<?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-35399556</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:24.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-atriz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B-atriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18064085947626859133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399556.post-116300837466881689</id><published>2006-11-08T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:52:54.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Românticos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/kamilla.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/320/kamilla.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Românticos são poucos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Românticos são loucos desvairados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que querem ser o outro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que pensam que o outro é o paraíso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Românticos são lindos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Românticos são limpos e pirados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que choram com baladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que amam sem vergonha e sem juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;São tipos populares que vivem pelos bares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E mesmo certos vão pedir perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E passam a noite em claroConhecem o gosto raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;De amar sem medo de outra desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116300837466881689?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116300837466881689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399556&amp;postID=116300837466881689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Com carinho] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A minha querida amiga Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Em seu universo policromo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;se encantou pela cor lilás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Menina dos astros,mística atriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bem leve leva e revela seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Em grande alarido vai mostrando ao mundo suas idéias, histórias, canções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pequenina e também gigante, conquista espaços certos, seus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah, num instante, tudo é colorido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Para o jazz... tons de vinho; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;se lágrimas rolarem: blues;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mpb é cotidiano, alegria: verde, anil, amarelo, cor de rosa e carvão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E enquanto andamos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Derramamos sorrisos, sorrisos em meu azul infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116241806271648833?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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quando eu chegar&lt;br /&gt;Foi na hora em que eu te vi&lt;br /&gt;E mais que tudo &lt;br /&gt;Foi no mês que vem&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando eu chegar &lt;br /&gt;Na hora em que eu te quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou fiquei &lt;br /&gt;No teu chegado e tu chegada ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Penso, grande é Deus&lt;br /&gt;Um paraíso prum sujeito ateu&lt;br /&gt;E pensando assim&lt;br /&gt;Farei aquilo que o teu gosto quis&lt;br /&gt;Claro, eu já ganhei de volta&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isso &lt;br /&gt;Foi no mês que vem&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando eu chegar&lt;br /&gt;Foi na hora em que eu te vi&lt;br /&gt;E mais que tudo &lt;br /&gt;Foi no mês que vem&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando eu chegar &lt;br /&gt;Na hora em que eu te quis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116170114349627762?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399556.post-116109801012702441</id><published>2006-10-17T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:13:30.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha riqueza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/pente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/320/pente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que passou, passou, passou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou, sou, sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É, tem nada não, não, não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra frente é que se anda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda, anda, anda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não pare de sorrir, ir, ir, ir....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrir para o escuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curo, curo, curo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ele vai clarear, ar, ar, ar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as portas estão fechadas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elas vão se abrir, ir, ir, ir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verás, verás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A riqueza que o sorriso traz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verás, verás a riqueza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116109801012702441?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116109801012702441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399556&amp;postID=116109801012702441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116109801012702441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116109801012702441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/2006/10/minha-riqueza.html' title='A minha riqueza'/><author><name>B-atriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18064085947626859133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399556.post-116099926784599214</id><published>2006-10-16T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T04:47:47.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/kamilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/320/kamilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Os livros na estante&lt;br /&gt;Já não tem mais&lt;br /&gt;Tanta importância&lt;br /&gt;Do muito que eu li&lt;br /&gt;Do pouco que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Nada me resta&lt;br /&gt;A não ser&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E o motivo eu ja nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só para estar&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado só pra ler&lt;br /&gt;No teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma mensagem de amor&lt;br /&gt;A noite eu me deito&lt;br /&gt;Então escuto&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem no ar&lt;br /&gt;Tambores runfando&lt;br /&gt;Eu ja não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Nada pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;A não ser&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E o motivo eu ja nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só para estar&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado só pra ler&lt;br /&gt;No teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma mensagem de amor&lt;br /&gt;No céu estrelado&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perco&lt;br /&gt;Com os pés na terra&lt;br /&gt;Vagando entre os astros&lt;br /&gt;Nada me move&lt;br /&gt;Nem me faz parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A não ser&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E o motivo eu ja nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só para estar&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado só pra ler&lt;br /&gt;No teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma mensagem de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116099926784599214?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116099926784599214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399556&amp;postID=116099926784599214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/320/Imagem%20preto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O seu olhar lá fora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O seu olhar no céu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O seu olhar demora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O seu olhar no meu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O seu olhar, seu olhar melhora, melhora o meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Onde a brasa mora e devora o breu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Como a chuva molha o que se escondeu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O seu olhar, seu olhar melhora, melhora o meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O seu olhar agora, o seu olhar nasceu, o seu olhar me olha, o seu olhar é seu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O seu olhar, seu olhar melhora, melhora o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116092229020387996?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116092229020387996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399556&amp;postID=116092229020387996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116092229020387996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos começar&lt;br /&gt;Colocando um ponto final&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos já é um sinal&lt;br /&gt;De que tudo na vida tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Vamos acordar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tem um sol diferente no céu&lt;br /&gt;Gargalhando no seu carrossel&lt;br /&gt;Gritando nada é tão triste assim&lt;br /&gt;É tudo novo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos jogar onde já caímos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo novo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Vamos mergulhar do alto onde subimos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos celebrar&lt;br /&gt;Nossa própria maneira de ser&lt;br /&gt;Essa luz que acabou de nascer&lt;br /&gt;Quando aquela de trás apagou&lt;br /&gt;E vamos terminar&lt;br /&gt;Inventando uma nova canção&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja uma outra versão&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar entender que acabou&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tudo novo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos jogar onde já caímos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo novo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Vamos mergulhar do alto onde subimos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116083208623212906?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116083208623212906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399556&amp;postID=116083208623212906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116083208623212906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116083208623212906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/2006/10/tudo-novo-de-novo.html' title='TUDO NOVO DE NOVO'/><author><name>B-atriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18064085947626859133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399556.post-116074900746269161</id><published>2006-10-13T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:16:47.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo se transforma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/Imagem%201016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/320/Imagem%201016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu beso se hizo calor,&lt;br /&gt;luego el calor, movimiento,&lt;br /&gt;luego gota de sudor&lt;br /&gt;que se hizo vapor, luego viento&lt;br /&gt;que en un rincón de La Rioja&lt;br /&gt;movió el aspa de un molino&lt;br /&gt;mientras se pisaba el vino&lt;br /&gt;que bebió tu boca roja.&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca roja en la mía,&lt;br /&gt;la copa que gira en mi mano,&lt;br /&gt;y mientras el vino caía&lt;br /&gt;supe que de algún lejano&lt;br /&gt;rincón de otra galaxia,&lt;br /&gt;el amor que me darías,&lt;br /&gt;transformado, volvería&lt;br /&gt;un día a darte las gracias.&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno da lo que recibe&lt;br /&gt;y luego recibe lo que da,&lt;br /&gt;nada es más simple,&lt;br /&gt;no hay otra norma:&lt;br /&gt;nada se pierde,&lt;br /&gt;todo se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;El vino que pagué yo,&lt;br /&gt;con aquel euro italiano&lt;br /&gt;que había estado en un vagón&lt;br /&gt;antes de estar en mi mano,&lt;br /&gt;y antes de eso en Torino,&lt;br /&gt;y antes de Torino, en Prato,&lt;br /&gt;donde hicieron mi zapato&lt;br /&gt;sobre el que caería el vino.&lt;br /&gt;Zapato que en unas horas&lt;br /&gt;buscaré bajo tu cama&lt;br /&gt;con las luces de la aurora,&lt;br /&gt;junto a tus sandalias planas&lt;br /&gt;que compraste aquella vez&lt;br /&gt;en Salvador de Bahía,&lt;br /&gt;donde a otro diste el amor&lt;br /&gt;que hoy yo te devolvería......&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno da lo que recibe&lt;br /&gt;y luego recibe lo que da,&lt;br /&gt;nada es más simple,&lt;br /&gt;no hay otra norma:&lt;br /&gt;nada se pierde,&lt;br /&gt;todo se transforma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116074900746269161?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116074900746269161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399556&amp;postID=116074900746269161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116074900746269161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116074900746269161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/2006/10/todo-se-transforma.html' title='Todo se transforma'/><author><name>B-atriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18064085947626859133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399556.post-116057547430105750</id><published>2006-10-11T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:04:34.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parede-meia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/cor%20de%20rosa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/320/cor%20de%20rosa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho que não fecha espera o dia Entrar pela brecha da veneziana Sono que não chega noite que não cessa&lt;br /&gt;Dia que só dá a luz com cesariana Olho que não fecha fica de vigia Ladra quando passa a caravana&lt;br /&gt;Bebe luz elétrica semeia ventania Olho que não fecha queima&lt;br /&gt;Que nem taturana&lt;br /&gt;Vento de bala perdida zunindo na orelha&lt;br /&gt;É de parede - meia&lt;br /&gt;É de parede - meia&lt;br /&gt;Carro de bombeiro, grito, velha que chuleia&lt;br /&gt;É de parede - meia&lt;br /&gt;É de parede - meia&lt;br /&gt; de parede - meia, menina&lt;br /&gt;É de parede - meia&lt;br /&gt;Não dorme que a tristeza mora de parede- meia....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116057547430105750?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116057547430105750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Morena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/Imagem%20926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/400/Imagem%20926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ouvir o vento passar&lt;br /&gt;Assistir à onda bater&lt;br /&gt;Mas o estrago que faz&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta pra ver...&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei&lt;br /&gt;Que quando eu morrer&lt;br /&gt;Vou acordar para o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E para o tempo parar.&lt;br /&gt;Um século, um mês,&lt;br /&gt;rês vidas e mais&lt;br /&gt;Um passo pra trás?&lt;br /&gt;Por que será?...vou pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Como pode alguém sonhar&lt;br /&gt;O que é impossível saber?&lt;br /&gt;Não te dizer o que eu penso&lt;br /&gt;Já é pensar em dizer&lt;br /&gt;E isso, eu vi,&lt;br /&gt;O vento leva!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mas&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que é como sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Que o esforço pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt;É a vontade de esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;E isso por que?Diz mais!&lt;br /&gt;Uh, se a gente já não sabe mais&lt;br /&gt;Rir um do outro meu bem então&lt;br /&gt;O que resta é chorar e talvez,&lt;br /&gt;Se tem que durar,&lt;br /&gt;Vem renascido o amor&lt;br /&gt;Bento de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Um século, três,&lt;br /&gt;Se as vidas atrás&lt;br /&gt;São parte de nós.&lt;br /&gt;E como será?&lt;br /&gt;O vento vai dizer&lt;br /&gt;Lento o que virá&lt;br /&gt;E se chover demais&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai saber,&lt;br /&gt;laro de um trovão,&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém depois&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir em paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só de encontrar... ah!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116048730528391900?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116048730528391900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/cor%20de%20rosa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/320/cor%20de%20rosa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olá!!!! estou aqui como princesa do mundo cor de rosa pra avisar aos membros da nobreza que logo,logo teremos um fotolog!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um beijo de Princesa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B-atriz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116039997499706981?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116039997499706981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Capuccino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/23579422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/200/23579422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou te convidar prum Capuccino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é whisky nem vinho é só um Capuccino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com gosto de manhã e brisa de canela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou te convidar para uma valsa moderna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessas que se vê no cinema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E te darei um beijo congelado em close-up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela eternidade dos dias e a finitude dos corpos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brindaremos lado a lado como namorados &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomando o nosso Capuccino sem pensar em nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem na morte, nem na vida, muito menos no futuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem nos que ficaram pra traz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentindo apenas a brisa do presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorvendo o gosto da vida, na espuma dos dias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que passam por nós assim como somos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pó e chantily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creme e café&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate e canela... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116039329967724396?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116039329967724396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399556&amp;postID=116039329967724396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/200/princesa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Menina bonita do centro da cidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou jogar laço de fita&lt;br /&gt;Prá enfeitar essa beldade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou laçar o Amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me lançar ao mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convidar ela prum charme&lt;br /&gt;Não ficar só na saudade&lt;br /&gt;No chapéu mangueira&lt;br /&gt;Ou então na abolição&lt;br /&gt;De tanto que se bole&lt;br /&gt;Vamo entrar em ebulição&lt;br /&gt;E vamo entrar em ebulição&lt;br /&gt;Que moça bonita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que moça bonita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, menina bonita&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso é como a brisa&lt;br /&gt;Que chega lá no mar&lt;br /&gt;Prá refrescar meu coração&lt;br /&gt; Você quando pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O seu andar parece o vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer momento&lt;br /&gt;Pode pintar a paixão&lt;br /&gt;No rastro do assovio&lt;br /&gt;Acende o pavio&lt;br /&gt;A gente se enrosca&lt;br /&gt;E vai soprar um furacão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-116033802809612078?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/feeds/116033802809612078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35399556&amp;postID=116033802809612078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116033802809612078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35399556/posts/default/116033802809612078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-atriz.blogspot.com/2006/10/parede.html' title='A Parede'/><author><name>B-atriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18064085947626859133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35399556.post-115981677206495429</id><published>2006-10-02T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:44:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatriz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/1600/h_060925_134538.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4731/3938/200/h_060925_134538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Olha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que ela é moça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que ela é triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é o contrário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é pintura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O rosto da atriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Se ela dança no sétimo céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Se ela acredita que é outro país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E se ela só decora o seu papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é de louça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é de éter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é cenário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A casa da atriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Se ela mora num arranha-céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E se as paredes são feitas de giz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E se ela chora num quarto de hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sim, me leva para sempre, Beatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Para sempre é sempre por um triz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ah, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é comédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Será que é divina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A vida da atriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Se ela um dia despencar do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E se os pagantes exigirem bis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E se um arcanjo passar o chapéu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35399556-115981677206495429?l=b-atriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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