<?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-3085421917855782243</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:46:14.244-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Versos de um simples Coração...</title><subtitle type='html'>Nas palavras,encontra-se a essência do que se deseja...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2203551432217935624</id><published>2010-04-14T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:00:51.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas águas que refletem</title><content type='html'>Às vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Pego-me refletindo,&lt;br /&gt;No espelho de uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto sua falta,&lt;br /&gt;Carência recíproca...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Se não pode ecoar amor,&lt;br /&gt;No vácuo do prazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2203551432217935624?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2203551432217935624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/nas-aguas-que-refletem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2203551432217935624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2203551432217935624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/nas-aguas-que-refletem.html' title='Nas águas que refletem'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-8179441340465199302</id><published>2010-04-09T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:00:12.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maciço de dor</title><content type='html'>Quando o corpo cansa,&lt;br /&gt;Quando até o vento lembra,&lt;br /&gt;Quando não motivo de choro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vontade é imensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não verbo que suprima,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe vir,&lt;br /&gt;Vai escorrer pelo seu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem todas as lágrimas já derramas no mundo &lt;br /&gt;Conseguem demonstrar o que é te perder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-8179441340465199302?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8179441340465199302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/macico-de-dor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8179441340465199302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8179441340465199302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/macico-de-dor.html' title='Maciço de dor'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-7206540759592129138</id><published>2010-04-09T16:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:02:34.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feixe de Sentimento</title><content type='html'>Indestrutível e inexplicável,&lt;br /&gt;É o meu carinho por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que, não é preciso dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;Para você sentir,&lt;br /&gt;O que há de mais bonito,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ao menos,&lt;br /&gt;Magoar o tato do teu querer...&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te antes e após...&lt;br /&gt;O sol nascer...&lt;br /&gt;Sobre nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-7206540759592129138?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7206540759592129138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/feixe-de-sentimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7206540759592129138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7206540759592129138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/feixe-de-sentimento.html' title='Feixe de Sentimento'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-6090530858594696720</id><published>2010-04-09T16:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:02:03.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Refugio do Pagão</title><content type='html'>Enquanto você se afoga,&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas palavras de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu chego cada vez mais perto,&lt;br /&gt;Do céu do teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há como suprimir,&lt;br /&gt;A emoção do meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Quando você está do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas coisas que se faz na inocência...&lt;br /&gt;Que acaba por doer,&lt;br /&gt;Como punhalada no fundo do peito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-6090530858594696720?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6090530858594696720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/refugio-do-pagao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6090530858594696720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6090530858594696720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/refugio-do-pagao.html' title='Refugio do Pagão'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-6100703693399655393</id><published>2010-04-04T02:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:00:34.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol de Sombras</title><content type='html'>Você foi feita pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Como flor e perfume,&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso lindo que você tem e não assume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja isso,&lt;br /&gt;Confundir o sentimento pagão,&lt;br /&gt;Sóbrio e cego de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me luz de teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Pra saber o que é amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-6100703693399655393?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6100703693399655393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/sol-de-sombras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6100703693399655393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6100703693399655393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/04/sol-de-sombras.html' title='Sol de Sombras'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-6648013616541255629</id><published>2010-03-26T00:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:21:10.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma dor de qualquer coisa</title><content type='html'>A saudade machuca,&lt;br /&gt;É um nó na garganta,&lt;br /&gt;Que me sufoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só desata...&lt;br /&gt;Quando seguro em sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amar,&lt;br /&gt;Não seja em vão...&lt;br /&gt;Nossas vidas foram feitas num botão...&lt;br /&gt;De rosa corada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-6648013616541255629?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6648013616541255629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-dor-de-qualquer-coisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6648013616541255629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6648013616541255629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-dor-de-qualquer-coisa.html' title='Uma dor de qualquer coisa'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-3330827416288461623</id><published>2010-03-23T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:18:02.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente</title><content type='html'>Somente faça,&lt;br /&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;A graça.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que for,&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol se por...&lt;br /&gt;Não desgraça,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que desejamos com tanto carinho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-3330827416288461623?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3330827416288461623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/simplesmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3330827416288461623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3330827416288461623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/simplesmente.html' title='Simplesmente'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-6946631588818930373</id><published>2010-03-19T01:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:08:28.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lógica de Amar-te</title><content type='html'>Na plenitude de um ser,&lt;br /&gt;Com quem quer dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Que te ama pra valer...&lt;br /&gt;No amor que pode nascer...&lt;br /&gt;Transbordar e desfazer,&lt;br /&gt;O meu peito em te querer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-6946631588818930373?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6946631588818930373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/logica-de-amar-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6946631588818930373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6946631588818930373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/logica-de-amar-te.html' title='Lógica de Amar-te'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-1433333692518792736</id><published>2010-03-15T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:39:13.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No vácuo do prazer</title><content type='html'>A felicidade toma conta do meu ser...&lt;br /&gt;Até quando não posso te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Te tocar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é o mesmo doce,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto doce é a sua boca, ao te beijar...&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te, mais e mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa, se eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Ou se você me ama...&lt;br /&gt;Não há como dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Se você falta ao meu lado na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Deixando esse vazio no peito e alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-1433333692518792736?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1433333692518792736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-vacuo-do-prazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1433333692518792736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1433333692518792736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-vacuo-do-prazer.html' title='No vácuo do prazer'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2162666963786531731</id><published>2010-03-11T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:42:44.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez um novo amor</title><content type='html'>Amor…&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento complexamente lindo,&lt;br /&gt;De fácil fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil desvanecer,&lt;br /&gt;Impossível descrever, por completo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça valer,&lt;br /&gt;Olhando naqueles olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Cor castanha, uma perola de mel...&lt;br /&gt;Tomado de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu ego fraquejará,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te perder,&lt;br /&gt;Abandono-me, imergindo na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Para não mais sofrer de amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2162666963786531731?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2162666963786531731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/talvez-um-novo-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2162666963786531731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2162666963786531731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/talvez-um-novo-amor.html' title='Talvez um novo amor'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-6764016085547797463</id><published>2010-03-10T00:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:46:43.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão de viver</title><content type='html'>Se um dia…&lt;br /&gt;Eu perder a razão de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Peço que meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Encharquem a minha alma de esperança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não haverá motivo,&lt;br /&gt;Para existir, se você não estiver aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Por que não há porque de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Se você me deixar só...&lt;br /&gt;Por que não tem razão de viver, &lt;br /&gt;Se não for a sua mão a segurar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não guarde de mim,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não quero de ti,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor já gravou seu nome,&lt;br /&gt;Como um céu estrelado, esperando o luar,&lt;br /&gt;Cair sobre nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-6764016085547797463?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/6764016085547797463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/razao-de-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6764016085547797463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/6764016085547797463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/razao-de-viver.html' title='Razão de viver'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-1527760696745236409</id><published>2010-03-06T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:27:03.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao nosso amor</title><content type='html'>É lindo.Como o orvalho,&lt;br /&gt;Em cima daquela rosa,&lt;br /&gt;Na manha ensolarada em que encontrei,&lt;br /&gt;Tua face sorridente ao meu lado cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não se mede, compara ou descreve...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu amor se restringi...&lt;br /&gt;Limita-se em dizer que é só seu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O adjetivo que designa o amor,&lt;br /&gt;É aquele que chega à ponta da língua,&lt;br /&gt;para tal dizer, e se dissolve no seu beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na bruta labuta,&lt;br /&gt;Esculpi meu ego corrompido,&lt;br /&gt;Cansando de dizer que te ama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-1527760696745236409?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1527760696745236409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/ao-nosso-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1527760696745236409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1527760696745236409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/ao-nosso-amor.html' title='Ao nosso amor'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-8806316008218038278</id><published>2010-03-02T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:26:29.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontades da compreensão</title><content type='html'>O que eu desejo ser,&lt;br /&gt;Naquilo tudo que você pensa em dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Tente entender,&lt;br /&gt;O amor que eu sinto por você,&lt;br /&gt;Não pode morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou evitar,&lt;br /&gt;Que minha alma se perca,&lt;br /&gt;Na tentativa de te encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o brilho do seu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Seja a luz que ilumina,&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração em trevas.&lt;br /&gt;Faça apagar a escuridão, que nos maltrata.&lt;br /&gt;Com um doce beijo seu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-8806316008218038278?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8806316008218038278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/vontades-da-compreensao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8806316008218038278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8806316008218038278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/vontades-da-compreensao.html' title='Vontades da compreensão'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-7226686605229223718</id><published>2010-03-01T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:16:33.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquietude de Amar</title><content type='html'>Num verso puro,&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não quero dar um nó,&lt;br /&gt;E atar nossos corações de vez...&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que em cada palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Há uma letra, em cada letra, o sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso chorar em escrever isso,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso deixar que meu amor se cale,&lt;br /&gt;Perante seu inquieto e solitário ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passam lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;E eu espero na inquietude de ter-te,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, o que eu sinto por você se cale,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não deixara de ser o que sempre foi:&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-7226686605229223718?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7226686605229223718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/inquietude-de-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7226686605229223718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7226686605229223718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/03/inquietude-de-amar.html' title='Inquietude de Amar'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2203381074063102247</id><published>2010-02-25T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:13:04.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apelo do coração</title><content type='html'>No vácuo extenso de meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Habita esse sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Febril e acorrentado...&lt;br /&gt;Fervorosamente nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;Clama teu nome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um conto...&lt;br /&gt;Pois, não consigo por um ponto,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse filme triste.&lt;br /&gt;O amor às vezes machuca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O poeta sempre precisa,&lt;br /&gt;Passar seu poema a limpo,&lt;br /&gt;Pois, na maioria das vezes a folha de papel,&lt;br /&gt;Está encharcada de lagrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Feitas por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2203381074063102247?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2203381074063102247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/apelo-do-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2203381074063102247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2203381074063102247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/apelo-do-coracao.html' title='Apelo do coração'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-7908842925046031922</id><published>2010-02-24T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:00:29.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orbe análogo</title><content type='html'>O mundo está do avesso.&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo errado...&lt;br /&gt;A consciência do ser humano não se deu conta.&lt;br /&gt;Que precisamos redesenhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformular cada detalhe...&lt;br /&gt;Dar vida ao tom simples do ego.&lt;br /&gt;Cada sentimento faz imensa falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos esquecer o que já aprendemos:&lt;br /&gt;Extrair ao máximo de cada bom momento... &lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar de ter o amor como contorno.&lt;br /&gt;De nossos corações.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-7908842925046031922?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7908842925046031922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/orbe-analogo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7908842925046031922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7908842925046031922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/orbe-analogo.html' title='Orbe análogo'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4052357154782948360</id><published>2010-02-21T01:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:53:34.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casto de concordância</title><content type='html'>Meu amor por ti cresce,&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia, mais e mais.&lt;br /&gt;Na nascente do meu ego,&lt;br /&gt;Seria loucura dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Que não te quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se foi você..., &lt;br /&gt;Sem saber, sem porque, sem querer...&lt;br /&gt;Que se apossou de parte do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me escravo desse nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonei meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Segurado na única haste que me alivia...&lt;br /&gt;A dor que é: amar-te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4052357154782948360?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4052357154782948360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/casto-de-concordancia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4052357154782948360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4052357154782948360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/casto-de-concordancia.html' title='Casto de concordância'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-1724069093279804026</id><published>2010-02-16T17:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:41:26.598-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascunho apaixonado</title><content type='html'>Nos braços da saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Batizei meu filho órfão,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você, meu doce céu,&lt;br /&gt;Minha paixão sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma gota de mel,&lt;br /&gt;Do teu ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para não escrever mais neste papel,&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;O que não cabe mais,&lt;br /&gt;É esconder de nós esse sentimento lindo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-1724069093279804026?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1724069093279804026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/rascunho-apaixonado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1724069093279804026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1724069093279804026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/rascunho-apaixonado.html' title='Rascunho apaixonado'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2468250383814680754</id><published>2010-02-14T22:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:49:06.445-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inópia</title><content type='html'>Eu preciso de você,&lt;br /&gt;Para preencher esse vazio no meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, não posso cair novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Para não perder a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;De te encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso deixar de te amar,&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo acabara se você for,&lt;br /&gt;A afetividade do teu corpo que da vida,&lt;br /&gt;A essa nossa insensata paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que te achar,&lt;br /&gt;Destruir essa ânsia, corromper a solidão que me agarra,&lt;br /&gt;Interromper o rancor dos amores falecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Para o seu amor viver livre,&lt;br /&gt;E apenas ouvir a melódica e sincera,&lt;br /&gt;Batida do meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2468250383814680754?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2468250383814680754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/inopia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2468250383814680754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2468250383814680754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/inopia.html' title='Inópia'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-8872205545386106388</id><published>2010-02-13T23:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:48:16.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fábula da mente</title><content type='html'>Pensativo, confuso e absorto...&lt;br /&gt;É meu ser em relatividade,&lt;br /&gt;Subtraindo da velha idéia,&lt;br /&gt;A essência do pensar novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mar de imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;Aprofundado de conhecimento,&lt;br /&gt;Envolto de palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Nado só, nesse constante pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;Em te amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagando sem destino,&lt;br /&gt;Na luz cristalina do meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Em ter-te ao meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Ecoa um choro inocente de criança,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse lugar sem paisagem,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas replica de uma miragem,&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho irrealizado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-8872205545386106388?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8872205545386106388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/fabula-da-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8872205545386106388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8872205545386106388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/fabula-da-mente.html' title='Fábula da mente'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2637590381807214127</id><published>2010-02-12T23:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:47:31.998-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido Oposto</title><content type='html'>É você, meu bem maior...&lt;br /&gt;O ser que não sai da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo acontece contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, eu sei que...&lt;br /&gt;Se esquecendo de me esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Acabou por lembrar-se de nós,&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquele sentimento sincero,&lt;br /&gt;Da magia do deu tato,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o segredo, conheço seu jeito...&lt;br /&gt;A chave do seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Na minha mão, não fujas não...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2637590381807214127?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2637590381807214127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/sentido-oposto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2637590381807214127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2637590381807214127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/sentido-oposto.html' title='Sentido Oposto'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2727022468983620758</id><published>2010-02-11T23:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:46:06.712-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>É de difícil compreensão,&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer sentimento vago no peito...&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da filosofia do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe sua boca pensar...&lt;br /&gt;E seu coração bater por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos versos mais singelos,&lt;br /&gt;De maior virtude estranha...&lt;br /&gt;O amor que você me guarda,&lt;br /&gt;Transpareceste como água cristalina...&lt;br /&gt;No brilho de meus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Você, razão do meu viver,&lt;br /&gt;Padece para eternidade no meu peito e alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2727022468983620758?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2727022468983620758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/dilema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2727022468983620758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2727022468983620758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2324873709018432070</id><published>2010-02-10T06:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:45:10.115-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu ódio calado</title><content type='html'>Abominei meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver essa trágica cena...&lt;br /&gt;Fiz você chorar por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuai-te de compaixão...&lt;br /&gt;Rancor na voz da tua garganta,&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo sem pensar em você,&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda me ama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho ódio de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Por não conseguir sentir,&lt;br /&gt;O que você sente por mim, agora,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2324873709018432070?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2324873709018432070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-odio-calado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2324873709018432070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2324873709018432070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-odio-calado.html' title='Meu ódio calado'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4046548645062151927</id><published>2010-02-09T14:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:43:36.432-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Miragem de afeto</title><content type='html'>Vendo o que acontece,&lt;br /&gt;No seu peito sóbrio,&lt;br /&gt;Frustrado de querer acertar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mar de pétalas secas e sem vida,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas produto em decomposição,&lt;br /&gt;Cicatriz da nossa relação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade de choro,&lt;br /&gt;Não escuto a voz do teu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza que me pertence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui engolir,&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma palavra triste,&lt;br /&gt;Deste estúpido poema...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4046548645062151927?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4046548645062151927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/miragem-de-afeto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4046548645062151927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4046548645062151927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/miragem-de-afeto.html' title='Miragem de afeto'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-1464932755336407052</id><published>2010-02-07T19:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:42:30.888-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando o retorno</title><content type='html'>Se o meu quiser&lt;br /&gt;Parar de ser o que é,&lt;br /&gt;Para dizer o que sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da maneira mais simples,&lt;br /&gt;Ele falaria o que o sentimento manda,&lt;br /&gt;O que o coração não cala,&lt;br /&gt;O nosso, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há resposta sua,&lt;br /&gt;Sem essa sombra de duvida,&lt;br /&gt;Que o zelo pela nossa paixão foi fútil para você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que infantilidade...&lt;br /&gt;Você não saberá o que é dor,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não derramar uma lágrima por amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-1464932755336407052?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1464932755336407052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/esperando-o-retorno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1464932755336407052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1464932755336407052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/esperando-o-retorno.html' title='Esperando o retorno'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-8589217977920218334</id><published>2010-02-05T15:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:36:06.628-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotidiano</title><content type='html'>Na maioria das vezes somos felizes&lt;br /&gt; E nao sabemos deste detalhe,&lt;br /&gt;Por sermos mimados demais,&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de valorizar o simples,&lt;br /&gt;E gananciar o que nao se pode ter em mãos...&lt;br /&gt;Pelo simples motivo de sermos humanos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É essa loucura de palavras na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Uma aroeira de letras.&lt;br /&gt;Por que as palavras vem na minha cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;Como crianças orfãs, &lt;br /&gt;Carentes de pai e mãe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-8589217977920218334?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8589217977920218334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/na-maioria-das-vezes-somos-felizes-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8589217977920218334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8589217977920218334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/na-maioria-das-vezes-somos-felizes-e.html' title='Cotidiano'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-3859543985499946297</id><published>2010-02-03T12:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:29:49.662-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenha piedade de nós</title><content type='html'>Se eu, um dia parar de escrever,&lt;br /&gt;É por que as cordas vocais do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguem mais dizer teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;E o quanto me enleva essa paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor é como um espelho,&lt;br /&gt; Que reflete em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas esperanças do que pode acontecer, Transparecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quanto mais tempo vou suportar,&lt;br /&gt;Essa magoa que tenho em te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;creditos: Laura luisa fonseca bittencurt que nao deixou eu mudar algumas partes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-3859543985499946297?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3859543985499946297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/tenha-piedade-de-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3859543985499946297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3859543985499946297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/tenha-piedade-de-nos.html' title='Tenha piedade de nós'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4974715565879688355</id><published>2010-02-02T11:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:25:50.239-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amor</title><content type='html'>O amor existe em mim,&lt;br /&gt;O seu ser está guardado no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando não posso te ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor existe em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está na sua posse.&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor suaviza meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu ser, a meu ver... Eterno no peito.&lt;br /&gt;Podes escapar-me entre a mão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso deixar de te amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4974715565879688355?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4974715565879688355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4974715565879688355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4974715565879688355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-amor.html' title='Meu amor'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4294791249420558390</id><published>2010-02-01T23:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:22:41.062-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Testemunho do angustiado</title><content type='html'>Sei que vai ser difícil,&lt;br /&gt;Não lembrar você.&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu ver o sol pela manhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que posso chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Ao lembrar o gosto doce da sua boca.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, possa ser melhor assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Iludiu-se tentando te iludir...&lt;br /&gt;É o preço que se paga,&lt;br /&gt;Para aprender a amar de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;completo hj 17 anos de vida =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4294791249420558390?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4294791249420558390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/testemunho-do-angustiado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4294791249420558390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4294791249420558390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/testemunho-do-angustiado.html' title='Testemunho do angustiado'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4312476125885691083</id><published>2010-01-31T10:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:20:38.805-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance que falha</title><content type='html'>Não adianta mais,&lt;br /&gt;O que passou, passou...&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma folha que o vento arrastou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta derramar minha lagrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Seria futilidade de minha parte,&lt;br /&gt;Chorar pelo que deixei para trás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, eu não possa mudar o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Posso transformar o presente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não tiver o seu amor do meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Do que valera meus feitos,&lt;br /&gt;Se alma pelo qual meu coração chama,&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer seu nome, mais e mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4312476125885691083?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4312476125885691083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/chance-que-falha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4312476125885691083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4312476125885691083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/chance-que-falha.html' title='Chance que falha'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-1949759924647397670</id><published>2010-01-30T09:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:19:58.452-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível esconder de nós</title><content type='html'>Se eu tivesse a oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;De tentar ao menos, tornar você...&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisaria esconder,&lt;br /&gt;Nas sombras destas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento belo que sinto por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voz da minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Não cala inquieta e gritando...&lt;br /&gt;Procurando, pelo seu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-1949759924647397670?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1949759924647397670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/impossivel-esconder-de-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1949759924647397670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1949759924647397670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/impossivel-esconder-de-nos.html' title='Impossível esconder de nós'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4551770102171758985</id><published>2010-01-29T21:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:18:47.142-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocência</title><content type='html'>Vou sentir o seu choro,&lt;br /&gt;Quando você cair.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou interferir na sua queda.&lt;br /&gt;Para não haver mais o que prejudicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou magoar meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Quando você voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer cruelmente para você,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o que eu sinto hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Para o nosso bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez uma dose de realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Resolva nossa situação...&lt;br /&gt;Se o efeito não for tardio...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda salvo o amor que,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existiu escondido de nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4551770102171758985?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4551770102171758985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-sentir-o-seu-choro-quando-voce-cair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4551770102171758985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4551770102171758985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-sentir-o-seu-choro-quando-voce-cair.html' title='Inocência'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-8340525592629751443</id><published>2010-01-28T20:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:16:06.227-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre</title><content type='html'>Definição do que será eterno...&lt;br /&gt;Então não digas: Nós somos para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas se preveres o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre, palavra forte e duvidosa&lt;br /&gt;De procedência desconfiável...&lt;br /&gt;Misteriosa e inquieta...&lt;br /&gt;Que faz com que o eterno se realize.&lt;br /&gt;Iludindo milhares inocentes corações.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-8340525592629751443?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8340525592629751443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/desvirtuando-seu-olhar_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8340525592629751443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8340525592629751443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/desvirtuando-seu-olhar_28.html' title='Sempre'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-1625766241967716033</id><published>2010-01-27T19:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:13:24.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desvirtuando seu olhar</title><content type='html'>Não vou mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Só pra tentar agradar,&lt;br /&gt;O seu paladar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa falta de sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;O meu orgulho fala mais alto.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seria apenas o meu amor próprio...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Tentar ser o que não sou,&lt;br /&gt;Para satisfazer o seu agora.&lt;br /&gt;Pois logo mudara de gosto,&lt;br /&gt;E sentira saudade do meu eu...&lt;br /&gt;Agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-1625766241967716033?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/1625766241967716033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/desvirtuando-seu-olhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1625766241967716033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/1625766241967716033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/desvirtuando-seu-olhar.html' title='Desvirtuando seu olhar'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-5709530528980482727</id><published>2010-01-26T18:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:12:06.927-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando ao Futuro</title><content type='html'>Como se fora na era medieval&lt;br /&gt;A razão e o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, travam uma difícil batalha..&lt;br /&gt;Interminável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na confusão do meu sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Na batalha de convencer o coração,&lt;br /&gt;A parar de sentir o que não pode existir.&lt;br /&gt;Sai ileso por saber,&lt;br /&gt;Que enquanto tiver o seu sorriso lindo e&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar meigo...&lt;br /&gt;Haverá a esperança de paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa era no qual o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Derrama pesadas lágrimas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-5709530528980482727?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5709530528980482727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/voltando-ao-futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/5709530528980482727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/5709530528980482727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/voltando-ao-futuro.html' title='Voltando ao Futuro'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-65475663459803074</id><published>2010-01-25T17:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:09:35.999-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez um dia</title><content type='html'>Se você soubesse,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;Entenderia que o quero é sincero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quisesse,&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Seria eterno quanto à luz do sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você pensasse,&lt;br /&gt;No que eu penso.&lt;br /&gt;Seria uma egoísta extrema, por pensar apenas em você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se chorar não curar as minhas dores,&lt;br /&gt;A solução é achar...&lt;br /&gt;Que você é realmente isso que sei, quero e penso...&lt;br /&gt;O dia inteiro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-65475663459803074?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/65475663459803074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/talvez-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/65475663459803074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/65475663459803074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/talvez-um-dia.html' title='Talvez um dia'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-416052840853905458</id><published>2010-01-24T16:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:08:47.267-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de Sentimento Puro</title><content type='html'>Implorei ao teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Para que teu sincero amor&lt;br /&gt;Nasça em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas dessa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Hoje são as que cintilam meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver teu rosto singelo&lt;br /&gt;Que estanca um sorriso lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito afaga,&lt;br /&gt;Uma paixão que ira eternizar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-416052840853905458?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/416052840853905458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/palavras-de-sentimento-puro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/416052840853905458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/416052840853905458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/palavras-de-sentimento-puro.html' title='Palavras de Sentimento Puro'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-293945282199682408</id><published>2010-01-23T15:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:08:02.757-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Plágio incerto</title><content type='html'>Na certeza do querer...&lt;br /&gt;Na ânsia do acertar,&lt;br /&gt;Acabei errando ao te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Coração... Azedo de tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na questão de ser ou não ser...&lt;br /&gt;Acabei sendo,&lt;br /&gt;O que já fui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas lágrimas do amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa-me coração,&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha falta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-293945282199682408?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/293945282199682408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/plagio-incerto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/293945282199682408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/293945282199682408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/plagio-incerto.html' title='Plágio incerto'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-8834236424900856397</id><published>2010-01-23T14:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:06:44.080-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste recordação</title><content type='html'>Deitado em um campo aberto&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo o canto dos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite estrelada de verão&lt;br /&gt;Sinto sua vibração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo, minha alma gêmea&lt;br /&gt;Você faz parte de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te pra todo sempre&lt;br /&gt;Zelo que seu coração seja meu refúgio eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas sombras foscas das árvores,&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-me de um passado recente,&lt;br /&gt;Que minha boca tem saudade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-8834236424900856397?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8834236424900856397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/deitado-em-um-campo-aberto-ouvindo-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8834236424900856397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8834236424900856397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/deitado-em-um-campo-aberto-ouvindo-o.html' title='Triste recordação'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2162844104267411246</id><published>2010-01-22T17:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:02:36.072-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpo a corpo</title><content type='html'>O que leva uma pessoa gostar da outra...&lt;br /&gt;Não é cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Não é gosto...&lt;br /&gt;Não é tato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atração, sedução.... Relevantes...&lt;br /&gt;É o pulsar do peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicatória...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para: Jéssica Fernandes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2162844104267411246?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2162844104267411246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/corpo-corpo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2162844104267411246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2162844104267411246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/corpo-corpo.html' title='Corpo a corpo'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-7626774823992682897</id><published>2010-01-21T23:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:59:02.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A sua falta</title><content type='html'>Sabes, quando falta algo...&lt;br /&gt;Fica um vazio no peito.&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;Logo vem a pergunta&lt;br /&gt;O que está faltando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alma ou o coração...?&lt;br /&gt;Por si só,&lt;br /&gt;Você repara que...&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração parou de funcionar...&lt;br /&gt;O motivo? &lt;br /&gt;Você me faz falta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-7626774823992682897?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7626774823992682897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/sua-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7626774823992682897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7626774823992682897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/sua-falta.html' title='A sua falta'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-8640085380814194784</id><published>2010-01-20T21:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:57:42.609-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras para qual usá-las</title><content type='html'>Quando leio...&lt;br /&gt;Caminho nas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Atravesso a profundeza oceânica em milésimos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas é diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;Diferentemente, resumo...&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;É como se eu pudesse olhar dentro da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Como se estivera eu de olhos vendados.&lt;br /&gt;Numa fração de segundos...&lt;br /&gt;Volto a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando a simples caneta&lt;br /&gt; A escrever teu nome no papel branco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-8640085380814194784?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8640085380814194784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/palavras-para-qual-usa-las.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8640085380814194784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8640085380814194784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/palavras-para-qual-usa-las.html' title='Palavras para qual usá-las'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-3982771629447654138</id><published>2010-01-18T23:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:55:31.875-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Não tem agonia maior que a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Distancia interminável...&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia souberes,&lt;br /&gt;A falta que me tu me faz.&lt;br /&gt;O vazio que me deixa no peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que abandono brutal&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar sofrendo por alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que não sente o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Não ao mesmo sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida lapida lentamente&lt;br /&gt;A jóia bruta do amor&lt;br /&gt;As vozes que calam o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;São as mesmas,&lt;br /&gt;Que obstruem um amor verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso é apena um relato&lt;br /&gt;Os fatos acontecem&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-3982771629447654138?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3982771629447654138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3982771629447654138'/><link 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a dor do amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que passa,&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é penitente a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Que dó,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda pergunto-me:&lt;br /&gt;Prefere-se soltar os nós do amor&lt;br /&gt;Ou apostar em enrolar mais um felpo?&lt;br /&gt;Sei que apenas, delongara...&lt;br /&gt;Novamente um tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4247139234391148863?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4247139234391148863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4247139234391148863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4247139234391148863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-8986763403644589237</id><published>2010-01-17T11:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:53:29.427-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotas do renascer</title><content type='html'>Que visão mal apurada esta que tenho,&lt;br /&gt;Minha precisão esta desfocada...&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que você acha perfeita, foi mal examinada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia fizera chover,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela alegria de ser...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma gota simples que cai na terra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que fizera,&lt;br /&gt;Estas mesmas gotas,&lt;br /&gt;Embaçam a visão da minha conduta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-8986763403644589237?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/8986763403644589237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/gotas-do-renascer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8986763403644589237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/8986763403644589237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/gotas-do-renascer.html' title='Gotas do renascer'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-5866371541586654361</id><published>2010-01-16T19:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:52:11.902-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosso amor</title><content type='html'>Teu corpo junto ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Abrasa meu coração para que...&lt;br /&gt;Passaremos por estas nevascas...&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;Caminharemos na tempestade de neve, JUNTOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso vai passar,&lt;br /&gt;A magoa vai cessar,&lt;br /&gt;As brigas terminar,&lt;br /&gt;E nosso amor verdadeiro voltará à vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que&lt;br /&gt;O que deus uniu&lt;br /&gt;O homem não separa...&lt;br /&gt;Alem da vida&lt;br /&gt;Alem da morte&lt;br /&gt;Juro-te amor ETERNO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-5866371541586654361?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5866371541586654361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/nosso-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/5866371541586654361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/5866371541586654361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/nosso-amor.html' title='Nosso amor'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4654881075716993601</id><published>2010-01-15T23:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:51:20.849-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>Queria ter-te sempre do lado&lt;br /&gt;Fraterno amigo querido...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que passamos juntos... Inigualáveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabafar minhas ilusões contigo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tua falta,&lt;br /&gt;Que dano no meu coração, tu foste cedo de mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia no céu ou no inferno&lt;br /&gt;Encontrares-te...&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar-te-ei com maior força e intensidade...&lt;br /&gt;E te direi os seguintes versos:&lt;br /&gt;Tu, meu amigo fiel, será alma que me apoiará&lt;br /&gt;Para subir no degrau da fronteira..&lt;br /&gt;De volta há vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4654881075716993601?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4654881075716993601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4654881075716993601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4654881075716993601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-905645508233681199</id><published>2010-01-15T10:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:50:47.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>De todo amor que jaz na terra,&lt;br /&gt;De todas as riquezas que vos guardais,&lt;br /&gt;De toda vida que há no universo,&lt;br /&gt;Cada brilho de estrela,&lt;br /&gt;Cada encanto de luar,&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser que nasce nesse momento.&lt;br /&gt;É absurdamente...&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno e insignificante&lt;br /&gt;Perto do que sinto dentro do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Por ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-905645508233681199?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/905645508233681199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/905645508233681199'/><link rel='self' 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pés,&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça consegue já metabolizar outra vibração&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não pulsa mais ofegante...&lt;br /&gt;Que sensação boa...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viajar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentar debaixo de umas árvores...&lt;br /&gt;Analisar as coisas simples da vida, o natural...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o mar,&lt;br /&gt;O símbolo de amor mutuo eterno...&lt;br /&gt;As ondas vão e voltam,&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentam pedras e adversidades,&lt;br /&gt;Sem perder o gosto salgado da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo do que virá&lt;br /&gt;Eles não se separam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-7428438097513563481?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7428438097513563481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/areia-sol-e-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7428438097513563481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7428438097513563481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/areia-sol-e-mar.html' title='Areia, sol e mar'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-638342190579475997</id><published>2010-01-14T13:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:49:19.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falsidade</title><content type='html'>Senti na pele o que é sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Indaguei comigo&lt;br /&gt;Se já cometera eu isto a alguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absorvi da pura ilusão&lt;br /&gt;A bruta mentira de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Falsidade que já não acredito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termina por aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Um elo de afeto se rompeu &lt;br /&gt;Quando nossas almas já não brandem,&lt;br /&gt;Uma pela outra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não é afeição que sinto de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Transparece apenas lembranças e sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Verdade tola,&lt;br /&gt;Que não consigo acreditar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-638342190579475997?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/638342190579475997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/falsidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/638342190579475997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/638342190579475997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/falsidade.html' title='Falsidade'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-3478239773681437554</id><published>2010-01-13T15:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:45:57.570-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lastima minha</title><content type='html'>Averigüei no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tentei enxergar lá&lt;br /&gt;Ver o que faz doer tanto meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri um feixe negro&lt;br /&gt;Contraste legítimo no meu sangue vermelho fugaz&lt;br /&gt;Uma prole tua.&lt;br /&gt;Dissimula ser uma fissura&lt;br /&gt;Angustia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que se um dia ela fechara...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração pára de pulsar...&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrizará teu nome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-3478239773681437554?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3478239773681437554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/lastima-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3478239773681437554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3478239773681437554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/lastima-minha.html' title='Lastima minha'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2614448450919394601</id><published>2010-01-12T23:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:44:10.795-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecado após pecado</title><content type='html'>Do sexo aos mais prazeres,&lt;br /&gt;Da vida a dádiva das virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;O pecado após pecado,&lt;br /&gt;Traindo a ânsia do querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será mesmo o demônio,&lt;br /&gt;Que fizera algo tão bom carnalmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou deus é nosso semelhante.&lt;br /&gt;Feito de osso, carne e coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2614448450919394601?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2614448450919394601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/pecado-apos-pecado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2614448450919394601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2614448450919394601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/pecado-apos-pecado.html' title='Pecado após pecado'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2105421408876124960</id><published>2010-01-11T17:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:42:36.252-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesão Fatal</title><content type='html'>Você saiu,&lt;br /&gt;Escapou-me dos braços o teu ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você partiu,&lt;br /&gt;Libertando essa dor ansiosa no peito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me agoniado de loucura...&lt;br /&gt;Por seu carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você escapou,&lt;br /&gt;Da minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;Marcou como tatuagem seu nome em meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi,&lt;br /&gt;Não é justo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda aflito, pergunto-me...&lt;br /&gt;Deus porque fizeste isso?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2105421408876124960?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2105421408876124960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/lesao-fatal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2105421408876124960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2105421408876124960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/lesao-fatal.html' title='Lesão Fatal'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-599214219603651762</id><published>2010-01-10T18:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:40:23.221-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>Meu coração cansado de sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se no direito de abandonar seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Revoltado, chocado e iludido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugiu sem eira nem beira,&lt;br /&gt;Para a direção além...&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me onde deve andar meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Vadiando a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Desfrutando do pecado,&lt;br /&gt;Traindo a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-o de volta, para que se complete&lt;br /&gt;A minha felicidade espiritual,&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem querer seja consolidado,&lt;br /&gt;E o amor volte a imperar em mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-599214219603651762?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/599214219603651762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/599214219603651762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/599214219603651762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/coracao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4377916261641027826</id><published>2010-01-08T16:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:39:23.424-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Incidência</title><content type='html'>Ontem, foi um difícil para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Morri da casta ferocidade....&lt;br /&gt;Esquartejaram cruelmente a minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;É...&lt;br /&gt;O que foi isso?&lt;br /&gt;A saudade de ti, açoitou em minha porta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4377916261641027826?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4377916261641027826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/incidencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4377916261641027826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4377916261641027826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/incidencia.html' title='Incidência'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-7753946398817089830</id><published>2010-01-07T19:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:36:24.758-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpo já não tenho mando</title><content type='html'>Ainda tece de demência,&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo ardente...ao te ver.&lt;br /&gt;Trava minha respiração,&lt;br /&gt;Pulsa forte minhas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Perturba minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;Meus braços querem-te ter entre-o&lt;br /&gt;Minhas pernas vão ao seu encontro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah coração...&lt;br /&gt;Tu é o que mais, ao mesmo tempo sente em mim&lt;br /&gt;Essa louca paixão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-7753946398817089830?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7753946398817089830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/corpo-ja-nao-tenho-mando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7753946398817089830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7753946398817089830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/corpo-ja-nao-tenho-mando.html' title='Corpo já não tenho mando'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-3282757764322191518</id><published>2010-01-06T03:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:36:21.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>Afundei no lago saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor sincero e confuso&lt;br /&gt;Borbulhou tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgiu de lá &lt;br /&gt;Um ser adorável&lt;br /&gt;Melancólico e carismático&lt;br /&gt;Chamado: nossa paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizera cintilar de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo suspender,&lt;br /&gt;Como quem iria voar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei,&lt;br /&gt;Tomei um café amargo e quente.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-3282757764322191518?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3282757764322191518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3282757764322191518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3282757764322191518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4040748433324292375</id><published>2010-01-04T12:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:35:45.362-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidenciarão a mim, tarde demais</title><content type='html'>Falei-te, milhares intermináveis vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Que te amava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não seria mais qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejei para nós um futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito e mágico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pratiquei dos mais sinceros,&lt;br /&gt;Atos de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofri, chorei, maltrapido...&lt;br /&gt;Castigado por amar de mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuei com uma historia,&lt;br /&gt;Que já...&lt;br /&gt;Acabou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4040748433324292375?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4040748433324292375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/confidenciarao-mim-tarde-demais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4040748433324292375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4040748433324292375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/01/confidenciarao-mim-tarde-demais.html' title='Confidenciarão a mim, tarde demais'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4422145168546384237</id><published>2010-01-03T22:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:34:58.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Expiação</title><content type='html'>Queria ter entrado no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Feito do seu coração minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Sentido teu gosto...&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltou-me a oportunidade...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, não era pra acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando num motivo para me conformar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade me mostra ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Que te amo como se não tivesse nada contra nós&lt;br /&gt;Como uma flor que nasce num campo límpido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Sentimento incógnito...&lt;br /&gt;Por que não crias juízo,&lt;br /&gt;Queria mandar no coração &lt;br /&gt;E esquecer a razão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4422145168546384237?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4422145168546384237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/expiacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4422145168546384237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4422145168546384237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/expiacao.html' title='Expiação'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4774876301640169811</id><published>2009-12-30T23:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:26:34.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>De mãos atadas,&lt;br /&gt;De olhos vendados,&lt;br /&gt;Uma união sincera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que faz nossos corações pulsarem&lt;br /&gt;Sincronicamente, fortemente...&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo alegria e paz de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é mutuo...&lt;br /&gt;Algo abstrato como um vento..&lt;br /&gt;Que vem de dentro pra fora,&lt;br /&gt;De fora pra dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é muito mais que dizer ‘’te amo’’&lt;br /&gt;Amor não se escolhe, acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Como uma folha seca que é levada pelo vento brando,&lt;br /&gt;Algo surreal. Inexplicável!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4774876301640169811?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4774876301640169811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4774876301640169811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4774876301640169811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-5581687221906239489</id><published>2009-12-30T20:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:25:00.185-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressentimento</title><content type='html'>É trágico pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Parar para analisar...&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu conosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma leve brisa alterou nosso futuro&lt;br /&gt;Devastou nosso sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que tristeza... Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Amar, malamar, desamar;&lt;br /&gt;Amar demais, amar, desgostar;&lt;br /&gt;Desmalamar, amar e assim vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não vai sumir,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não vai acabar, &lt;br /&gt;Mas parece que o céu, despencou sobre meus ombros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-5581687221906239489?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5581687221906239489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/ressentimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/5581687221906239489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/5581687221906239489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/ressentimento.html' title='Ressentimento'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4993540636430231060</id><published>2009-12-29T23:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:25:26.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim</title><content type='html'>Não te redimes mais...&lt;br /&gt;As tuas atitudes já não têm perdão&lt;br /&gt;Basta sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe a nós achar uma solução, ou não!&lt;br /&gt;Irrelevante, seria o mesmo que&lt;br /&gt;Jogar um copo d’água no oceano...&lt;br /&gt;Que diferença fizera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Nosso passado não é memorável&lt;br /&gt;Não há o que fazermos&lt;br /&gt;Enxugue as lagrimas &lt;br /&gt;Continue andando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4993540636430231060?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4993540636430231060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-te-redimes-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4993540636430231060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4993540636430231060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-te-redimes-mais.html' title='Fim'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-638005529473932257</id><published>2009-12-28T17:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:23:12.438-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuance</title><content type='html'>O brilho constante&lt;br /&gt;Que meus olhos ficam&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Que debulham pesadas lagrima&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver que tudo acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero cometer um suicídio&lt;br /&gt;Só de pensar que...&lt;br /&gt;Sua suave e rosada boca&lt;br /&gt;Não será mais minha...&lt;br /&gt;E que seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Já tens um novo sortudo dono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-638005529473932257?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/638005529473932257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/nuance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/638005529473932257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/638005529473932257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/nuance.html' title='Nuance'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-5585424085121072246</id><published>2009-12-26T15:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:22:14.692-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza retire-se daqui</title><content type='html'>Não me importa mais           &lt;br /&gt;As suas atitudes...          &lt;br /&gt;As suas desculpas...            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras....                &lt;br /&gt;Não refletem um sentimento puro.&lt;br /&gt;AH! Como era bom nosso passado!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos mentem a mim...         &lt;br /&gt;E seu corpo me trai, apunhala pelas costas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;Cada gota que cai, encharcando o solo,&lt;br /&gt;E um ano de vida...&lt;br /&gt;Que quisera eu ter vivido ao seu lado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-5585424085121072246?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/5585424085121072246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/tristeza-retire-se-daqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/5585424085121072246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/5585424085121072246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/tristeza-retire-se-daqui.html' title='Tristeza retire-se daqui'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-4671358220429971811</id><published>2009-12-22T12:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:21:22.444-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interrogatório</title><content type='html'>Mas, Por quê?Como foi?         &lt;br /&gt;O que eu fiz?Quando isso?     &lt;br /&gt;Quem disse?Onde foi?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas perguntas...               &lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me respirar ao menos... &lt;br /&gt;Não sufocas o que já não tem nada a ser dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor acabou, foi enterrado.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter morrido nessa ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Para não sofrer de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que o único remédio...&lt;br /&gt;Para dor de amor,&lt;br /&gt;É o interminável tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-4671358220429971811?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/4671358220429971811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/interrogatorio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4671358220429971811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/4671358220429971811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/interrogatorio.html' title='Interrogatório'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-580060303468288017</id><published>2009-12-21T21:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:20:22.289-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertação</title><content type='html'>Assoviava o minuano          &lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um mau agouro...&lt;br /&gt;Um presságio... &lt;br /&gt;Do que iria acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É...                             &lt;br /&gt;Estou entrando em um paradoxo.&lt;br /&gt;Num jogo Vicioso...               &lt;br /&gt;Um circula infinito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero. Não me tens mais...     &lt;br /&gt;Aboli meu sentimento.                  &lt;br /&gt;Liberta minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Salva nossa amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Para que fique...                      &lt;br /&gt;Apenas as lembranças boas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-580060303468288017?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/580060303468288017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/libertacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/580060303468288017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/580060303468288017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/libertacao.html' title='Libertação'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-3985758375545212102</id><published>2009-12-20T07:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:19:28.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Repugna em mim                 &lt;br /&gt;O teu amor estúpido.&lt;br /&gt;Que faz meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Super aquecer, como um vulcão,&lt;br /&gt;Que jorra lava e destrói,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que de vivo jaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos azuis celestes&lt;br /&gt;Me carismas e confortam&lt;br /&gt;Quando tu penetras,&lt;br /&gt;Com teu olhar sedutor os meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lateja de dor e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;O coração que só sabia bater por ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-3985758375545212102?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3985758375545212102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/repugna-em-mim-o-teu-amor-estupido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3985758375545212102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3985758375545212102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/repugna-em-mim-o-teu-amor-estupido.html' title=''/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-7712188834778284237</id><published>2009-12-19T22:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:18:42.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce Ilusão</title><content type='html'>Eu vou estar...              &lt;br /&gt;Sentado naquelas pedras, refletindo...&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o tempo passar&lt;br /&gt;Esperando você chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para realizar, essa doce ilusão enigmática.&lt;br /&gt;Para não mais conter meus sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou estar...&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para o brilho mágico do luar...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando seus olhos meigos,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando você do lado esquerdo do peito&lt;br /&gt;Amargurando a ternura da vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choveu lagrimas em um mundo que pensei ter existido...&lt;br /&gt;E as mesmas regaram as flores que existiam...&lt;br /&gt;Fizera brotar as sementes da esperança...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu vou estar. Esperando você acordar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-7712188834778284237?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/7712188834778284237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/doce-ilusao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7712188834778284237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/7712188834778284237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/doce-ilusao.html' title='Doce Ilusão'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2739625287157758725</id><published>2009-12-17T11:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:17:31.175-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada é para sempre</title><content type='html'>Nada é para sempre...        &lt;br /&gt;As águas que correm no rio,&lt;br /&gt;Já não são as mesmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento que bate na minha face,&lt;br /&gt;Dissipando o som da minha voz,&lt;br /&gt;Já não é o mesmo...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O brilho radiante do sol      &lt;br /&gt;Que ofusca minha singela visão                 &lt;br /&gt;Já não é o mesmo...                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tem que mudar?Alterar...&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos fiquem os amores verdadeiros&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida lhe proporcionar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2739625287157758725?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2739625287157758725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/nada-e-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2739625287157758725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2739625287157758725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/nada-e-para-sempre.html' title='Nada é para sempre'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-978153014313628254</id><published>2009-12-17T08:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:16:29.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Precocemente</title><content type='html'>Não quero mais...&lt;br /&gt;Espatifar-me no chão...&lt;br /&gt;Cair no vão que a solidão colocou no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala-te voz que já não tens razão!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo medo que tu tens,&lt;br /&gt;Cria uma bruma densa envolta sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estilhace meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Não desmorona minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Tu me tens, guarda-me no peito!&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que:&lt;br /&gt;Não roubou meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tiraste um pedaço para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai no absurdo...&lt;br /&gt;Amei quem não podia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-978153014313628254?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/978153014313628254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/precocemente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/978153014313628254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/978153014313628254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/precocemente.html' title='Precocemente'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-2839669631559956695</id><published>2009-12-16T22:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:14:39.874-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>A diferença entre o "querer" e o "poder" esta em&lt;br /&gt;Uma única pequena coisa, que é a aptidão mental&lt;br /&gt;No qual, por mais que lenta seja a caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Mais dura seja a estrada, sempre se chegara a algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que estiver ou ser&lt;br /&gt;Viva de forma real, não deixe o que você deseja para trás&lt;br /&gt;Pois o arrependimento é a forma de dor&lt;br /&gt;Que não será memorável recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rever os conceitos e valores no qual você guarda&lt;br /&gt;É como abrir a gaveta de um roupeiro e tirar tudo que há de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Quando você repuser, não se lembrara como estavam os objetos, nem o que estava dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor não correspondido é como um órfão&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe o porquê nem o motivo de estar ali...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe apenas que não há mal nisso&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de estar angustiado sem motivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-2839669631559956695?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/2839669631559956695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflexao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2839669631559956695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/2839669631559956695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflexao.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-996076928282070831</id><published>2009-12-15T23:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:12:10.999-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relacionamentos da Juventude</title><content type='html'>Jogar ao lixo o valor do amor&lt;br /&gt;Brincar com o medo&lt;br /&gt;Ser amigo da solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer sarcasmo com a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Saciar a sede do querer&lt;br /&gt;Unir o injusto a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Magoar o rancor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atirar velas em um poço escuro&lt;br /&gt;Fazer da amizade uma jóia simples, preto fosco.&lt;br /&gt;Quisera eu, fracionar da vida só prazeres&lt;br /&gt;Tirar os espinhos da vida&lt;br /&gt;E jogar o passado no vento...&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSSIVEL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-996076928282070831?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/996076928282070831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/texto-iii-relacionamentos-da-juventude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/996076928282070831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/996076928282070831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2010/02/texto-iii-relacionamentos-da-juventude.html' title='Relacionamentos da Juventude'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-3990953491391293815</id><published>2009-12-14T22:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:12:31.165-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento em Vacuo</title><content type='html'>Um dia entenderei a seqüência, injusta,&lt;br /&gt;Que, inocentemente é formada pelo ser humano de&lt;br /&gt;Amar ao próximo, sendo que o próximo amará outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;E assim sucessivamente, adquiria o poder de não&lt;br /&gt;Relacionar-me diretamente com quem gosta de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu teria pelo menos a vontade de saber o que é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que se trata se pelo menos o direito de falar&lt;br /&gt;Fosse me dado de forma legal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento não é um objeto no qual pode&lt;br /&gt;Escolhe-se, brinca, esconde&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o mostre a quem realmente importa para você&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que os comentários surjam ao natural&lt;br /&gt;Não force o que você pode ter tão fácil&lt;br /&gt;Dê tempo ao sentimento... Como um fruto ele amadurece&lt;br /&gt;Mas, diferentemente como é tratado, não estraga&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que o cuidam deixam-no estragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior parte das pessoas não sabe que...&lt;br /&gt;Associação de pensamentos é a forma mais ignorante&lt;br /&gt;Que o ser humano pode ter de qualquer assunto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085421917855782243-3990953491391293815?l=versopuro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/feeds/3990953491391293815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/texto-ii-sentimento-em-vacuo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3990953491391293815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085421917855782243/posts/default/3990953491391293815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://versopuro.blogspot.com/2009/12/texto-ii-sentimento-em-vacuo.html' title='Sentimento em Vacuo'/><author><name>Douglas Reis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09874643361684127493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JGSrrfPaiNM/S3iuupO6TOI/AAAAAAAAACI/5EwY0WjgIJE/S220/vesgo%26alemao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085421917855782243.post-5642991023146534093</id><published>2009-12-10T13:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:13:10.522-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Para que um dia você estivesse aqui&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ao meu lado, ao seu lado quero estar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não adianta ficar na penumbra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O sol que brilha hoje&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E o mesmo que brilhará amanhã...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Um dia você acreditará...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E vai se ligar, que nós... 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