passarem,&lt;br /&gt;é uma nova história pra contar,&lt;br /&gt;é um novo sentimento para se sentir,&lt;br /&gt;eu não estou com medo do que eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;com a minha fé,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou voar,&lt;br /&gt;com os meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou viver,&lt;br /&gt;não há mais nada pra se fazer,&lt;br /&gt;eu tentei o máximo,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que se um dia o mundo ficar escuro,&lt;br /&gt;minha alma nunca estará sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que se um dia eu perder o meu chão,&lt;br /&gt;você vai me deixar chorar no seu ombro,&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu sei que não importa a distância,&lt;br /&gt;nós sempre vamos estar juntos,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que nós podemos lutar juntos,&lt;br /&gt;nós podemos enfrentar o caminho à frente,&lt;br /&gt;então eu vou pegar a sua mão,&lt;br /&gt;e eu vou... eu vou pra qualquer lugar que a vida me levar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ser eu mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou viver do meu jeito,&lt;br /&gt;e aí...&lt;br /&gt;eu nunca vou estar errado,&lt;br /&gt;e eu sei que,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ser forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260539253891195212-8234624192940509901?l=poetasdalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8234624192940509901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8260539253891195212&amp;postID=8234624192940509901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/8234624192940509901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/8234624192940509901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-willeu-vou.html' title='I Will/Eu Vou'/><author><name>Zaak G B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101898711234950278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260539253891195212.post-7981739672587267827</id><published>2007-10-12T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:56.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o primeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RxAn0jz29WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s5ELSJvNUxo/s1600-h/5+de+agosto+de+2007+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120636560239687010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RxAn0jz29WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s5ELSJvNUxo/s320/5+de+agosto+de+2007+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O primeiro texto que escrevemos juntos, por MSN, eu comecei e ela me ajudou a acabar, te amo minha coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diego Blanco e Rebecca Guimarães&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se eu soubesse te diria, dizem que sou assim e assado, mas não sei se realmente sou, não sei bem nem o que penso ou o que deixo de pensar, tudo o que sei é que sou assim. Dizem que pareço o poeta, outros dizem que pareço as apimentadas, mesmo assim, ainda sou eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quem eu sou? Não. Ah, não tem com o que se preocupar, eu também não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que eu sou eu, mesmo sendo eu mesmo, eu ainda sei que sou eu, mas pode ser que eu não seja e seja por sintese dos outros, mas prefiro ser por eu mesmo, e não pelos outros, porque eles passam, e eu sou eterno, minha alma, minha vida, minha queda, minha ascenção.&lt;br /&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/8260539253891195212-7981739672587267827?l=poetasdalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7981739672587267827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8260539253891195212&amp;postID=7981739672587267827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/7981739672587267827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/7981739672587267827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-primeiro.html' title='o primeiro'/><author><name>Zaak G B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101898711234950278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RxAn0jz29WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s5ELSJvNUxo/s72-c/5+de+agosto+de+2007+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260539253891195212.post-3647056270591553889</id><published>2007-10-06T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:56.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAD s2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RwfdGePv1NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xBIjc8FuRQE/s1600-h/TADb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118302604797924562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RwfdGePv1NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xBIjc8FuRQE/s320/TADb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Post de hoje em homenagem à três amigos, que já passaram por várias provas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amo s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diego Blanco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não quero esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que vai ser,&lt;br /&gt;Não da pra saber, como vai acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu realmente sei,&lt;br /&gt;É que não tem mais como parar,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo já girou,&lt;br /&gt;Já andou,&lt;br /&gt;E aí eu encontrei,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei bem como é,&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que é assim,&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que parece que vai continuar sendo sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 de Outubro de 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260539253891195212-3647056270591553889?l=poetasdalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3647056270591553889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8260539253891195212&amp;postID=3647056270591553889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/3647056270591553889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/3647056270591553889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/2007/10/tad-s2.html' title='TAD s2'/><author><name>Zaak G B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101898711234950278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RwfdGePv1NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xBIjc8FuRQE/s72-c/TADb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260539253891195212.post-3262973125379753250</id><published>2007-09-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:29:48.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade chocante</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Vidros refletem o que seus olhos não vêem&lt;br /&gt;A alma é a reflexão mais profunda do coração,&lt;br /&gt;E até que ponto os olhos são a janela da alma?&lt;br /&gt;Será que até o ponto onde eles podem ver, entender?&lt;br /&gt;Até nos aprisionarmos dentro da consciência.&lt;br /&gt;Consciência, maldita consciência,&lt;br /&gt;que mantém nossos pés no chão,&lt;br /&gt;e não nos deixam voar.&lt;br /&gt;Consciência, criada pela sociedade,&lt;br /&gt;Impregnada na moral,&lt;br /&gt;Moral impregnada,&lt;br /&gt;Suje!&lt;br /&gt;Abra a sua consciência, ignore-a.&lt;br /&gt;Choque!&lt;br /&gt;Somos o choque do país&lt;br /&gt;O choque que muda!&lt;br /&gt;O choque que muda a mente!&lt;br /&gt;O choque que muda o coração!&lt;br /&gt;A mente que muda o coração,&lt;br /&gt;ou o coração que muda a mente?&lt;br /&gt;A alma controla o coração,&lt;br /&gt;ou o coração controla a alma?&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que a mente controle sua alma,&lt;br /&gt;seja livre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Diego Blanco e Rebecca Guimarães)23 de Setembro de 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida que segue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida que renova&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida que pulsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Energia que pulsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Energia que renova&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Energia que segue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinceramente?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mandem pra casa do &lt;a href="mailto:c@r@l#0"&gt;c@r@l#0&lt;/a&gt; as más vibrações...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva sua vida da forma que você acha que ela deve ser vivida, ninguém vive por você. ninguém morre por você. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260539253891195212-3262973125379753250?l=poetasdalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3262973125379753250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8260539253891195212&amp;postID=3262973125379753250' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/3262973125379753250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/3262973125379753250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/2007/09/liberdade-chocante.html' title='Liberdade chocante'/><author><name>Zaak G B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101898711234950278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260539253891195212.post-7963598911040712803</id><published>2007-09-25T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:05:59.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparações de um Talvez + Brincar de Te Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dois textos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o primeiro escrito pelos dois poetas, Zaak B e Zaak G, o segundo escrito por Zaak B,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;espero que todos curtam ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comparações de um Talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De que precisa o homem?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de uma dose mista de coragem e caráter&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de respeito,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de essência,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de um homem,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de uma mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, de paz,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ele precise entender sobre a vida,&lt;br /&gt;a vida e seus caminhos sem volta,&lt;br /&gt;E se um sorriso, não o fizer rir,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ele não seja um homem,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ele não seja nem uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ele seja apenas um corpo oco,&lt;br /&gt;uma casca vazia,&lt;br /&gt;vazia da essência,&lt;br /&gt;vazia da alma,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não se importa,&lt;br /&gt;pois ele pode usar o poder,&lt;br /&gt;o dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;a política,&lt;br /&gt;para preencher com bens materiais&lt;br /&gt;o vazio acerca de seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Mas esses bens que pelo homem são tão estimados,&lt;br /&gt;apodrecerão como sua casca,&lt;br /&gt;e ele não terá herança,&lt;br /&gt;nem dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;nem poder,&lt;br /&gt;porque nada se compara&lt;br /&gt;a Paz e ao Amor,&lt;br /&gt;a Vida e a Alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Diego Blanco e Rebecca Guimarães)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brincar de te Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Qual é o estranho de ser estranho?&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o diferente de ser diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Inventar de ser herói, e sair voando.&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de Peter Pan e os meninos&lt;br /&gt;perdidos na Terra do Nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de te amar a noite inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Vomtade de mudar o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;de mostrar pro mundo a&lt;br /&gt;esquisiticie do esquisito,&lt;br /&gt;a loucura do louco e a&lt;br /&gt;diferença do diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar, de tezão,&lt;br /&gt;e brincar de te amar a noite inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir teus seios macios.&lt;br /&gt;Quero beijar a tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;e brincar de te amar a noite inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Quero te abraçar e te tocar,&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de te Amar a noite inteira,&lt;br /&gt;e até o sol raiar quero brincar,&lt;br /&gt;de fazer amor com você,&lt;br /&gt;a noite inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Diego Blanco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260539253891195212-7963598911040712803?l=poetasdalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7963598911040712803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8260539253891195212&amp;postID=7963598911040712803' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/7963598911040712803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/7963598911040712803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/2007/09/comparaes-de-um-talvez-brincar-de-te.html' title='Comparações de um Talvez + Brincar de Te Amar'/><author><name>Zaak G B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101898711234950278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260539253891195212.post-6985238411827229122</id><published>2007-09-23T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:57.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cazu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RvcI61gPghI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0hPmUW49uI/s1600-h/CAZUZA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113565708790235666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RvcI61gPghI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0hPmUW49uI/s320/CAZUZA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O homem que veio e foi, aquele que nos inspirou e nos tocou, nos deu uma lição, isso é pra ele, de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cazu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo não pára, já dizia ele, Exagerado como ele somos nós, por alguém largaríamos tudo, carreira, dinheiro, o canudo, dizem que ele morreu, mas o poeta ainda vive, dentro de nós, e foi o vento que levou sua poesia fazendo cabeça e coração, para contraditóriamente o que dizem. Ele não foi o herói, ele não foi o vilão, não foi bixa, maconheiro, ele foi a poesia, foi a idéia, foi o silêncio, o pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;(Diego Blanco e Rebecca Guimarães)&lt;br /&gt;23 de Setembro de 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260539253891195212-6985238411827229122?l=poetasdalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6985238411827229122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8260539253891195212&amp;postID=6985238411827229122' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/6985238411827229122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/6985238411827229122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/2007/09/cazu.html' title='Cazu'/><author><name>Zaak G B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101898711234950278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i0W2kDaBdno/RvcI61gPghI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m0hPmUW49uI/s72-c/CAZUZA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8260539253891195212.post-1381215079617973968</id><published>2007-09-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:20:46.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introdução + quem sou eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olá à todos, queremos nos apresentar, somos dois e ainda somos um só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somos aqueles que se importam com a alma, aqueles que são iguais mas ao mesmo tempo diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somos Diego e Rebecca, mas somos Zaak, somos Zaak desde o dia 12 de dezembro de 2006, quando nossa amizade tocou a atmosfera e a fez tremer, desde o dia em que decidimos que teríamos um filho. Mas... quem somos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;à seguir nosso primeiro texto juntos, escrito da alma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sou eu?Se eu soubesse te diria, dizem que sou assim e assado, mas não sei se realmente sou, não sei bem nem o que penso ou o que deixo de pensar, tudo o que sei é que sou assim. Dizem que pareço o poeta, outros dizem que pareço as apimentadas, mesmo assim, ainda sou eu mesmo.Sabe quem eu sou? Não. Ah, não tem com o que se preocupar, eu também não sei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só sei que eu sou eu, mesmo sendo eu mesmo, eu ainda sei que sou eu, mas pode ser que eu não seja e seja por sintese dos outros, mas prefiro ser por eu mesmo, e não pelos outros, porque eles passam, e eu sou eterno, minha alma, minha vida, minha queda, minha ascenção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Diego Blanco e Rebecca Guimarães)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8260539253891195212-1381215079617973968?l=poetasdalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1381215079617973968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8260539253891195212&amp;postID=1381215079617973968' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/1381215079617973968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8260539253891195212/posts/default/1381215079617973968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetasdalma.blogspot.com/2007/09/introduo-quem-sou-eu.html' title='Introdução + quem sou eu?'/><author><name>Zaak G B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01101898711234950278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
