<?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-6480430305513171458</id><updated>2011-09-04T12:02:05.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marília Santos</title><subtitle type='html'>"Mais que amor, dinheiro e fama, dai-me a verdade"
Henry David Thoreau</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-7275374886691617432</id><published>2011-02-26T23:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T10:22:32.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na vida&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esbarramos em alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que quer nos derrubar&lt;br /&gt;Abalar nossa estrutura&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma força gigante&lt;br /&gt;Vem do céu&lt;br /&gt;E afasta pessoas más&lt;br /&gt;Da aura escura&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas sem amor, tristes e infelizes&lt;br /&gt;Que afastam coisas boas de si&lt;br /&gt;E que de um jeito ou de outro&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acabam ficando longe nós&lt;br /&gt;Porque temos luz&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser ridícula&lt;br /&gt;Boba&lt;br /&gt;E qualquer outra coisa&lt;br /&gt;Que queiram que eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Pense o que quiser&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tente me apagar&lt;br /&gt;Não irei permitir&lt;br /&gt;E que fiquem&lt;br /&gt;Muito, muito longe&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus e de mim&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia em que&lt;br /&gt;A estrada de nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Chegar ao FIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-7275374886691617432?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7275374886691617432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-vida-sempre-esbarramos-em-alguem-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/7275374886691617432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/7275374886691617432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-vida-sempre-esbarramos-em-alguem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-8533321443542906079</id><published>2010-12-07T22:52:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:57:21.343-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Revivi em um flash &lt;br /&gt;O nosso dia e nossa noite &lt;br /&gt;Tudo tão mágico! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentirei sua falta como senti até então&lt;br /&gt;Mas creio que não tenho do que reclamar&lt;br /&gt;Além de tudo ter sido tão bom&lt;br /&gt;Quem escolheu o caminho da distância fui eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que a vida é assim&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode ter tudo ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Só que o tempo já nos mostrou&lt;br /&gt;Que amar de verdade mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Ignora a questão da propriedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto sigo assim&lt;br /&gt;Preferindo amar do que ter&lt;br /&gt;E como minha poesia é fraca&lt;br /&gt;Ainda apoiada em rimas, nada atualizada&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me com as palavras&lt;br /&gt;"Até mais ver"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por Eduardo Baldan&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-8533321443542906079?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8533321443542906079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/revivi-em-um-flash-o-nosso-dia-e-nossa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/8533321443542906079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/8533321443542906079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/12/revivi-em-um-flash-o-nosso-dia-e-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-6248284981972692657</id><published>2010-08-28T00:23:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:45:35.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nem só de Poesia Vive o Homem"</title><content type='html'>O Professor de Filosofia perguntou: O QUE É SER LIVRE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, que bela pergunta, fique animada e comecei a escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Livro Na Natureza Selvagem de Jon Krakauer, conta a História de um jovem rico, equilibrado e inteligente que deixa a família e tudo mais para trás para ser livre e viver a sua liberdade aventurando-se na Alasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o seu desejo de liberdade acabou tirando-lhe a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Foi encontrado morto por um grupo de caçadores em estado avançado de decomposição. Os restos estavam tão decompostos que o legista nem conseguiu determinar a data da morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jovem aventureiro ficou ser dar notícias aos amigos e familiares por dois anos. Por dois anos foi um homem livre. Hoje encontra-se preso em uma sepultura.&lt;br /&gt;Livre, talvez, fossem seus sonhos, seus pensamentos, sua alma, que talvez esteja perambulando em algum lugar do mundo. Quem sabe, no Alasca? Lugar que ele tanto quis que fosse o seu lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser livre para ele era estar só, longe de tudo e de todos que o atormentavam. Julgava não precisar nem de alimento, pois poderia caçar, pescar e pegar frutas nas árvores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ele não sabia, é que a Natureza e a vida não perdoam quando pisamos em falso e quando não respeitamos os limites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, a liberdade é abstrata, não tem cor, tamanho e nem forma. Não existe uma maneira de defini-la, podemos apenas, senti-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, em uma praia deserta no litoral sul da Bahia, senti que estava livre. &lt;br /&gt;Em cima de uma enorme pedra, bem no alto da montanha, lá estava eu, descalça, com os braços abertos, sentindo a brisa do mar, pensei: Isso é ser livre? Então, EU SOU LIVRE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO! Eu estava livre. Naquele momento eu era livre.&lt;br /&gt;Assim que retornei à cidade notei que a liberdade tinha acabado, pois tinha que seguir regras que me aprisionavam de uma maneira que sentia-me sufocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não seguisse as regras e me revoltasse contra elas em nome da minha total liberdade, talvez o meu fim fosse trágico, igual ao do Jovem aventureiro do Alasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-6248284981972692657?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6248284981972692657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/08/nem-so-de-poesia-vive-o-homem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bateram na minha porta&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei quem era&lt;br /&gt;Mas não recebi resposta&lt;br /&gt;Quando abri, vi&lt;br /&gt;Era a decepção&lt;br /&gt;Que vinha me visitar novamente&lt;br /&gt;Mas, dessa vez&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe-me um recado&lt;br /&gt;Era da Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que me pedia &lt;br /&gt;Para não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Para não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Pedia também&lt;br /&gt;Para não me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Porque junto com ela&lt;br /&gt;O Amor e a Paz&lt;br /&gt;Iriam chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-4212160713663886482?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4212160713663886482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/08/bateram-na-minha-porta-perguntei-quem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/4212160713663886482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/4212160713663886482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/08/bateram-na-minha-porta-perguntei-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-3830690847523295024</id><published>2010-08-20T17:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:32:26.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É ele&lt;br /&gt;É ele sim&lt;br /&gt;É o AMOR&lt;br /&gt;Com toda sua forma&lt;br /&gt;Tamanho e cor&lt;br /&gt;Esta dentro&lt;br /&gt;Esta fora&lt;br /&gt;Na pele&lt;br /&gt;Na boca&lt;br /&gt;No gesto&lt;br /&gt;O amor&lt;br /&gt;Com toda sua forma&lt;br /&gt;Tamanho e cor&lt;br /&gt;Esta em mim&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as minhas partes&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os meus cantos&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-se presente&lt;br /&gt;Dias e noites&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo, na minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Na minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-3830690847523295024?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3830690847523295024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-ele-e-ele-sim-e-o-amor-com-toda-sua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/3830690847523295024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/3830690847523295024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-ele-e-ele-sim-e-o-amor-com-toda-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-6015962468995126830</id><published>2010-06-04T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:25:36.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Temperamental!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ao extremo&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa mais egoísta que já conheci&lt;br /&gt;A mais falsa que já vi&lt;br /&gt;Finge amizade&lt;br /&gt;Para ter ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que possa manipular&lt;br /&gt;Com choros e falsas depressões&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa má, invejosa, amarga&lt;br /&gt;Mal amada&lt;br /&gt;Vive a esconder&lt;br /&gt;Atrás do seu belo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Um interior escuro&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso que encanta&lt;br /&gt;Apaixona, engana&lt;br /&gt;Mas não por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Logo ele de desfaz&lt;br /&gt;A personagem tira a máscara&lt;br /&gt;E o teatro acaba&lt;br /&gt;A amizade acaba&lt;br /&gt;O amor acaba&lt;br /&gt;E tudo simplesmente, acaba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-6015962468995126830?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6015962468995126830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/06/temperamental-ao-extremo-pessoa-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/6015962468995126830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/6015962468995126830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/06/temperamental-ao-extremo-pessoa-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-1433299062220195366</id><published>2010-05-28T13:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:37:48.367-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acordei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolava de um lado para o outro&lt;br /&gt;Já estava na beira&lt;br /&gt;Quase caí da cama&lt;br /&gt;Estava sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Com um sonho meu&lt;br /&gt;Era tão real&lt;br /&gt;Que acordei sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Alimenta o meu desejo de viver&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar dormindo&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar acordada&lt;br /&gt;Não importa&lt;br /&gt;Quero sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que sejam&lt;br /&gt;Sempre os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos bobos&lt;br /&gt;E loucos&lt;br /&gt;Só não permitirei&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam poucos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-1433299062220195366?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1433299062220195366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/05/acordei-rolava-de-um-lado-para-o-outro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/1433299062220195366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/1433299062220195366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/05/acordei-rolava-de-um-lado-para-o-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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title='ARREPENDIDA!!!!!!'/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-2009921864148171771</id><published>2010-05-05T13:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:17:45.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LADRA!</title><content type='html'>Alguém me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que nem me conhece&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem pedir licença&lt;br /&gt;Foi entrando&lt;br /&gt;Roubou minha jóia&lt;br /&gt;E a levou para longe&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe que nem sei onde&lt;br /&gt;Da minha preciosidade&lt;br /&gt;Só restaram lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E uma enorme saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-2009921864148171771?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2009921864148171771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/2009921864148171771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/2009921864148171771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladra.html' title='LADRA!'/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-6765713469973361438</id><published>2010-05-02T22:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:54:35.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lágrimas malditas&lt;br /&gt;Teimam em escorrer&lt;br /&gt;Tento impedi-las&lt;br /&gt;Mas, são mais fortes do que eu&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu tente contê-las&lt;br /&gt;São arrasadoras&lt;br /&gt;São malvadas&lt;br /&gt;Embaçam meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Salgam a minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Enfraquecem &lt;br /&gt;Desencorajam&lt;br /&gt;E eu&lt;br /&gt;Num jesto covarde&lt;br /&gt;Dou de ombros&lt;br /&gt;Desisto&lt;br /&gt;Mudo de rumo, de idéia&lt;br /&gt;Troco de sonho&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse possível&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer tudo o que se deseja&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que se almeja&lt;br /&gt;E como queria que fosse possível&lt;br /&gt;Que em um passe de mágica&lt;br /&gt;Acordasse de um sonho ruim&lt;br /&gt;E visse pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo todo rosa&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de flores, encantos&lt;br /&gt;E belezas&lt;br /&gt;Sem as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E sem esta profunda tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-6765713469973361438?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6765713469973361438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-8094858028333593707?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8094858028333593707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-fundo-sou-uma-medrosa-uma-covarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/8094858028333593707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/8094858028333593707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-fundo-sou-uma-medrosa-uma-covarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-6464766516446420616</id><published>2010-04-04T00:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:46:20.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentimentos ruins&lt;br /&gt;Adoecem o coração&lt;br /&gt;Afastam as boas energias&lt;br /&gt;As boas almas&lt;br /&gt;Que ficam a nos rodear&lt;br /&gt;Para nos momentos de fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Em nossos ouvidos soprar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras adocicadas com bondade&lt;br /&gt;Que entrem em nosso ser&lt;br /&gt;Se alastrem pelo coração&lt;br /&gt;Saiam pela boca&lt;br /&gt;Espalhem em todos os lugares&lt;br /&gt;A beleza em ver e sentir&lt;br /&gt;O amor em tudo&lt;br /&gt;Palavras tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Tão modestas&lt;br /&gt;Mas capazes de destruir&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer sentimento ruim&lt;br /&gt;Que queira dominar um coração&lt;br /&gt;Ferido ou desiludido&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, por uma paixão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;br /&gt;(Revisado e aprovado pelo amigo Guilherme Jorge)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-6464766516446420616?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6464766516446420616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/sentimentos-ruins-adoecem-o-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Galanteador e sedutor&lt;br /&gt;Um homem...&lt;br /&gt;Que altera meus batimentos&lt;br /&gt;Prende meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Confusa, assustada&lt;br /&gt;Com medo&lt;br /&gt;Medo de me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;A ele entregar&lt;br /&gt;E acabar sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;Se no vento&lt;br /&gt;Junto com as folhas do outono&lt;br /&gt;O meu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Ele jogar&lt;br /&gt;Se de todos os meus desejos &lt;br /&gt;Ele desdenhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas um desejo muito maior &lt;br /&gt;Me faz querer tentar&lt;br /&gt;Colocar na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Uma pitada de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Acabar com esse medo&lt;br /&gt;E entregar a ele&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo, meu ser e o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-8798649182874442135?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8798649182874442135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/8798649182874442135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/8798649182874442135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-5501043077353941821</id><published>2010-03-11T13:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:32:53.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escrevendo consigo me expressar&lt;br /&gt;Dizer a todos o que me aflige&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto o que desejo&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo sobre coisas que nem vejo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sinto, ouço, imagino&lt;br /&gt;Só sei&lt;br /&gt;Que quando escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Algo acorda dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho vontade de parar&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo, escrevo, escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes até a madrugada entrar&lt;br /&gt;Escrever me faz feliz&lt;br /&gt;Me pego sorrindo ao terminar&lt;br /&gt;E logo começo a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Qual será a próxima?&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que vou falar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-5501043077353941821?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5501043077353941821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/03/escrevendo-consigo-me-expressar-dizer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/5501043077353941821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/5501043077353941821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2010/03/escrevendo-consigo-me-expressar-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília 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empurrá-las&lt;br /&gt;E permitir que a luz divina&lt;br /&gt;Entre e espalhe a sua paz&lt;br /&gt;Nos mostre o melhor caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nos encoraje a sair e viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter medo do que possa acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tendo fé&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando junto com a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Com o amor&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada iluminada&lt;br /&gt;Onde passaremos longe&lt;br /&gt;Da tristeza e da dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-7428578915048536884?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7428578915048536884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-3627474699005806019</id><published>2009-11-13T10:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:01:49.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"PRECISA ABRIR A JANELA E VER QUE  A VIDA É COLORIDA E BELA"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-3627474699005806019?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3627474699005806019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/11/precisa-abrir-janela-vida-e-colorida-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>Pessoas incríveis&lt;br /&gt;Cruzam o nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;Entram em nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Transformam&lt;br /&gt;Nos viram de ponta cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Bagunçam tudo&lt;br /&gt;Ligam de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Te fazem ficar acordado até de manhã&lt;br /&gt;E você, fica feliz&lt;br /&gt;Agradece a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Por ter ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não te deixam em paz&lt;br /&gt;Que querem estar com você o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Querem ter dar amor&lt;br /&gt;Te ver sorrir, te ver feliz&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que chamamos&lt;br /&gt;De amigos&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que topam tudo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não seja tão legal&lt;br /&gt;Mas, topam porque o objetivo principal&lt;br /&gt;É ser feliz em conjunto&lt;br /&gt;É encher com amor&lt;br /&gt;O nosso coração&lt;br /&gt;É cicatrizar uma ferida&lt;br /&gt;É ser feliz sempre&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, amanhã e por toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;E lembrado&lt;br /&gt;Estará longe&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre presente&lt;br /&gt;Nas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Nas orações&lt;br /&gt;Em mim&lt;br /&gt;Terá sempre o seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu viver&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto for capaz de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&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/6480430305513171458-867153046019031955?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/867153046019031955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/10/perder-um-amigo-e-como-perder-um-pedaco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Minha bateria&lt;br /&gt;Minha terapia&lt;br /&gt;Me anima&lt;br /&gt;Me acalma&lt;br /&gt;Me faz sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Me faz Chorar&lt;br /&gt;Música para dançar&lt;br /&gt;Ou simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir&lt;br /&gt;E sentir a energia&lt;br /&gt;Que invade&lt;br /&gt;O corpo e a mente&lt;br /&gt;Transforma tão de repente&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza em alegria&lt;br /&gt;Uma manhã chuvosa&lt;br /&gt;Em um belo dia&lt;br /&gt;E em um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vira poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/strong&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/6480430305513171458-2217028966454710388?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2217028966454710388/comments/default' title='Postar 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Será que entendem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Será que fazem idéia de sua grandeza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já sentiram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O Amor é um sentimento nobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lindo e precioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É preciso ser muito humilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Para amar alguém que não seja você mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dizer eu te amo é muito forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Significa dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que dentro de vocêAquela pessoa mora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que com você ela pode contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que ao lado dela você quer ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que, será quase impossível, sem ela viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E como dizer eu te amo sem sentir e querer tudo isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A meu ver, é inadmissível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É o cúmulo da falsidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dizer que ama sem amar de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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dentro&lt;br /&gt;A garganta seca&lt;br /&gt;O choro cessa&lt;br /&gt;Me acalmo&lt;br /&gt;Levanto do chão&lt;br /&gt;Em instantes recupero a FÉ&lt;br /&gt;Chorar ajudou a desabafar&lt;br /&gt;Confiante, volto a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E novos planos para o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Começam a surgir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&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/6480430305513171458-8923116035219208900?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8923116035219208900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/09/decepcoes-se-tornam-grandes-licoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Deslizam pela minha face&lt;br /&gt;Choro de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Choro de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Choro por paixão&lt;br /&gt;Paixão que tenho pela Vida&lt;br /&gt;Paixão que me fortalece&lt;br /&gt;Que não me deixa desistir&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Se tranforma em luz&lt;br /&gt;Luz que brilha em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos, o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me feliz, simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Por estar em paz&lt;br /&gt;Por acodar sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Dormir sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Viver sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;E tudo naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;Fica perfeito e lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Marília Santos&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/6480430305513171458-1756769839282942859?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Santos&lt;/strong&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/6480430305513171458-6668688482590788705?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6668688482590788705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/09/borboletas-as-vejo-em-toda-parte-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/6668688482590788705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/6668688482590788705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Banhados de suor&lt;br /&gt;Os dois corpos tão juntos&lt;br /&gt;Como se fossem um corpo só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-6160931728607800225?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6160931728607800225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/sinto-fortes-arrepios-quando-me-lembro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/6160931728607800225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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carinho&lt;br /&gt;Carinho não quero&lt;br /&gt;Quero seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Quero seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Seu pensar&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Te dar todo o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que guardo aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;O calor que me aquece as pernas&lt;br /&gt;Me tira o ar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a sua namorada&lt;br /&gt;Sua amada&lt;br /&gt;Sua paixão&lt;br /&gt;Poder te amar de perto&lt;br /&gt;De corpo, alma e coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-5481278160595255292?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5481278160595255292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-7595001229703731362</id><published>2009-08-24T13:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:07:20.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que vazio aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me algo&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém&lt;br /&gt;Mas não o que e nem quem&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde procurar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei para quem perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Esse vazio&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa desanimada, angustiada&lt;br /&gt;Já é madrugada&lt;br /&gt;E ainda estou acordada&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;br /&gt;Iria para perto do mar&lt;br /&gt;Para ouvir seu cantar&lt;br /&gt;Relaxar a mente&lt;br /&gt;Banhar meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Com sua água abençoada&lt;br /&gt;E ficar com a alma renovada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-7595001229703731362?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7595001229703731362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-vazio-aqui-dentro-falta-me-algo-ou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/7595001229703731362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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HÃ???</title><content type='html'>Racismo é coisa de gente burra&lt;br /&gt;Gente sem noção&lt;br /&gt;Sem conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Sem educação&lt;br /&gt;Quem traz dentro de si o preconceito&lt;br /&gt;Planta neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ódio e falta de respeito&lt;br /&gt;A violência nasce desse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento que esta acabando com tudo&lt;br /&gt;Destruindo famílias&lt;br /&gt;Devastando o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se você é PRETO, sofre preconceito&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo, não tenha vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Levante a sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Não esmoreça&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que querem&lt;br /&gt;Com você acabar&lt;br /&gt;São os que como você&lt;br /&gt;Querem ser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-7205260181486708067?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7205260181486708067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/saiu-ontem-no-jornal-homem-negro-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/7205260181486708067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/7205260181486708067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/saiu-ontem-no-jornal-homem-negro-foi.html' title='Homem NEGRO foi espancado suspeito de roubar o próprio carro. HÃ???'/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-8479156630038684077</id><published>2009-08-21T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:58:57.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não diga que não pode&lt;br /&gt;Não diga que não dá&lt;br /&gt;Que não consegue&lt;br /&gt;Que não tem tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pura preguiça?&lt;br /&gt;Ou falta de vontade?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos, diga a verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-4421996047606422242</id><published>2009-08-21T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:56:11.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver</title><content type='html'>Pessoas são diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Cheiros, gestos, toques&lt;br /&gt;Devemos amá-las&lt;br /&gt;E não criticá-las&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Lembre que você também tem defeito&lt;br /&gt;Ame, respeite, aproveite&lt;br /&gt;A companhia de um amor&lt;br /&gt;De um amigo de um parente&lt;br /&gt;Viva intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Não desperdice a vida&lt;br /&gt;Ela é curta e é a única&lt;br /&gt;A próxima será única também&lt;br /&gt;Mas não irá se lembrar de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Tudo será diferente&lt;br /&gt;Portanto&lt;br /&gt;Viva o presente&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça o medo a vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Diga o que sente o que pensa&lt;br /&gt;Vai conseguir sentir a presença&lt;br /&gt;De um sentimento poderoso&lt;br /&gt;Que pode deixar o seu viver&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&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/6480430305513171458-4421996047606422242?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4421996047606422242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/pessoas-sao-diferentes-cheiros-gestos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/4421996047606422242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/4421996047606422242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/pessoas-sao-diferentes-cheiros-gestos.html' title='Viver'/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-7239244098355138862</id><published>2009-08-20T10:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:34:35.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só um desabafo......</title><content type='html'>Que saudade das minhas aulas de Piano = (&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que eu ainda não tinha moto e que corria feito uma doida, subindo e descendo de vários ônibus para chegar 20h00 em ponto na aula.&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter tido um dia péssimo, chegava em frente a BEG, tudo mudava, me sentia bem, as pessoas que lá estavam me faziam bem, é um lugar que transmite muita PAZ.&lt;br /&gt;Espero poder voltar, sinto muito falta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-7239244098355138862?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-2444645294019318822</id><published>2009-08-19T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:28:06.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te odeio tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que seria capaz de matá-la&lt;br /&gt;Queria que você sumisse&lt;br /&gt;Queria que não existisse&lt;br /&gt;Como uma onda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Entrou em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E levou embora o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem ele&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei perdida, sem rumo, sem direção&lt;br /&gt;Por sua causa ele me deixou&lt;br /&gt;Por sua causa&lt;br /&gt;Meu viver se tornou tão triste&lt;br /&gt;Por sua causa&lt;br /&gt;Essa dor que aqui dentro existe&lt;br /&gt;Me mata todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-2444645294019318822?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2444645294019318822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-odeio-tanto-que-seria-capaz-de-mata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/2444645294019318822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/2444645294019318822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-odeio-tanto-que-seria-capaz-de-mata.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-1201807500225761998</id><published>2009-08-19T16:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:25:53.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olhos vazios e tristes&lt;br /&gt;Ar de cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Desanimo, descrença&lt;br /&gt;Em seu ser&lt;br /&gt;Falta pureza e gentileza&lt;br /&gt;Em seu coração falta amor&lt;br /&gt;Em seu viver falta amizade&lt;br /&gt;Homem de pouca fé&lt;br /&gt;Homem sem coragem&lt;br /&gt;Homem sem perfume&lt;br /&gt;Homem sem calor&lt;br /&gt;Não encanta&lt;br /&gt;Não apaixona&lt;br /&gt;Não decepciona&lt;br /&gt;Vive por viver&lt;br /&gt;Em um mundo escuro&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum sonho ter&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada querer&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada para dizer&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo diz&lt;br /&gt;Que este Homem é infeliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&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/6480430305513171458-1201807500225761998?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1201807500225761998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/olhos-vazios-e-tristes-ar-de-cansaco.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>Os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Revelam o nosso interior&lt;br /&gt;O que temos no peito&lt;br /&gt;O que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;O que queremos&lt;br /&gt;Diga o que quiser com a sua boca&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que fique calado&lt;br /&gt;Eles dirão sempre&lt;br /&gt;Eles não mentem&lt;br /&gt;Não enganam&lt;br /&gt;Gritam ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;O que você realmente deseja&lt;br /&gt;Quem você realmente é&lt;br /&gt;Tenha amor no coração&lt;br /&gt;E seus olhos serão brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a alma pura&lt;br /&gt;E serão radiantes&lt;br /&gt;Como o Sol&lt;br /&gt;Em uma manhã de verão&lt;br /&gt;Irradiando beleza e alegria&lt;br /&gt;Conquistando a todos&lt;br /&gt;Com simplicidade e simpatia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirada e dedicada a Eduardo Baldan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-8570539954494935569?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8570539954494935569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-olhos-transmitem-o-nosso-interior-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/8570539954494935569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/8570539954494935569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-olhos-transmitem-o-nosso-interior-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-763598852185976502</id><published>2009-08-19T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:16:37.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em um momento de muito fúria, escrevi este. Fiquei bem melhor quando terminei rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não amole&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida acha que tem o direito de opinar&lt;br /&gt;Acha que pode mandar e desmandar&lt;br /&gt;Engano seu&lt;br /&gt;Quem manda em mim, sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Se me critica tanto&lt;br /&gt;Se me aponta&lt;br /&gt;Ri pelas minhas costas&lt;br /&gt;É porque não gosta de mim de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama somente qualidade&lt;br /&gt;Vive fora da realidade&lt;br /&gt;E tem mais&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que não esta agregando?&lt;br /&gt;Vire as costas, e saia andando ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marília Santos&lt;/strong&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/6480430305513171458-763598852185976502?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-5359809737472300583</id><published>2009-08-19T13:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:31:14.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade.....</title><content type='html'>Saudade que dói&lt;br /&gt;Machuca e faz desabar&lt;br /&gt;Noites em claro a chorar&lt;br /&gt;E a madrugada fria vem para piorar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma faca&lt;br /&gt;Entra no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;E maltrata&lt;br /&gt;Ensangüentada pelas lágrimas da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo com a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;De um dia me curar dessa dor&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Essa faca que você fincou&lt;br /&gt;Quando sorrindo, me disse adeus&lt;br /&gt;E no escuro da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília Santos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6480430305513171458-5359809737472300583?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5359809737472300583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/saudade-que-doi-machuca-e-me-faz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/5359809737472300583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6480430305513171458/posts/default/5359809737472300583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/saudade-que-doi-machuca-e-me-faz.html' title='Saudade.....'/><author><name>Marília Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824965257314253932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Orpj_yM7I8/TBo1B2LLIeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IvxLNqRvfOM/S220/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6480430305513171458.post-9028794933850277919</id><published>2009-08-19T13:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:57:53.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Queria ter o poder&lt;br /&gt;De me transformar em uma Borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Colorida e bela&lt;br /&gt;Com asas bem grandes&lt;br /&gt;Para voar para longe&lt;br /&gt;Fugir da minha realidade&lt;br /&gt;Ir para onde pessoas más&lt;br /&gt;Não consigam me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu possa viver em paz&lt;br /&gt;Onde o amor seja o mais importante&lt;br /&gt;Onde não exista tristeza, ódio e dor&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu possa ver a linha do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Possa escutar o mar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o perfume das flores&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar a beleza da natureza&lt;br /&gt;Possa sentir Deus&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade&lt;br /&gt;E descobrir que dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;É onde mora a verdadeira felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Marília Santos&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/6480430305513171458-9028794933850277919?l=marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9028794933850277919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marisantosbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/minhas-criacoes.html#comment-form' title='0 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