<?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-6865468897432576552</id><updated>2012-02-08T06:12:16.176-08:00</updated><category term='um  cara sem seu amor'/><category term='poesias'/><category term='Blog Showwwwww de bola'/><category term='falando de amor'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='Escrevendo no  silêncio do meu coração'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='realidade'/><category term='decepção'/><category term='HOJE'/><category term='poema'/><category term='alegria'/><category term='falando da vida'/><category term='decepção 2'/><category term='Ondas do Garoto'/><category term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração'/><category term='loucuras de menino'/><category term='falando da  vida'/><category term='brincadeiras'/><category term='confuso  no amor'/><category term='Saudades de   você'/><category term='Escrevendo no  silêncio do meu coração...'/><category term='dores da  vida'/><category term='falando da   vida'/><category term='coração apaixonado'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='coração   apaixonado'/><category term='Saudades de você'/><category term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração...'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='falando  da  vida'/><category term='religioso'/><category term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Blog do Dieke</title><subtitle type='html'>ainda estou apredendo a escrever sobre  mim, mais até lá estarei rabiscando, colando, desenhando, cantando até que eu saiba  todos os tópicos e definições da minha vida...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7854986451349697892</id><published>2012-01-24T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T18:48:49.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver o teu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voYgYAscqFQ/Tx9s1TvYoVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8BmkFD4pu5g/s1600/V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701395316362223954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voYgYAscqFQ/Tx9s1TvYoVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8BmkFD4pu5g/s400/V.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou parar um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Se não as folhas dos meus versos&lt;br /&gt;Serão tragados pela minha preocupação&lt;br /&gt;E estresse...&lt;br /&gt;Vou ouvir tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Cantar com os pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Voar com o vento&lt;br /&gt;Brilhar como a luz do meio – dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo um dia vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar... Apressar por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Viver agoniado tentando chegar do&lt;br /&gt;Outro lado do mar com as minhas próprias forças,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo que com você eu posso ir além do que o outro lado!&lt;br /&gt;Vou parar um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Colocar você no topo da minha lista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantar&lt;br /&gt;Declamar&lt;br /&gt;Viver&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente até o ultimo dia da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7854986451349697892?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7854986451349697892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7854986451349697892' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7854986451349697892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7854986451349697892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2012/01/viver-o-teu-amor.html' title='Viver o teu amor'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voYgYAscqFQ/Tx9s1TvYoVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8BmkFD4pu5g/s72-c/V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-49516341225138303</id><published>2012-01-21T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T19:26:28.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LINDO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lgVL5KH8l0/TxuBclvObPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/C0OaVqESGNQ/s1600/385954_128404553940094_100003116502472_138350_2087943008_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700292081534004466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lgVL5KH8l0/TxuBclvObPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/C0OaVqESGNQ/s400/385954_128404553940094_100003116502472_138350_2087943008_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eu aqui pensado amargo!&lt;br /&gt;Em viver sem as Inumeráveis flores&lt;br /&gt;Invalidar teus sonhos e projetos&lt;br /&gt;A linda história que tens para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Doido seria eu&lt;br /&gt;Em deixar o figurino disperso&lt;br /&gt;O palco vazio&lt;br /&gt;A canção sem a dança do seu bailarino&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida sem teus versos de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não enxergaria o lindo azul do céu&lt;br /&gt;O brilho das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;O luar... Nada! Porque toda a beleza do&lt;br /&gt;Universo estar centralizado no teu lindo Amor.&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/6865468897432576552-49516341225138303?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/49516341225138303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=49516341225138303' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/49516341225138303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/49516341225138303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2012/01/lindo-amor.html' title='LINDO AMOR'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lgVL5KH8l0/TxuBclvObPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/C0OaVqESGNQ/s72-c/385954_128404553940094_100003116502472_138350_2087943008_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5759688820748471052</id><published>2011-07-17T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:59:59.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho do Criador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6fXVf7J-bI/TiNbGKmAr6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Eho6GtT_YXM/s1600/OgAAACF_m2tNjnxDQUyNn6mnXV7FXmLJ8DvZ0hqKnxmYZLMAriSjHtUHqQkeG5aqDF-stg9NhCejRQ8PgSbzaS4eQ4YAm1T1UPvYKfah9qut5T99c4NnanTeG2yL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630444120624377762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6fXVf7J-bI/TiNbGKmAr6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Eho6GtT_YXM/s400/OgAAACF_m2tNjnxDQUyNn6mnXV7FXmLJ8DvZ0hqKnxmYZLMAriSjHtUHqQkeG5aqDF-stg9NhCejRQ8PgSbzaS4eQ4YAm1T1UPvYKfah9qut5T99c4NnanTeG2yL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto - me como se tivesse sangrando&lt;br /&gt;Miríades de versos marcados&lt;br /&gt;Por erros laivos bobagens...&lt;br /&gt;Como se o poeta tivesse morrido&lt;br /&gt;E levado consigo o mimo da vida&lt;br /&gt;No espelho vejo um lambão&lt;br /&gt;Uma orfandade sem palavras e lambujas&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas um nó na garganta&lt;br /&gt;Um grito guardado lancinando a sensação de languidez&lt;br /&gt;Preciso correr e correr em desespero&lt;br /&gt;Agarrar a esperança o amor fora do sistema&lt;br /&gt;Viver na expectativa que um dia tudo pode mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Transformar prender latejar e recambiar ao centro da história da humanidade escrito pelo dono e o cara do Amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5759688820748471052?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5759688820748471052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5759688820748471052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5759688820748471052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5759688820748471052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2011/07/sonho-do-criador.html' title='Sonho do Criador'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6fXVf7J-bI/TiNbGKmAr6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Eho6GtT_YXM/s72-c/OgAAACF_m2tNjnxDQUyNn6mnXV7FXmLJ8DvZ0hqKnxmYZLMAriSjHtUHqQkeG5aqDF-stg9NhCejRQ8PgSbzaS4eQ4YAm1T1UPvYKfah9qut5T99c4NnanTeG2yL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1434038030452894176</id><published>2011-07-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:45:56.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando  da  vida'/><title type='text'>O homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etoBh7Zczuw/ThPZB1xinXI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yA9bT-L2qhc/s1600/untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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 &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pois o homem apagou o fogo chamado AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1434038030452894176?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1434038030452894176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1434038030452894176' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1434038030452894176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1434038030452894176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2011/07/o-homem.html' title='O homem'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etoBh7Zczuw/ThPZB1xinXI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yA9bT-L2qhc/s72-c/untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-547901708663193391</id><published>2011-05-08T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:54:23.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ondas do Garoto'/><title type='text'>Viver pra Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iSWiA6qIPs/TccQopN_vsI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LB6Vxm52IDM/s1600/OgAAAItds59-gtkq4tP62gLBCv1mP03LzxvWFP7muA91gb0344Wv_cd4KOeWysWbGAdSa4rnirFmBYCxwJpFV_vJ3_oAm1T1UAEI-wm3RF2phE2p-_UbPuyCilYS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Estou aqui de novo galera... Andei um pouco sumido porque tinha pensado em desistir dessa parada de Blog, mais pensei e pensei e voltei e estou aqui de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Esse dia esteve pensando em como desperdiçamos a nossa vida, pensando, agindo de forma oposta a realidade que Cristo nos direcionou a viver na sua palavra.&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa tão rapidim rsrsr, sabe? Hj to vivo amanhã putz! Morri e o que fiz? Brinquei, pulei, dancei, fui até a igreja. Enfim... Mais isso é o mais interessante pra se viver nos dias de hj? Lembro-me da vida de Paulo viveu todos os dia sem medo da morte em Constancia o estilo, segundos e segundos proclamando o amor louco de Jesus com ou sem palavras ele sim, viveu a vida que Cristo deseja que vivamos nos dias de hoje. SEJAMOS PRA ELE, VIVAMOS PRA ELE esse é o segredo pra se viver, ou melhor, se doar, levantar os muros quebrados, servir de guarda – chuva no meio de uma tempestade, um escudo em uma batalha, um ombro na dor, Olha um lembrete &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO SOMOS O MAIS IMPORTANTE NESSA VIDA PRA ARRANCAMOS ELOGIOS, ELE SIM É O MAIS IMPORTANTE&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; então manu acorda! Olha o que Paulo falou em ICoríntios 3:13-15 “Se o que alguém construiu permanecer, esse receberá re¬compensa. Se o que alguém construiu se queimar, esse sofrerá prejuízo; contudo, será salvo como alguém que escapa através do fogo”...&lt;br /&gt;Deus quer ver trabalho em suas mãos e não elogios dos outros, conheço suas obras vc tem até fama de estar vivo, mais estar morto” (Ap 3:1)&lt;br /&gt;Essa palavra foi direcionada a Igreja de Sardes e hj é direcionado a vc! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O importante é a realidade do que somos diante de Deus. Sakou! Rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver pra Ti&lt;br /&gt;Ser tua cor&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Marcar as esquinas&lt;br /&gt;Com tua misericórdia e paixão&lt;br /&gt;Ser um guarda – chuva&lt;br /&gt;Na tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Doar amar chorar&lt;br /&gt;Proclamar na dor&lt;br /&gt;Teus versos&lt;br /&gt;Vestir tuas roupas&lt;br /&gt;Na seca e correr&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo e pensar&lt;br /&gt;Em Ti.&lt;br /&gt;Elogios, fama, brilho&lt;br /&gt;Roupas finas nada disso&lt;br /&gt;Importa pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Pois o mais importante&lt;br /&gt;É fazer queimar teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Na vida do outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-547901708663193391?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/547901708663193391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=547901708663193391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/547901708663193391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/547901708663193391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2011/05/viver-pra-ti.html' title='Viver pra Ti'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iSWiA6qIPs/TccQopN_vsI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LB6Vxm52IDM/s72-c/OgAAAItds59-gtkq4tP62gLBCv1mP03LzxvWFP7muA91gb0344Wv_cd4KOeWysWbGAdSa4rnirFmBYCxwJpFV_vJ3_oAm1T1UAEI-wm3RF2phE2p-_UbPuyCilYS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1676255353063569311</id><published>2011-04-08T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:08:33.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ondas do Garoto'/><title type='text'>É só Confiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCfeLRTw5kY/TZ_NfXqvJpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/b5kBawaybKs/s1600/tumblr_ldbnvfI1hI1qf4gpbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593415201030350482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCfeLRTw5kY/TZ_NfXqvJpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/b5kBawaybKs/s400/tumblr_ldbnvfI1hI1qf4gpbo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Opa!! Olha eu aqui de novo!! O garoto dieke rsrsrs!! Bem vindo galera ao meu blog entre sente e fique a vontade... rsrsrsr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Esses dias tenho vivido tantas experiencias, situações que se eu fosse buscar apoio, sustentação, resposta em meus conceitos, valores, entedimento, meu eu tinha quebrado a cara.... Salomão em seus belissimos provebios diz: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confie no Senhor de todo o teu coração e não se apoie em seu proprio entendimento ( proverbios 3,5). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Costruimos um muro, cheio de versos, com as cores da nossa interligencia artificial, andamos na bicicleta chamada auto confiança caimos sofremos e não sabemos porque. Simplismente falta entrega total naquele que pode fazer tudo por nós. Pow talvez a gente esquece que Jesus tomou a atitude mais louca que um ser pode tomar por alguém Morrer!! Ele não pode tudo por Nós? Maninho, maninha é só confiar no Papai e se apoiar em sua palavra, assim a vida se tornará show de bola..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1676255353063569311?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1676255353063569311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1676255353063569311' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1676255353063569311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1676255353063569311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2011/04/e-so-confiar.html' title='É só Confiar...'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCfeLRTw5kY/TZ_NfXqvJpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/b5kBawaybKs/s72-c/tumblr_ldbnvfI1hI1qf4gpbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-935253077760707759</id><published>2010-11-12T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:25:53.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando da vida'/><title type='text'>E falando da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TN4S05-PUrI/AAAAAAAAAic/QB2qT4a8SYU/s1600/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538885291836658354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TN4S05-PUrI/AAAAAAAAAic/QB2qT4a8SYU/s400/vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouço tantas pessoas reclamado da vida? A vida é uma merda, droga e assim e assim e assim... Mais porque fala isso da vida! A pobre não tem culpa de nada!&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro ela não nos induz a errar ou a derrubar a ponte que nos levará a felicidade. Sabe qual é o negócio? Nós tornamos a pintura, a dança, teatro que é a vida em uma trouxa de roupa velha, uma mesmice de histórias repetidas e sem graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos deixar de colocar a culpa da desgraça infeliz das nossas merdas na vida e reconhecer que a mal costura do nosso tecido estar na falta de aperfeiçoamento pra viver uma vida feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Só assim vamos deixar de falar coisa com coisa e vamos aprender a mimar a vida pra rimar com o tempo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-935253077760707759?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/935253077760707759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=935253077760707759' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/935253077760707759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/935253077760707759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2010/11/e-falando-da-vida.html' title='E falando da vida...'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TN4S05-PUrI/AAAAAAAAAic/QB2qT4a8SYU/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5672437281718020816</id><published>2010-10-28T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:57:29.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loucuras de menino'/><title type='text'>Simples alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TMonp1wIInI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6-JNrui0n4w/s1600/babies-bolo-cara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533278691935134322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TMonp1wIInI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6-JNrui0n4w/s400/babies-bolo-cara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quero doce,&lt;br /&gt;É... Quero correr&lt;br /&gt;Pular a cercar comer manga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Olhar para o céu e cantar ciranda cirandar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentar no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Rimar com a farinha&lt;br /&gt;Os versos do arroz&lt;br /&gt;Misturado ao som do feijão.&lt;br /&gt;E dançar sobre os carroço de arroz&lt;br /&gt;Depois parar, banhar e dormir no colo da mamãe... &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/6865468897432576552-5672437281718020816?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5672437281718020816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5672437281718020816' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5672437281718020816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5672437281718020816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2010/10/simples-alegria.html' title='Simples alegria'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TMonp1wIInI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6-JNrui0n4w/s72-c/babies-bolo-cara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8114187692419604579</id><published>2010-10-24T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:39:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TMUGqrPwXdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Q_wDRwYggwQ/s1600/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531835047527603666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TMUGqrPwXdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Q_wDRwYggwQ/s400/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje quero tudo diferente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;não quero samba quero rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;não quero andar quero correr &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silêncio? Só amanhã...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero gritar, subir o alto e pular &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;em velocidade máxima cair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos braços poéticos do amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não será mais um dia qualquer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;será algo novo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma novidade no espaço sideral da vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nesse dia de sol quero inspiração &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra inspirar uma nova fragrância&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;que vem de ti meu docel mel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8114187692419604579?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8114187692419604579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8114187692419604579' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8114187692419604579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8114187692419604579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2010/10/diferente.html' title='Diferente'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TMUGqrPwXdI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Q_wDRwYggwQ/s72-c/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5667599109392856965</id><published>2010-06-03T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:23:35.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religioso'/><title type='text'>Estou em Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TAh-3A3CYSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vepM90lrRzI/s1600/20071206001456263.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478768430284955938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TAh-3A3CYSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vepM90lrRzI/s400/20071206001456263.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão límpido, limiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O teu olhar, teu sorrir para mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mensurar do toque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das tuas mãos ao pintar Os meus sonhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que mesmo em languidez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lancinado, cuida de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abre a porta no frio da madrugada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ouves o sussurro que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como dança move o teu coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estatelo os teus versos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escritos na mais bela criação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E simplicidade desvelada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junto ao mais nobre sentimento o amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e com isso descubro que&lt;br /&gt;O meu valor estar em TI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5667599109392856965?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5667599109392856965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5667599109392856965' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5667599109392856965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5667599109392856965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2010/06/em-ti-me-encontro.html' title='Estou em Ti'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/TAh-3A3CYSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vepM90lrRzI/s72-c/20071206001456263.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5506258899950051208</id><published>2010-05-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:00:27.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Do outro lado da porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S9xP3pR2_EI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UaPJlKvBCvs/s1600/y1pxmUTSlBEw3LNv50rvI1bvorsKh10ZRgTQvp6IedwS6LuB8qb-OvVSayM5ET1b-K3NjjTtS0DnPc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466331865113099330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S9xP3pR2_EI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UaPJlKvBCvs/s400/y1pxmUTSlBEw3LNv50rvI1bvorsKh10ZRgTQvp6IedwS6LuB8qb-OvVSayM5ET1b-K3NjjTtS0DnPc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do outro lado daquela porta estar o velho horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Os versos que preciso haurir flexibilizar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois fazem parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso quero abrir a porta,&lt;br /&gt;Externar o vento que corre sobre as paredes&lt;br /&gt;Agarrar com força o quadro que sobre a mesa estar&lt;br /&gt;Desvencilhar junto ao som gravado nos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Toda a lembrança, atos vividos um dia pra que eu possa sair, Fecha a porta e ver que o sol nunca deixou de brilhar.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5506258899950051208?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5506258899950051208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5506258899950051208' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5506258899950051208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5506258899950051208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2010/05/do-outro-lado-da-porta.html' title='Do outro lado da porta'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S9xP3pR2_EI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/UaPJlKvBCvs/s72-c/y1pxmUTSlBEw3LNv50rvI1bvorsKh10ZRgTQvp6IedwS6LuB8qb-OvVSayM5ET1b-K3NjjTtS0DnPc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-170652060671642447</id><published>2010-04-09T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:26:26.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Pequena Inocência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S7_hTZ-GWmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fMQ485hivsE/s1600/crian%C3%A7a+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458328996901444194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S7_hTZ-GWmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fMQ485hivsE/s400/crian%C3%A7a+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraços curtos&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos intensos&lt;br /&gt;Olhares melosos&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida,&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro&lt;br /&gt;Um momento um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portões fechados&lt;br /&gt;Crianças marcadas&lt;br /&gt;Histórias lancinadas&lt;br /&gt;Desenhos malogrados&lt;br /&gt;Assim são os muros do lado&lt;br /&gt;As calçadas da esquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Precisa ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;São apenas crianças&lt;br /&gt;Que têm asas e sabem voar&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde só elas podem nos levar,&lt;br /&gt;Ao límpido da inocência humana. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-170652060671642447?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/170652060671642447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=170652060671642447' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/170652060671642447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/170652060671642447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2010/04/pequena-inocencia.html' title='Pequena Inocência'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S7_hTZ-GWmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fMQ485hivsE/s72-c/crian%C3%A7a+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3901472947251871541</id><published>2010-02-20T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T06:46:50.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>Sonhos Meus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S4Ck9JK2cGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8f64AFY4ms8/s1600-h/para+o+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440529720203964514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S4Ck9JK2cGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8f64AFY4ms8/s400/para+o+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Superar&lt;br /&gt;Entender&lt;br /&gt;Crer que te perdir&lt;br /&gt;Doí nos mais profundos versos do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Carregar uma dor numa ponte que balança pra lá e pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Sentido que as cordas podem dessamarar&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer momento e que posso cair&lt;br /&gt;É perder todas as chances de te ver de novo&lt;br /&gt;suicidar os meus poemas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Desenhar a mais bela flor&lt;br /&gt;E deixar – la ser levada pelo mar&lt;br /&gt;É arrancar de mim as cores do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E sentir – me no ermo.&lt;br /&gt;deixar os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;correr e esconder - me?&lt;br /&gt;Não!! Isso não...&lt;br /&gt;Vou correr e correr&lt;br /&gt;Chegar no nosso jardim&lt;br /&gt;Pegar uma espátula&lt;br /&gt;abrir o livro do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;ler os teus caminhos e canções&lt;br /&gt;e depois dormir com a esperança&lt;br /&gt;de tê - la mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;e sonhar com voce...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3901472947251871541?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3901472947251871541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3901472947251871541' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3901472947251871541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3901472947251871541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2010/02/sonhos-meus.html' title='Sonhos Meus'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/S4Ck9JK2cGI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8f64AFY4ms8/s72-c/para+o+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6184418267664345238</id><published>2009-11-08T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:52:54.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração...'/><title type='text'>Eu você ou nós?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Svbj8YwZJWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GT4OcvN6zas/s1600-h/c7f27a05432db208e57e2314f9ede58039befb56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401755429654570338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Svbj8YwZJWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GT4OcvN6zas/s400/c7f27a05432db208e57e2314f9ede58039befb56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mãos ocupadas&lt;br /&gt;Pés que correm sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento que pensa e pensa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Uma lagrima&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor&lt;br /&gt;Para mim de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E você?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;eu em você?&lt;br /&gt;Estou preso na força&lt;br /&gt;Cativo do amor do eu&lt;br /&gt;E você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não é nada pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou nada pra você?&lt;br /&gt;Até onde vou sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Até onde você vai sem mim?&lt;br /&gt;Não precisamos nos escutar&lt;br /&gt;Gritarmos, gemermos pela alma um do outro?&lt;br /&gt;Quem precisa viver o desafio de amar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu, você ou nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6184418267664345238?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6184418267664345238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6184418267664345238' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6184418267664345238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6184418267664345238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/11/eu-voce-ou-nos.html' title='Eu você ou nós?'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Svbj8YwZJWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GT4OcvN6zas/s72-c/c7f27a05432db208e57e2314f9ede58039befb56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2836725798339801744</id><published>2009-10-10T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:07:54.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando da vida'/><title type='text'>A  vida é o que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/StE8NAl_MBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/X5_Xm8SZds8/s1600-h/sumario+do+trabalho+da+faculdade.doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391156423134490642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/StE8NAl_MBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/X5_Xm8SZds8/s400/sumario+do+trabalho+da+faculdade.doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perceber e não entender&lt;br /&gt;Olhar e não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Querer ser e não ser&lt;br /&gt;Sentir e não tocar&lt;br /&gt;Mensurar e não ter...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é o que?&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu quero e&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho, quando tenho e não quero&lt;br /&gt;É uma vida a vida que vivo&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma mesmice?&lt;br /&gt;Sentir - se um corvo a voar&lt;br /&gt;Um nada a nadar&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos assim&lt;br /&gt;Que não sei, não sei, não sei&lt;br /&gt;Que ter o ter não é tudo pra ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Droga! Me perdi nessa poema&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta dar um fim questionando&lt;br /&gt;A vida é o que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2836725798339801744?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2836725798339801744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2836725798339801744' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2836725798339801744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2836725798339801744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/10/vida-e-o-que.html' title='A  vida é o que?'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/StE8NAl_MBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/X5_Xm8SZds8/s72-c/sumario+do+trabalho+da+faculdade.doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6780148117842551946</id><published>2009-09-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:20:53.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>O Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SsF7Ra9P9bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tvR55L_ma08/s1600-h/o+tempo+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386722168536036786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SsF7Ra9P9bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tvR55L_ma08/s400/o+tempo+rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Queria fazer assim&lt;br /&gt;Queria que fosse assim&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar ali&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar ai pertinho de você&lt;br /&gt;Mais o tempo não deixa&lt;br /&gt;Ou já não sei o que é o tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é brutal?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo ou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se perdi o controle dos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Ou se o tempo roubou de mim a chave&lt;br /&gt;Da casa colorida dos meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;[...] que ingênuo tolo sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia carregar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar até você pra juntos corremos pela&lt;br /&gt;Casa colorida, mais é o tempo que me carrega&lt;br /&gt;Levando-me pra longe de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6780148117842551946?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6780148117842551946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6780148117842551946' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6780148117842551946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6780148117842551946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/09/o-tempo.html' title='O Tempo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SsF7Ra9P9bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tvR55L_ma08/s72-c/o+tempo+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-4620112409783779451</id><published>2009-09-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:29:32.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Meu Tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SrG5V_3B_CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fIKTozjTmiE/s1600-h/para+o+meu++blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382286817255095330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SrG5V_3B_CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fIKTozjTmiE/s400/para+o+meu++blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esvaziou se os meus pensamentos dos seus&lt;br /&gt;Perdi teu tempo, teu sangue em minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;Teu gosto em meu gosto teus desejos em meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Perdi tudo... perdi você.&lt;br /&gt;A Expressão do teu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;A fragilidade das tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;O entrelaçar dos teus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Os desabafos dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Os devaneios poéticos dos teus gestos de amor.&lt;br /&gt;[...]Tudo se foi&lt;br /&gt;E agora como será o meu anoitecer, meu dormir e o meu acordar sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Você... Você é...&lt;br /&gt;Não o meu tudo mais é um pouquinho do meu tudo&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto eu não ter todo o meu tudo de volta, perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Jamais serei feliz, jamais viverei um verdadeiro amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-4620112409783779451?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/4620112409783779451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=4620112409783779451' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4620112409783779451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4620112409783779451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/09/meu-tudo.html' title='Meu Tudo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SrG5V_3B_CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fIKTozjTmiE/s72-c/para+o+meu++blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1522790389993926070</id><published>2009-08-24T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:19:24.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Pequenas coisas do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SpMIyQLK1bI/AAAAAAAAAco/mCxQeX19jUw/s1600-h/te+amo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373648439811429810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SpMIyQLK1bI/AAAAAAAAAco/mCxQeX19jUw/s400/te+amo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pode ser um beijim&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser um abraçim&lt;br /&gt;Um presentim&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser apenas você&lt;br /&gt;Pertinho de mim&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Me deliciarei&lt;br /&gt;E calarei apenas&lt;br /&gt;Pra sentir e viver&lt;br /&gt;O momentim&lt;br /&gt;Juntim a você.&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas coisas, detalhes, versos e gestos&lt;br /&gt;Alarida o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Que tal um sorvetim de chocolatim?&lt;br /&gt;Que tal você me dar a sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Posso levar você ao encontro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Quero te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Quero te amar&lt;br /&gt;Minha pequenina&lt;br /&gt;Meu coraçãozinho&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não vou ler um grande poema a ti&lt;br /&gt;Vou resumir tudo em três palavrinhas tão pequenininhas&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1522790389993926070?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1522790389993926070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1522790389993926070' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1522790389993926070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1522790389993926070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/08/pequenas-coisas-do-amor.html' title='Pequenas coisas do amor'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SpMIyQLK1bI/AAAAAAAAAco/mCxQeX19jUw/s72-c/te+amo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-866752841929460588</id><published>2009-08-24T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:17:16.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Showwwwww de bola'/><title type='text'>Esse  blog é show de bola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SpMDOFuRJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/sSyCbpSVfwQ/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373642320972425202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SpMDOFuRJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/sSyCbpSVfwQ/s400/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;QUEM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tá afim de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAILAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;com &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;palavras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;de todos os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RITMOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Você ta &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;BLOGUEIRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;PLANTÃO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então entra ai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrenaminhadanca.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://entrenaminhadanca.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nesse espaço de dança da minha amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LUNA CORTEZ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; deixe as palavras te levarem há uma &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;nova dança Que irá mexer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;com o teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-866752841929460588?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/866752841929460588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=866752841929460588' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/866752841929460588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/866752841929460588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/08/esse-blog-e-show-de-bola_24.html' title='Esse  blog é show de bola'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SpMDOFuRJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/sSyCbpSVfwQ/s72-c/black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7150919656182647200</id><published>2009-08-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:35:45.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>Bailarina dos meus versos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SoLgckmkLNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Z_CKRUc5Gmc/s1600-h/bailarina_dp-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369100487245442258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SoLgckmkLNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Z_CKRUc5Gmc/s400/bailarina_dp-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Um momento...&lt;br /&gt;Tantas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Tantos versos&lt;br /&gt;Tantos e tantos&lt;br /&gt;E eu com o nada&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Sem você...&lt;br /&gt;Olho para as cadeiras e as vejo vazias&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o palco e vejo apenas um cara perdido&lt;br /&gt;Sem noção, sem graça&lt;br /&gt;Um poeta que perdeu a conexão do amor e a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Como balarei o meu poema&lt;br /&gt;Adormecendo pra sonhar com você?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não vou ouvir mais a canção&lt;br /&gt;É [...] vou sair do palco&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer os passos&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais dançar com você&lt;br /&gt;Posso até fingir e não ser&lt;br /&gt;Mais não posso me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Posso calar e não falar&lt;br /&gt;Mais não posso fragmentar o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, atende ao telefone ouça o que eu tenho a dizer&lt;br /&gt;Ou então abre a porta ou a janela&lt;br /&gt;Mais não me deixa sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina, me ajuda&lt;br /&gt;Não posso bailar os meus versos sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você bailarina dos meus versos&lt;br /&gt;Pra realmente eu dançar a verdadeira dança do nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7150919656182647200?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7150919656182647200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7150919656182647200' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7150919656182647200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7150919656182647200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/08/bailarina-dos-meus-versos.html' title='Bailarina dos meus versos'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SoLgckmkLNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Z_CKRUc5Gmc/s72-c/bailarina_dp-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-4734906523521563519</id><published>2009-08-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:37:43.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Showwwwww de bola'/><title type='text'>Esse  blog é show de  bola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SoLhq7CdPGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ve-fJ0mH25M/s1600-h/fotodoblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369101833297804386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SoLhq7CdPGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ve-fJ0mH25M/s400/fotodoblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ESSE BLOG É SHOW DE BOLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra voce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;blogueiro de plantão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Querendo fazer uma viajem entre as&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;palavras, contos e emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então olha a dica desse poeta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://euthiagoassis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://euthiagoassis.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é só um&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;clik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra você se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;emocionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-4734906523521563519?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/4734906523521563519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=4734906523521563519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4734906523521563519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4734906523521563519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/08/esse-blog-e-show-de-bola.html' title='Esse  blog é show de  bola'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SoLhq7CdPGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ve-fJ0mH25M/s72-c/fotodoblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3002154093144209213</id><published>2009-08-07T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:18:13.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Você ainda é  meu Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SnzQj7qUpEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IRG1Sm2D8pQ/s1600-h/sonhar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367394171647992898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SnzQj7qUpEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IRG1Sm2D8pQ/s400/sonhar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Li o manual do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pra aprender a melodiar as&lt;br /&gt;Delirantes notas do instrumento&lt;br /&gt;Sem corda do teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Pintei,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele muro de vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Pra chamar sua atenção&lt;br /&gt;Até aprendi a tocar violão&lt;br /&gt;Pra cantar a tua canção.&lt;br /&gt;Comprei um pequeno caderno&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar escrever pequenos versos&lt;br /&gt;E soltar – los no canteiro da tua paixão&lt;br /&gt;Pra depois colher teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Pinotear encima do muro vermelho,&lt;br /&gt;Cantar... Tocar com as mais&lt;br /&gt;Belas notas,  sentar no muro, olhar o luar&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos agarrar a esperança&lt;br /&gt;E voltar a sonhar com você.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3002154093144209213?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3002154093144209213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3002154093144209213' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3002154093144209213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3002154093144209213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/08/voce-ainda-e-meu-sonho.html' title='Você ainda é  meu Sonho'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SnzQj7qUpEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/IRG1Sm2D8pQ/s72-c/sonhar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5720469475943320132</id><published>2009-07-30T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:45:22.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>versos sem  cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SnHJo9wizLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YNbVU1nrxls/s1600-h/adolescente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364290336785091762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SnHJo9wizLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YNbVU1nrxls/s400/adolescente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;São passos&lt;br /&gt;São voltas&lt;br /&gt;É meu presente&lt;br /&gt;É você&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;É uma mistura&lt;br /&gt;De palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo entender essa mistura&lt;br /&gt;Essa besteira de pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você pensar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Meus versos estão envelhecedo, perdendo a voz, o brilho o encanto...&lt;br /&gt;Estou doente com uma dor em seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Onde só você minha inspiração pode curar e trazer de volta&lt;br /&gt;As cores dos meus versos de amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5720469475943320132?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5720469475943320132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5720469475943320132' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5720469475943320132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5720469475943320132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/07/versos-entre-vida-e-morte.html' title='versos sem  cores'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SnHJo9wizLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YNbVU1nrxls/s72-c/adolescente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1554458347210968127</id><published>2009-07-23T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:52:35.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Menino Apaixonado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SmjbJm7nwaI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6CR8z0KMt2Q/s1600-h/sol%20se%20pondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361776314500497826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SmjbJm7nwaI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6CR8z0KMt2Q/s400/sol%2520se%2520pondo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que coisa engraçada menina&lt;br /&gt;Não estou me reconhecendo,&lt;br /&gt;Agora que estou apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Vivo escrevendo poemas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Vivo cantando e repetido a mesma canção&lt;br /&gt;Que só falar uma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;“Penso em você a noite toda"...&lt;br /&gt;Estou parecendo um doido&lt;br /&gt;Até cálculos estou fazendo&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver como chegar ao teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Estar assim é normal?&lt;br /&gt;E ainda&lt;br /&gt;Me pego rindo sozinho e até chorando sem motivo&lt;br /&gt;Ohoho! Que sensível você não acha?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se amar é ser sensível&lt;br /&gt;É voltar a ser adolescente&lt;br /&gt;Ou algo assim ou parecido&lt;br /&gt;Então eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Então eu amo...&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me restar agarrar&lt;br /&gt;os teus labios com todas as&lt;br /&gt;Minhas forças e expressar a você&lt;br /&gt;O meu poema com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Suave como as águas que correm da&lt;br /&gt;Cachoeira dos meus versos de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1554458347210968127?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1554458347210968127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1554458347210968127' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1554458347210968127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1554458347210968127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/07/menino-apaixonado.html' title='Menino Apaixonado'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SmjbJm7nwaI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6CR8z0KMt2Q/s72-c/sol%2520se%2520pondo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6720974620984208929</id><published>2009-07-12T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:30:45.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração...'/><title type='text'>Elo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Slqpifs7luI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Hlylo7B4KsY/s1600-h/andando_pela_noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357781116801226466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Slqpifs7luI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Hlylo7B4KsY/s400/andando_pela_noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava tão frio, o céu tão estrelado, noite tão calada. Bastou apenas eu olhar para o lado&lt;br /&gt;E pensar em você. Sabe o que era engraçado, eu não estava sozinho, tinha alguém do meu lado, mais era como se eu estivesse sozinho, porque naquele momento eu queria era estar do teu lado. Porque o silêncio naquele momento se eu não estava sozinho? Como se a noite tivesse ensandecido, como se os pirilampos tivesse se apagados, Não sei. Eu não tinha palavras, alegria, tinha apenas uma coisa, uma sensação de estar perdido no caminho que você me ajudou a criar. Sabe onde me sinto agora em um inóspito pedaço de terreno baldio. Mais sabe eu aprendi algo, Que as melhores pessoas da nossa vida nos ajudam a criar caminhos, casas, jardins, mais um dia estaremos sozinho e se não tivemos a ousadia de cuidar, zelar por aquilo que foi criado por um elo de toda a criação pode ser destruído pelo insuprível hiato da saudade.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6720974620984208929?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6720974620984208929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6720974620984208929' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6720974620984208929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6720974620984208929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/07/elo.html' title='Elo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Slqpifs7luI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Hlylo7B4KsY/s72-c/andando_pela_noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8298004173381795489</id><published>2009-07-08T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:23:52.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>Meus Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SlTkFiZ68EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LWD2pDWQ9ow/s1600-h/201172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356156640636366914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SlTkFiZ68EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LWD2pDWQ9ow/s400/201172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus pensamentos, minha vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;são valores, tesouros que carregarei por toda a minha vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;São palavras escritas em pergaminhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;São emoções cantadas pelos meus sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;São dores transportadas ao meu silêncio... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus pensamentos não estão a mercê do impalpável são livres, eles podem voar, ir além&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...] Sobre a imensidão, medo lá estão eles expondo aquilo que deve ser escrito pelo meu coração.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8298004173381795489?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8298004173381795489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8298004173381795489' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8298004173381795489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8298004173381795489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/07/meus-pensamentos.html' title='Meus Pensamentos'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SlTkFiZ68EI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LWD2pDWQ9ow/s72-c/201172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5047202555928313359</id><published>2009-07-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:11:30.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>Quem sou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkvN4OETt2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/F7P7yha7ams/s1600-h/ja+nÃ£o+sei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353598947792500578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkvN4OETt2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/F7P7yha7ams/s400/ja+n%C3%A3o+sei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não sei quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo estar confuso&lt;br /&gt;Tudo estar calado,&lt;br /&gt;O que ser?&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Onde me encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdido entre os versos&lt;br /&gt;Entre os amores, paixões e dores...&lt;br /&gt;Ah vida! Ah amor!&lt;br /&gt;Que entendo e não entendo&lt;br /&gt;Desato e não desato&lt;br /&gt;Mastigo e não mastigo...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Vida de caminhos longos e curtos&lt;br /&gt;De flores e espinhos&lt;br /&gt;De fios tão delicados&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Como ousarei saber o que é a vida&lt;br /&gt;Se já não sei quem sou...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me encontrar só assim saberei&lt;br /&gt;O que é a vida e quem eu sou. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5047202555928313359?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5047202555928313359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5047202555928313359' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5047202555928313359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5047202555928313359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/07/quem-sou.html' title='Quem sou?'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkvN4OETt2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/F7P7yha7ams/s72-c/ja+n%C3%A3o+sei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3102471616574663974</id><published>2009-06-27T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:29:49.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Quem é  esse  homem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkbU_UAA9DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SLEQ4ZEwgq4/s1600-h/preso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199391342031922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkbU_UAA9DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SLEQ4ZEwgq4/s400/preso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tudo parou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo calou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em preto e branco ficou...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas eu&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei olhando&lt;br /&gt;Sentido, pensado e refletindo.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei cada semblante&lt;br /&gt;Cada olhar desgastado&lt;br /&gt;Pelos erosivos conceitos&lt;br /&gt;E valores medíocres&lt;br /&gt;Onde o pobre homem impõe a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Quem é esse homem&lt;br /&gt;Empoleirado, preso&lt;br /&gt;Trancafiado.&lt;br /&gt;Onde estar o homem?&lt;br /&gt;Que não canta mais&lt;br /&gt;Não dança mais&lt;br /&gt;Não rima mais&lt;br /&gt;Não escreve mais...&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para o homem&lt;br /&gt;E perguntei – me&lt;br /&gt;O que o homem se tornou&lt;br /&gt;Uma cópia de uma máquina&lt;br /&gt;Um robô?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é esse homem?&lt;br /&gt;Que com apenas um gole&lt;br /&gt;De ignorância destrói todas&lt;br /&gt;As cores que colorem a mais bela&lt;br /&gt;Criação do Criador. ELE&lt;br /&gt;Quem é esse homem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3102471616574663974?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3102471616574663974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3102471616574663974' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3102471616574663974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3102471616574663974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/06/quem-e-esse-homem.html' title='Quem é  esse  homem?'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkbU_UAA9DI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SLEQ4ZEwgq4/s72-c/preso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2710258128899084076</id><published>2009-06-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:58:22.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Antes que a luz se apague</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkGKiZExyFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0oN243fam64/s1600-h/antes+que+a+luz++se+apague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350710155743971410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkGKiZExyFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0oN243fam64/s400/antes+que+a+luz++se+apague.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A luz estar quase se apagando&lt;br /&gt;A carta quase se rasgando&lt;br /&gt;As emoções estão morrendo aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;A sonata já não soa, não tem mais movimento.&lt;br /&gt;O pouco que sei já não sei&lt;br /&gt;O pouco que quero já não quero&lt;br /&gt;O refrão que cantei já não canto&lt;br /&gt;O que importa?&lt;br /&gt;Viver hoje&lt;br /&gt;Morrer amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;Se passo a passo já não sinto&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo e percebo...&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei a diferença de ser livre e ser preso. &lt;br /&gt;O que vejo?&lt;br /&gt;Misérias em meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Verdades enforcadas á cupidez?&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer&lt;br /&gt;O que ser?&lt;br /&gt;Uma maquina&lt;br /&gt;Um ditador...&lt;br /&gt;Nesse silêncio esquisito&lt;br /&gt;Antes do cessar do finito&lt;br /&gt;Preciso desenhar novos traços&lt;br /&gt;Antes que a luz se apague...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2710258128899084076?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2710258128899084076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2710258128899084076' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2710258128899084076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2710258128899084076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/06/antes-que-luz-se-apague.html' title='Antes que a luz se apague'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SkGKiZExyFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0oN243fam64/s72-c/antes+que+a+luz++se+apague.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5282398129197209982</id><published>2009-06-19T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:50:11.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarto Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SjxLnf1c3NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wc9WI1KozBQ/s1600-h/adormecer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349233599341976786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SjxLnf1c3NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wc9WI1KozBQ/s400/adormecer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quarto vazio frio&lt;br /&gt;Sem cor&lt;br /&gt;Estante empoeirada&lt;br /&gt;Folha amassada&lt;br /&gt;Caneta sem tinta&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Tento desenhar seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Mais onde paro?&lt;br /&gt;Em lábios secos e um canto sem minha canção.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos sonhos voam ao nada&lt;br /&gt;Nossos sorrisos se encontram&lt;br /&gt;Nas memórias passadas...&lt;br /&gt;Queria sentir o doce das palavras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Mais só sinto  o amargo das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Esmorecidas e escritas por mãos que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Tocaram o meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Queria eu recitar o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Cantar em versos a nossa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mais que pena! Só me resta uma coisa:&lt;br /&gt;Adormecer no quarto vazio sem você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5282398129197209982?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5282398129197209982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5282398129197209982' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5282398129197209982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5282398129197209982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/06/quarto-vazio.html' title='Quarto Vazio'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SjxLnf1c3NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wc9WI1KozBQ/s72-c/adormecer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8877960467892928932</id><published>2009-05-25T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:31:17.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando da vida'/><title type='text'>Alfabeto da  vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Shq5XJdHUeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rC30o5hzyco/s1600-h/SAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339784115527307746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Shq5XJdHUeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rC30o5hzyco/s400/SAF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vida&lt;br /&gt;Que encontro&lt;br /&gt;Que loucura!&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor, um amor&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo...&lt;br /&gt;O que seria a vida&lt;br /&gt;O que seria eu?&lt;br /&gt;Um poema incompleto&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção mal escrita&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Que revolta dos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Quando faço tudo pra dar certo&lt;br /&gt;Quando tento entender a vida&lt;br /&gt;E não entendo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Tento organizar o alfabeto da vida&lt;br /&gt;Separar as vogais e as consoantes do amor&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu não consigo!&lt;br /&gt;Porque não entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Assim vou ficar reprovado na prova do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Porque não consigo entender a matéria da vida.&lt;br /&gt;É! É preciso deixar de colar e estudar explorar e&lt;br /&gt;Investigar, calcar os sapatos da ousadia,&lt;br /&gt;Correr para descobrir e organizar todo o alfabeto da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8877960467892928932?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8877960467892928932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8877960467892928932' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8877960467892928932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8877960467892928932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/05/alfabeto-da-vida.html' title='Alfabeto da  vida'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Shq5XJdHUeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rC30o5hzyco/s72-c/SAF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7094805959704253589</id><published>2009-05-17T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:58:24.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Teu eterno Namorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ShB7EP2DBcI/AAAAAAAAAao/XS9v1-f9A8w/s1600-h/para++postar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336900871336953282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ShB7EP2DBcI/AAAAAAAAAao/XS9v1-f9A8w/s400/para++postar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero ser uma coisa sua&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa lá do fundo do coração&lt;br /&gt;Não é uma incerteza, talvez ou um quase&lt;br /&gt;É uma coisa, não do nada&lt;br /&gt;Mais do tudo, do agora.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero repetir os mesmos erros&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais esperar pra acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Não quero apenas olhar, quero fazer&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter, quero ser...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser teu caso,&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma pagina no teu diário&lt;br /&gt;Ou mais um sucesso na tua vida&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser algo bem simples&lt;br /&gt;Pouca coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Quando tu tremeres de frio&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser teu coberto&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir a padaria comprar um&lt;br /&gt;Sanduíche e dividir contigo&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentar bem pertinho do muro&lt;br /&gt;E esperar você passar e convidar - la&lt;br /&gt;Para irmos pra debaixo da ponte pra vemos o mar&lt;br /&gt;Já sabe o que quero ser?&lt;br /&gt;Não! Vou dizer então.&lt;br /&gt;Com todos os momentos interrogativos, afirmativos e imperativos da vida&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que quero ser apenas uma coisa tua menina. Teu eterno namorado.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7094805959704253589?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7094805959704253589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7094805959704253589' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7094805959704253589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7094805959704253589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/05/teu-eterno-namorado.html' title='Teu eterno Namorado'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ShB7EP2DBcI/AAAAAAAAAao/XS9v1-f9A8w/s72-c/para++postar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8371017685126568217</id><published>2009-05-11T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:13:55.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Quero  você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sgilp-KAy-I/AAAAAAAAAag/lD2gRlaZL3s/s1600-h/PARA+POSTAR+QUERO+VOCE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334695899098565602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sgilp-KAy-I/AAAAAAAAAag/lD2gRlaZL3s/s400/PARA+POSTAR+QUERO+VOCE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero um pouco de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Censurar os erros que cometi&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar o sino da igreja velha&lt;br /&gt;Você pode me entender?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não!&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu estou me entendendo.&lt;br /&gt;Só hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o calar da esquina&lt;br /&gt;O vazio da rua&lt;br /&gt;A luz do farol&lt;br /&gt;O silencio do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero os teus gritos,&lt;br /&gt;Tua raiva&lt;br /&gt;Teu bico tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;A tua maneira de ser&lt;br /&gt;Pertinho de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Tantas palavras misturadas&lt;br /&gt;Confundi você não foi?&lt;br /&gt;Então vou resumi o que quero&lt;br /&gt;Em apenas um querer. Você.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8371017685126568217?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8371017685126568217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8371017685126568217' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8371017685126568217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8371017685126568217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/05/quero-voce.html' title='Quero  você'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sgilp-KAy-I/AAAAAAAAAag/lD2gRlaZL3s/s72-c/PARA+POSTAR+QUERO+VOCE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7764688540319752059</id><published>2009-05-04T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:50:01.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Amar verdadeiramente você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sf-KVR5qRCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4WkS_M3_oh8/s1600-h/aprendendo+a+amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132582017090594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sf-KVR5qRCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4WkS_M3_oh8/s400/aprendendo+a+amar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo e escrevo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falando de uma coisa. Você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De um sentimento. Amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adiantaria só escrever?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só olhar de longe e dizer: É lindo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais o viver é vazio porque não vivo, sonho amo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quebro minhas asas porque tenho medo de voar e me perder na intensidade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no compasso Do amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso me esvaziar de todas as definições &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medíocres desse sentimento tão belo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não posso banalizar esse sentimento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me atrai, e me leva até você. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afogar minhas rimas e canções &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque tenho medo? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não! Preciso aprender a nadar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mar existem rochas pontiagudas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mínimo que pode  acontecer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É me ferir, mais perderei toda a noção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo o sentido o prazer de viver o amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por culpa do meu próprio medo? O que vale mais?&lt;br /&gt;Minhas rimas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu viver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou o medo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Uma coisa eu sei e preciso aprender&lt;br /&gt;a amar verdadeiramente você. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7764688540319752059?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7764688540319752059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7764688540319752059' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7764688540319752059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7764688540319752059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/05/amar-verdadeiramente-voce.html' title='Amar verdadeiramente você'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sf-KVR5qRCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/4WkS_M3_oh8/s72-c/aprendendo+a+amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5403574455483489680</id><published>2009-04-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:55:06.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>andar de patins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SfhqK3crN7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/DeiKcQYPjFI/s1600-h/patins+para++postar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330126893908441010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SfhqK3crN7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/DeiKcQYPjFI/s400/patins+para++postar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;Em cima de um par de patins&lt;br /&gt;Que não comprei e escolhi,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de cair, falhar, magoar você...&lt;br /&gt;Ando e alimento – me apenas com um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso, uma palavra, um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Sou teimoso e intransigente&lt;br /&gt;Um burro apaixonado que&lt;br /&gt;Perambula pelas ruas de patins a procura&lt;br /&gt;De você, e ao te encontrar e não te ter&lt;br /&gt;Omito meus sentimentos aprisiono - o...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero guardar - los&lt;br /&gt;Quero liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Quero entrega&lt;br /&gt;Quero você.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser um intervalo&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o teu sempre,&lt;br /&gt;O teu momento.&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo andar de patins&lt;br /&gt;Vem ser louca comigo?&lt;br /&gt;O dia sempre será dia&lt;br /&gt;A noite sempre será noite&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu não serei mais eu&lt;br /&gt;Quando andares de patins comigo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5403574455483489680?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5403574455483489680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5403574455483489680' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5403574455483489680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5403574455483489680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/04/andar-de-patins.html' title='andar de patins'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SfhqK3crN7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/DeiKcQYPjFI/s72-c/patins+para++postar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7143514850913590171</id><published>2009-04-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:04:10.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Menino  Apaixonado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SfPc4LN-qhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/n5eF0Hn90_Q/s1600-h/menino+apaixonado+para++postar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328845641751636498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SfPc4LN-qhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/n5eF0Hn90_Q/s400/menino+apaixonado+para++postar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menino moleque&lt;br /&gt;Que corre de bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;Até chegar ao jardim&lt;br /&gt;Pra sentar no banquinho&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver passar a menina&lt;br /&gt;Que com seu sorriso o conquistou.&lt;br /&gt;Menino intrépido e desavisado&lt;br /&gt;Menino poeta e pescador&lt;br /&gt;Que com o anzol das suas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Tentar pescar o coração da menina&lt;br /&gt;Que desnorteou seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Menino artista que junta seus lápis&lt;br /&gt;Estampados, listrados e quebrados&lt;br /&gt;Folhas velhas e rasgadas pra escrever&lt;br /&gt;Seus poemas, seus versos e desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Seus desenhos de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que suspiro e riso são esse?&lt;br /&gt;Nossa que flores lindas?&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem é?&lt;br /&gt;O que é isso menino?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Já sei...&lt;br /&gt;São flores de um menino apaixonado.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7143514850913590171?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7143514850913590171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7143514850913590171' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7143514850913590171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7143514850913590171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/04/menino-apaixonado.html' title='Menino  Apaixonado'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SfPc4LN-qhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/n5eF0Hn90_Q/s72-c/menino+apaixonado+para++postar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6146518836717680035</id><published>2009-04-22T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:29:04.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>Menininha do vestidinho azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Se-ZXBKi_eI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TkQ1GPIFaNU/s1600-h/menininha++postar.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327645504931298786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Se-ZXBKi_eI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TkQ1GPIFaNU/s400/menininha++postar.jpg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bilhete sem endereço&lt;br /&gt;Rua sem nome&lt;br /&gt;Esquina vazia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você&lt;br /&gt;Você sem eu.&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Aonde ir?&lt;br /&gt;Aonde chegar&lt;br /&gt;Pra te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Vou correr&lt;br /&gt;Como louco&lt;br /&gt;Me lambuzar na loucura&lt;br /&gt;Me acalmar em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;E dormir no teu colo.&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair andando em cima dos muros&lt;br /&gt;Coreografando o nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;Criando passos nas ondas da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Vou correr pelo varal de roupas brancas&lt;br /&gt;Até encontrar a minha  menininha do vestidinho azul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6146518836717680035?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6146518836717680035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6146518836717680035' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6146518836717680035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6146518836717680035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/04/menininha-do-vestidinho-azul.html' title='Menininha do vestidinho azul'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Se-ZXBKi_eI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TkQ1GPIFaNU/s72-c/menininha++postar.jpg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3533446779121475962</id><published>2009-04-20T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:34:37.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Apenas  você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Se0R-j7Wr5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GIhUPnjEuYI/s1600-h/para+postar++++hoje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326933700742918034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Se0R-j7Wr5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GIhUPnjEuYI/s400/para+postar++++hoje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colhi a mais bela flor&lt;br /&gt;Cantei a mais bela canção&lt;br /&gt;Juntei as mais belas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Só pra dizer-te&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra passear com você&lt;br /&gt;Deitar na grama molhada&lt;br /&gt;Correr na chuva ou sol&lt;br /&gt;Feericamente quero ter tua&lt;br /&gt;Sombra junta a minha na noite de luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Estar sozinho, viver com os cacos&lt;br /&gt;Do passado, quero viver o hoje&lt;br /&gt;O agora, forjar o nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser um manual de instrução&lt;br /&gt;Ser a história, o objeto de museu&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser teu poema de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Teus versos e acordes teu balanço e embalo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero me desviar das ondas e rochas&lt;br /&gt;Arrebentar as cordas que me prendem&lt;br /&gt;Quero saltar do mais alto dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E não ser refém do meu eu.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que quero agora?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3533446779121475962?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3533446779121475962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3533446779121475962' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3533446779121475962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3533446779121475962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/04/apenas-voce.html' title='Apenas  você'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Se0R-j7Wr5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GIhUPnjEuYI/s72-c/para+postar++++hoje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-4807898808557387682</id><published>2009-04-13T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:32:54.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>Gestos que falam</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SeOunIlX1MI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MB1i-trxhXc/s1600-h/gestos++q+++falam+para++postar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291171824424130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SeOunIlX1MI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MB1i-trxhXc/s400/gestos++q+++falam+para++postar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SeOunIlX1MI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MB1i-trxhXc/s1600-h/gestos++q+++falam+para++postar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo a escrever sobre você&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mim, a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Tudo e nada, quando paro&lt;br /&gt;Reflito e percebo&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero agora é apenas um gesto.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero palavras&lt;br /&gt;Então porque escrever?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero realmente&lt;br /&gt;É um abraço caloroso&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo doce&lt;br /&gt;O que quero é ver o reflexo feérico do carinho que toca&lt;br /&gt;A face das palavras mais belas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o silencio&lt;br /&gt;Quero o mover&lt;br /&gt;Quero o gesto&lt;br /&gt;Quero a dança&lt;br /&gt;Quero um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quero você&lt;br /&gt;Quero todo o nosso poema de amor&lt;br /&gt;Traduzidos em gestos que falam, chegando&lt;br /&gt;Ao intimo do meu coração.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-4807898808557387682?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/4807898808557387682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=4807898808557387682' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4807898808557387682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4807898808557387682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/04/gestos-que-falam.html' title='Gestos que falam'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SeOunIlX1MI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MB1i-trxhXc/s72-c/gestos++q+++falam+para++postar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-691552041515243470</id><published>2009-04-10T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:52:23.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>Surpreender o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sd-h-YJD-2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/4givujUMwLk/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o+para++postar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151377579637602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sd-h-YJD-2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/4givujUMwLk/s400/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para++postar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trabalhar o dia inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;A noite estudar,&lt;br /&gt;Depois sentir – se sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Com o coração a te esperar&lt;br /&gt;Abro a janela do quarto&lt;br /&gt;Pra que o vento traga o teu perfume...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Mais ele só traz velhas lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;Quando cansado&lt;br /&gt;Encho a cara de café&lt;br /&gt;Quando sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Encho os olhos de lagrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Subo os altos degraus&lt;br /&gt;Das minhas metas e objetivos&lt;br /&gt;Mais logo desço os baixos degraus&lt;br /&gt;Para esperar uma noticia sua.&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a rotina e pressa do meu tempo eu só queria você,&lt;br /&gt;Descer do ônibus e te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Tomar um café olhando os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sair de casa de mãos dadas com você&lt;br /&gt;Não posso sair da rotina mais sei que posso ter você.&lt;br /&gt;Quero  apenas ser surpreendido com pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;E gestos que venha do mais belo sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que uni os nossos corações. O amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-691552041515243470?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/691552041515243470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=691552041515243470' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/691552041515243470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/691552041515243470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/04/surpreender-o-coracao.html' title='Surpreender o coração'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sd-h-YJD-2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/4givujUMwLk/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+para++postar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3224640237551737158</id><published>2009-04-08T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:46:04.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>O Segredo do  Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sd0nU2xGyII/AAAAAAAAAYM/VLauWufZHK0/s1600-h/segredo+do+coraÃ§Ã£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322453573874141314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sd0nU2xGyII/AAAAAAAAAYM/VLauWufZHK0/s400/segredo+do+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porta fechada&lt;br /&gt;Perdido aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Gestos abreviados...&lt;br /&gt;Foi me revelado um segredo&lt;br /&gt;Que no horizonte do coração&lt;br /&gt;Estava escondido.&lt;br /&gt;Não era um poema um verso&lt;br /&gt;Mais era um amor, um alguém, era você&lt;br /&gt;Que tão perto estava.&lt;br /&gt;Desconheci esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor por você, mais o que eu poderia fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Fugir, esconder – me?&lt;br /&gt;Não (...) mais observar e farejar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o dia se vá&lt;br /&gt;Ou que eu perca a rima dos meus versos&lt;br /&gt;Irei te buscar, mesmo no mais longe dos sentidos nítidos&lt;br /&gt;Pra te revelar o segredo do meu coração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3224640237551737158?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3224640237551737158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3224640237551737158' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3224640237551737158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3224640237551737158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/04/o-segredo-do-coracao.html' title='O Segredo do  Coração'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sd0nU2xGyII/AAAAAAAAAYM/VLauWufZHK0/s72-c/segredo+do+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2572769112082670224</id><published>2009-03-30T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:36:25.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração...'/><title type='text'>Entregar - me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SdGOnHmJARI/AAAAAAAAAYE/V8P-4M698o0/s1600-h/arriscar+para+postar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319189437606330642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SdGOnHmJARI/AAAAAAAAAYE/V8P-4M698o0/s400/arriscar+para+postar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor, paixão, dor...&lt;br /&gt;Guardei ali no porão condenado os meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Tendo medo das minhas emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivendo com um coração contundido&lt;br /&gt;Trilhando um caminho sem começo e fim,&lt;br /&gt;Com medo se entregar e se enganar&lt;br /&gt;Tornando o meu amor a mazela do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me entregar,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de perder quem não tenho?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como lutar como guerreiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho medo da minha própria espada e escudo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso prender o amor, não posso esconder a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Preciso deixar- los sair do casulo, voar e encontrar - te&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja apenas para ouvir aquilo que não anseio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tentar arriscar...&lt;br /&gt;Viver o sentimento mais doce e suave da vida com você.&lt;br /&gt;O amor.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2572769112082670224?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2572769112082670224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2572769112082670224' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2572769112082670224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2572769112082670224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/entregar-me.html' title='Entregar - me'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SdGOnHmJARI/AAAAAAAAAYE/V8P-4M698o0/s72-c/arriscar+para+postar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3606701294096713253</id><published>2009-03-28T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:30:11.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando da vida'/><title type='text'>Ir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sc6ktKIZyuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VqsxxO71v8U/s1600-h/preciso+s+eguir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318369305691802338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sc6ktKIZyuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VqsxxO71v8U/s400/preciso+s+eguir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto falta de uma presença.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é estranho,&lt;br /&gt;Quando se falta, quando se sente&lt;br /&gt;E quando não tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passear sozinho?&lt;br /&gt;Falta alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Ter amor e não ter alguém&lt;br /&gt;É ser vazio é ser ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho chances&lt;br /&gt;De correr e buscar&lt;br /&gt;De tentar e quebrar&lt;br /&gt;De seguir ou parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Rasgar e atravessar&lt;br /&gt;A fronteira sem hesitar&lt;br /&gt;E encontrar - me com aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto anseio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta,&lt;br /&gt;Não posso fingir&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas um...&lt;br /&gt;Vou pegar o trilho&lt;br /&gt;E ir até o fim.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3606701294096713253?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3606701294096713253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3606701294096713253' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3606701294096713253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3606701294096713253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/ir.html' title='Ir'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sc6ktKIZyuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VqsxxO71v8U/s72-c/preciso+s+eguir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2037196002791535731</id><published>2009-03-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:45:11.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>Até onde irei?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScmopD70jUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IL70ylUlt10/s1600-h/para++postar!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316966258471898434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScmopD70jUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IL70ylUlt10/s400/para++postar!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andar devagar&lt;br /&gt;Olhar os lados&lt;br /&gt;Com os sentimentos miscíveis&lt;br /&gt;Com um olhar lívido;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto – me&lt;br /&gt;Em que direção ir&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar até você?&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter um mapa,&lt;br /&gt;Mais não tenho...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho apenas lembranças em minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Aonde elas irão me levar?&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a gélida dor&lt;br /&gt;De não ter você no presente&lt;br /&gt;É ter medo de viver o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Serei mais uma folha&lt;br /&gt;Levada pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Serei mais uma canção sem melodia&lt;br /&gt;Um famélico pelo teu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos passam,&lt;br /&gt;Mais você não passa&lt;br /&gt;Continua aqui... Mais eu?&lt;br /&gt;Será que continuo na coluna do seu jornal?&lt;br /&gt;Ou sou apenas uma velha noticia?&lt;br /&gt;Até onde vai você?&lt;br /&gt;Até onde andarei pra encontrar algo que nem sei se existe mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2037196002791535731?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2037196002791535731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2037196002791535731' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2037196002791535731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2037196002791535731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/ate-onde-irei.html' title='Até onde irei?'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScmopD70jUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IL70ylUlt10/s72-c/para++postar!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6629426516372723761</id><published>2009-03-21T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:14:00.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScW60RMI0mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pL2UWj1j7b8/s1600-h/que+sentidos++me++fazem+te+amar++tanto+assim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315860342311015010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScW60RMI0mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pL2UWj1j7b8/s400/que+sentidos++me++fazem+te+amar++tanto+assim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras que me lancinam,&lt;br /&gt;Mãos marcadas,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nítidos,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas e tantas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas,&lt;br /&gt;Decepções...&lt;br /&gt;Até onde vão os sentidos?&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras não podem&lt;br /&gt;Se esconder atrais de uma parede,&lt;br /&gt;Elas precisam ser lançadas ao mar&lt;br /&gt;As escadas, subir os degraus&lt;br /&gt;Como um silêncio, um grito&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção, uma poesia... Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Para encontrar os sentidos, a razão que&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me te amar tanto assim.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6629426516372723761?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6629426516372723761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6629426516372723761' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6629426516372723761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6629426516372723761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/sentidos.html' title='Sentidos'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScW60RMI0mI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pL2UWj1j7b8/s72-c/que+sentidos++me++fazem+te+amar++tanto+assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-9170447591049984592</id><published>2009-03-19T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:22:32.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>viver sem Amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScW88YOHAtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xG6aydsAxMQ/s1600-h/PRECISO++ULTRAPASSAR.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315862680660542162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScW88YOHAtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xG6aydsAxMQ/s400/PRECISO++ULTRAPASSAR.bmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScMJx8zKlGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/toe1cs0siRQ/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egoísmo, tocar, sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ter...&lt;br /&gt;Olhar do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;E ver apenas pedaços&lt;br /&gt;De versos que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram parte da poesia&lt;br /&gt;E da canção que cantou meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Vê a rosa que vai despetalando pouco&lt;br /&gt;A pouco sobre o chão lamacento...&lt;br /&gt;Voar sem asas?&lt;br /&gt;Sentir frio sem ter agasalho?&lt;br /&gt;Imprecar às lembranças outra realidade?&lt;br /&gt;Ouso a viver e viver&lt;br /&gt;Na brisa inebriante dos toques e sentidos&lt;br /&gt;De um coração que maneja com mais belo de todos&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos. O amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-9170447591049984592?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/9170447591049984592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=9170447591049984592' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/9170447591049984592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/9170447591049984592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/viver-sem-amor.html' title='viver sem Amor?'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScW88YOHAtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xG6aydsAxMQ/s72-c/PRECISO++ULTRAPASSAR.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5243727243897758823</id><published>2009-03-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:52:42.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>copo  vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScEmr-smvkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZjZKiOTMd-M/s1600-h/copo++vazio+postar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314571572280213058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScEmr-smvkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZjZKiOTMd-M/s400/copo++vazio+postar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você chegou tarde&lt;br /&gt;A porta se fechou&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Dei-te uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;Esperei você,&lt;br /&gt;Com o copo vazio,&lt;br /&gt;E o relógio exclamou - Ela não vem.&lt;br /&gt;Não ousou a correr, lutar&lt;br /&gt;Agora chora por encontrar&lt;br /&gt;A porta fechada.&lt;br /&gt;Esperou demais&lt;br /&gt;Dormiu demais&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto esperei e esperei&lt;br /&gt;E o copo quebrou por tanto&lt;br /&gt;Esperar o vinho do teu amor.&lt;br /&gt;A porta fechou,&lt;br /&gt;Ela só se abrirá novamente&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontrar aquele que realmente lhe amar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5243727243897758823?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5243727243897758823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5243727243897758823' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5243727243897758823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5243727243897758823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/copo-vazio.html' title='copo  vazio'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ScEmr-smvkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZjZKiOTMd-M/s72-c/copo++vazio+postar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7629528675112904998</id><published>2009-03-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:02:24.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Cores Brasileiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sb-5_n1mD5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ImRJyk2QngU/s1600-h/brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314170587997147026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sb-5_n1mD5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ImRJyk2QngU/s400/brasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verde azul e amarelo&lt;br /&gt;As belas cores do olhar brasileiro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não há beleza maior do quer o seu retrato:&lt;br /&gt;Bárbaros com palitó e gravata&lt;br /&gt;Que perderam os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Não sentiram a equidade,&lt;br /&gt;Reféns do seu ego doentio&lt;br /&gt;Tendo status e poses&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando e praguejando&lt;br /&gt;As cores de um Brasil Brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;Casas vazias,&lt;br /&gt;Ruas abandonadas&lt;br /&gt;Muros destruídos&lt;br /&gt;Crianças sem pães&lt;br /&gt;Vidas em fugas...&lt;br /&gt;Muda Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Muda brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;Para assim brilhar&lt;br /&gt;As cores do coração Brasileiro.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7629528675112904998?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7629528675112904998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7629528675112904998' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7629528675112904998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7629528675112904998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/cores-brasileiras.html' title='Cores Brasileiras'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sb-5_n1mD5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ImRJyk2QngU/s72-c/brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5021276371867782600</id><published>2009-03-13T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:16:14.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no  silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>trilhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sbs9eIkowlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zyzMAD9ep5g/s1600-h/viajando_sozinho+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312907773320151634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sbs9eIkowlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zyzMAD9ep5g/s400/viajando_sozinho+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roupas velhas,&lt;br /&gt;Sapato sem cadarço&lt;br /&gt;Carro quebrado&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho na estrada&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde correr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música tocou,&lt;br /&gt;O coração esmaeceu&lt;br /&gt;E sentei sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Tentei entender&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ali, mais não entendi&lt;br /&gt;Nem o meu próprio coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cara apaixonado,&lt;br /&gt;Um cara sonhador&lt;br /&gt;Com o carro quebrado&lt;br /&gt;Como dirigir – me até teu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Como chamejar os teus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;E correr aos teus braços?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Me arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Trilhar, me ferir&lt;br /&gt;Bater as asas&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser, criar...&lt;br /&gt;Chegar até você,&lt;br /&gt;E ir até onde o coração me levar.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5021276371867782600?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5021276371867782600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5021276371867782600' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5021276371867782600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5021276371867782600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/trilhar.html' title='trilhar'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/Sbs9eIkowlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zyzMAD9ep5g/s72-c/viajando_sozinho+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5930897026039903280</id><published>2009-03-12T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:10:11.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbnOS8itTsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_zMe3jAZerU/s1600-h/perder+o+tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312504060344880834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbnOS8itTsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_zMe3jAZerU/s400/perder+o+tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbnK0djERnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iCdq6xQKALk/s1600-h/perder+o+tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo tem seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;O momento de acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;De ser aquilo que realmente precisa ser.&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia jogar – me ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Afundar o meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar te esquecer e parar de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Mais de nada iria valer.&lt;br /&gt;Teria o mar, maior valor&lt;br /&gt;Que minha própria vida, meu próprio amor?&lt;br /&gt;Não... Preciso esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a saudade lacere o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Preciso esperar com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;O seu tempo;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Para não perder o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E nem o valor do nosso amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5930897026039903280?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5930897026039903280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5930897026039903280' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5930897026039903280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5930897026039903280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbnOS8itTsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_zMe3jAZerU/s72-c/perder+o+tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5721874571581137424</id><published>2009-03-07T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:00:29.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no  silêncio do meu coração...'/><title type='text'>Depois da Escola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbNBYXUHfdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O8cQ7Z09ivQ/s1600-h/escada+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310660272431005138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbNBYXUHfdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O8cQ7Z09ivQ/s400/escada+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbNBCQq30rI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TNZeTAJOUpo/s1600-h/escada++2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jogo cadernos e livros&lt;br /&gt;Sento no sofá&lt;br /&gt;Olho na janela&lt;br /&gt;O sol a brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Na estante, nosso quadro,&lt;br /&gt;Na agenda, teu telefone&lt;br /&gt;No coração, amor&lt;br /&gt;Na vida, sonhos&lt;br /&gt;No olhar o brilho da saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto minhas mãos geladas&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de errar&lt;br /&gt;De olhar pra trais...&lt;br /&gt;E viver das lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a minha realidade&lt;br /&gt;É viver sem você.&lt;br /&gt;Na mesinha do sofá&lt;br /&gt;Um jarro cheio de flores&lt;br /&gt;Ali há uma bela flor branca,&lt;br /&gt;Pego, abro a porta&lt;br /&gt;Sento na escada&lt;br /&gt;Inspiro fundo&lt;br /&gt;E deixo sair dos meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;O mais belo sorriso de um menino&lt;br /&gt;Que ousa a te esperar, mesmo não&lt;br /&gt;Tendo a certeza que você irá voltar.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5721874571581137424?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5721874571581137424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5721874571581137424' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5721874571581137424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5721874571581137424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/depois-da-escola.html' title='Depois da Escola'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbNBYXUHfdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O8cQ7Z09ivQ/s72-c/escada+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6582620122251217142</id><published>2009-03-05T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:45:13.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades de você'/><title type='text'>Temporal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbBx4Z0nMlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6npCBuiAfFo/s1600-h/temporal+de+sentimentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309869174487986770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbBx4Z0nMlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6npCBuiAfFo/s400/temporal+de+sentimentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rochas, dores&lt;br /&gt;Vento, lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Temporal, sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Amor, você.&lt;br /&gt;A ação erosiva dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;Da saudade fez meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Estarrecer com a tua falta.&lt;br /&gt;O vento me trouxe&lt;br /&gt;Aquele momento gélido&lt;br /&gt;De olhar nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Tocar nas tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer apenas três palavras&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso cair&lt;br /&gt;No temporal de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;E emoções que vivo e sinto&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os momentos que penso em Ti&lt;br /&gt;Só assim te sinto perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Pois são águas que molham o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Goteja dos meus olhos lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que cai em meus lábios trazendo&lt;br /&gt;O gosto da tua falta.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6582620122251217142?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6582620122251217142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6582620122251217142' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6582620122251217142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6582620122251217142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/temporal.html' title='Temporal'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SbBx4Z0nMlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6npCBuiAfFo/s72-c/temporal+de+sentimentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-615930243135739075</id><published>2009-03-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:23:34.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Entre  a multidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SawWecCpX3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/fDWMm8yt5zg/s1600-h/multidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308642772942151538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SawWecCpX3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/fDWMm8yt5zg/s400/multidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo tantos olhos na multidão&lt;br /&gt;Mais não consigo ver os teus,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tantas fragrâncias na multidão&lt;br /&gt;Mais, não consigo senti o seu&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estar?&lt;br /&gt;Grita o meu nome e correrei ao teu encontro meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corro entre a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Para ver e sentir a limpidez dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;O intimismo do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estar?&lt;br /&gt;Grita meu nome e correi ao teu encontro meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há inimigos, olhos maus, homens de índoles perversos, espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas há uma rosa que traz consigo o cheiro do mel&lt;br /&gt;Que transborda em meu coração... O amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tento ouvir sua voz no fragor da multidão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é impossível, pois só ouço o pulsar do&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração que grita teu nome mais alto que a voz da minh” própria alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei te encontrar na multidão,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Parar? Não!&lt;br /&gt;Um coração quando ama quer se correspondido&lt;br /&gt;Quer um abraço, um beijo, uma palavra...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu não ter a certeza do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;És que irei te procurar até te encontrar.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-615930243135739075?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/615930243135739075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=615930243135739075' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/615930243135739075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/615930243135739075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/03/entre-multidao.html' title='Entre  a multidão'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SawWecCpX3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/fDWMm8yt5zg/s72-c/multidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1937515494570166457</id><published>2009-02-28T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:29:26.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dores da  vida'/><title type='text'>dor da saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SaoA61jgRvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NFK3XVWk0gY/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308056121617958642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SaoA61jgRvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NFK3XVWk0gY/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dói, eu sei disso,&lt;br /&gt;Mais o que posso fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que deixar você ir.&lt;br /&gt;Dói, sei disso&lt;br /&gt;Mais tenho que escrever&lt;br /&gt;E falar de você minha saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas lembranças, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Dói ter em minhas palavras a insipidez&lt;br /&gt;Do teu amor, carinho, sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração lampeja a ânsia te ver você&lt;br /&gt;De ouvir o telefone tocar e ser você dizendo pelo menos um alô.&lt;br /&gt;De abrir a porta e ver teu sorriso e correr para os teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Dói dizer que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Em um caderno sem ao&lt;br /&gt;Menos pode dizer olhando nos teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;O que pensa sem você?&lt;br /&gt;O que escrever?&lt;br /&gt;O que sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Saudades!&lt;br /&gt;É. Apenas saudades sem você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1937515494570166457?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1937515494570166457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1937515494570166457' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1937515494570166457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1937515494570166457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/02/dor-da-saudade.html' title='dor da saudade'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SaoA61jgRvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NFK3XVWk0gY/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3766943323814272043</id><published>2009-02-19T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:39:40.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades de   você'/><title type='text'>Gotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZ2K5hxI-kI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5RaAmtDfw48/s1600-h/gotas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304548657033968194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZ2K5hxI-kI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5RaAmtDfw48/s400/gotas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conter - me?&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;Todos se escondem&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir,&lt;br /&gt;Correr,&lt;br /&gt;Voar&lt;br /&gt;E te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Conter – me?&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite de chuva&lt;br /&gt;De nuvens cinza e espessas?&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;Quero abrir minhas asas&lt;br /&gt;Correr ao teu encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Pegar as gotas da chuva com minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;E misturar – las com minhas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Pra te entregar e te dizer:&lt;br /&gt;São gotas de saudades de você.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3766943323814272043?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3766943323814272043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3766943323814272043' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3766943323814272043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3766943323814272043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/02/gotas.html' title='Gotas'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZ2K5hxI-kI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5RaAmtDfw48/s72-c/gotas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1484091912855933388</id><published>2009-02-15T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:31:58.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrevendo no  silêncio do meu coração'/><title type='text'>Pequeno  Sabiá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZhQb55Wf5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/biBKJTJHtQA/s1600-h/Sabia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303077001556819858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZhQb55Wf5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/biBKJTJHtQA/s400/Sabia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parei,&lt;br /&gt;Sentei&lt;br /&gt;Pensei&lt;br /&gt;Chorei,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo aquela canção&lt;br /&gt;Pensado em quer altitude tomar&lt;br /&gt;Em você que dizia me amar, mas me traiu&lt;br /&gt;Nas rosas que te dei, e você as deixou murchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisei parar&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de esconder meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de me acomodar com suas altitudes&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de criar um paraíso ficção?&lt;br /&gt;Pra viver na deserta solidão?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser eu, o criado do meu próprio sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Preciso libertar minha dor e chorar minhas magoas.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso prender o meu amor, mais posso libertar – lo e deixar – lo voar&lt;br /&gt;Em busca das asas do seu pequeno sabiá.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1484091912855933388?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1484091912855933388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1484091912855933388' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1484091912855933388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1484091912855933388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/02/pequeno-sabia.html' title='Pequeno  Sabiá'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZhQb55Wf5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/biBKJTJHtQA/s72-c/Sabia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7303022217677157945</id><published>2009-02-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:36:55.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selo "Esse blog vale ouro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZhEiUyDBcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XkWDOVMv0lI/s1600-h/ganheio+do+++thiago+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303063917713622466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZhEiUyDBcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XkWDOVMv0lI/s400/ganheio+do+++thiago+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse selo me foi dado Thiago (valeu meu querido) e também tem suas regras...- Regras:1. Colocar o link de quem te indicou pro meme.2. Escrever estas 5 regras antes do seu meme pra deixar a brincadeira mais clara.3. Contar os 6 fatos aleatórios sobre você .4. Indicar 6 blogueiros pra continuar a brincadeira.5. Avisar para esses blogueiros que eles foram indicados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, 6 coisas aleatórias sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 -Sou Muito louco, penso demais auauauauau!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2 - Gosto de teatro e dança!!!&lt;br /&gt;3- tenho o sangue muito quente!! As vezes queria que ele fosse mais frio auauauau&lt;br /&gt;4 – falo demais!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5 – sou um ser sensível!!&lt;br /&gt;6 - sou muito brincalhão!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto ^^E agora os meus 6 indicados&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;a href="http://pensandoescondida.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pensandoescondida.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;a href="http://silas989.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://silas989.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;a href="http://edutrindade.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://edutrindade.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;a href="http://espacinhoembranco.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://espacinhoembranco.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;a href="http://passaros-que-voam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://passaros-que-voam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;a href="http://graosdeareiapeloinfinito.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://graosdeareiapeloinfinito.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7303022217677157945?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7303022217677157945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7303022217677157945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7303022217677157945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7303022217677157945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/02/selo-esse-blog-vale-ouro.html' title='Selo &quot;Esse blog vale ouro&quot;'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZhEiUyDBcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XkWDOVMv0lI/s72-c/ganheio+do+++thiago+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-527121209917716261</id><published>2009-02-10T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:43:02.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confuso  no amor'/><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZH-AZISV8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/18irfvTvW0o/s1600-h/uma++chance.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301297519090882498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZH-AZISV8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/18irfvTvW0o/s400/uma++chance.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;São me dadas  todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Uma chance para buscar, ser, criar, fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Uma chance de amor,&lt;br /&gt;De sentir o frio ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;De colher rosa em meio a espinhos&lt;br /&gt;De ser aquilo que sou,&lt;br /&gt;Ou ser um medíocre&lt;br /&gt;Medroso ou idiota.&lt;br /&gt;De ser teu namorado&lt;br /&gt;Ou teu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;De ser a areia do teu mar&lt;br /&gt;Ou a pedra do teu sapato&lt;br /&gt;O que escolher?&lt;br /&gt;O que viver?&lt;br /&gt;O que sentir?&lt;br /&gt;São me dadas   chances&lt;br /&gt;Mais apenas uma oportunidade para viver&lt;br /&gt;Com uma escolha a fazer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-527121209917716261?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/527121209917716261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=527121209917716261' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/527121209917716261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/527121209917716261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/02/chance.html' title='Chance'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SZH-AZISV8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/18irfvTvW0o/s72-c/uma++chance.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7548127263518910812</id><published>2009-02-06T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:26:26.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Sociedade x Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYyq20hjZtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IOVLSSisaYg/s1600-h/sociedade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299798720297264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYyq20hjZtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IOVLSSisaYg/s400/sociedade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andando de bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;Vendo a paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Criança brincando,&lt;br /&gt;Homem com fome,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda,&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser criar hoje&lt;br /&gt;Pode se destruir amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Pode se escolher&lt;br /&gt;Viver ou morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Ou pode ser surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Vive hoje&lt;br /&gt;Mais morrer amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;A mãe abortar o filho&lt;br /&gt;O Pai matar o filho&lt;br /&gt;O jovem se droga&lt;br /&gt;A adolescente se suicida&lt;br /&gt;O homem se perde&lt;br /&gt;O político Rouba em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;A natureza grita socorro&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a sociedade que vivo,&lt;br /&gt;E é nessa sociedade que irei morrer? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7548127263518910812?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7548127263518910812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7548127263518910812' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7548127263518910812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7548127263518910812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/02/sociedade-x-eu.html' title='Sociedade x Eu'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYyq20hjZtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IOVLSSisaYg/s72-c/sociedade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-48032564399554288</id><published>2009-02-04T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:10:26.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='um  cara sem seu amor'/><title type='text'>Minha Natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYnL5CvIBeI/AAAAAAAAATo/yLv8HTDe2z4/s1600-h/CoracaoNatureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298990617425610210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYnL5CvIBeI/AAAAAAAAATo/yLv8HTDe2z4/s400/CoracaoNatureza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhar as belezas da natureza&lt;br /&gt;Ver o mar, sentir o frio,&lt;br /&gt;Senta na ponte e&lt;br /&gt;Sentir as águas batendo em meus pés,&lt;br /&gt;Mais não ter você perto de mim nada adianta sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a mais bela entre as belezas de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Não estar perto de mim, Se você não tiver perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer que me ama nada adianta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria cantar a canção que fiz pra você&lt;br /&gt;Queria ler a poesia que fala do nosso primeiro encontro&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada adianta você não estar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Você poderia estar, mais você se foi e deixou a minha natureza&lt;br /&gt;Sem a sua grande beleza. Você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-48032564399554288?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/48032564399554288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=48032564399554288' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/48032564399554288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/48032564399554288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/02/minha-natureza.html' title='Minha Natureza'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYnL5CvIBeI/AAAAAAAAATo/yLv8HTDe2z4/s72-c/CoracaoNatureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5956031940327904165</id><published>2009-02-02T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:48:53.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>Rastros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYe4-oRADnI/AAAAAAAAATY/j6HyatGyF48/s1600-h/cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298406872724803186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYe4-oRADnI/AAAAAAAAATY/j6HyatGyF48/s400/cama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caí na minha cama&lt;br /&gt;Branca e fria&lt;br /&gt;Tentando esquecer um momento.&lt;br /&gt;Com os olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Chorei e com minhas mãos senti&lt;br /&gt;Folhas sobre minha cama!&lt;br /&gt;Abri meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E ali sentei,&lt;br /&gt;Peguei aquelas folhas escritas e molhadas&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a ler frases, poemas escritas para Ti.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em rasgar todos os poemas,&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar o poeta de dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E em quebra o vidro do guarda roupa onde estar&lt;br /&gt;Escrito com o seu batom:&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso fazer isso,&lt;br /&gt;Mais o tempo pode,&lt;br /&gt;Apagar os rastros do teu amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5956031940327904165?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5956031940327904165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5956031940327904165' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5956031940327904165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5956031940327904165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/02/rastros.html' title='Rastros'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYe4-oRADnI/AAAAAAAAATY/j6HyatGyF48/s72-c/cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8414155901541717866</id><published>2009-01-28T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:17:38.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração   apaixonado'/><title type='text'>Frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYCEvyTHfcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y1R0oLMlIXA/s1600-h/passeado.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379118278376898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYCEvyTHfcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y1R0oLMlIXA/s400/passeado.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto minhas mãos geladas&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios secos&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo vazio&lt;br /&gt;Nesse demasiado frio.&lt;br /&gt;Com uma mistura de dores.&lt;br /&gt;Por não ter dito tuas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Não ter passeado de mãos dadas com você&lt;br /&gt;Ter fugido dos nossos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Você se foi&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia nublado&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ter a certeza que você estar bem&lt;br /&gt;Quer você pensa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Já que você se foi&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia nublado&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria apenas você,&lt;br /&gt;Queria olhar nos teus olhos e dizer:&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu amo você.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8414155901541717866?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8414155901541717866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8414155901541717866' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8414155901541717866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8414155901541717866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/frio.html' title='Frio'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SYCEvyTHfcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Y1R0oLMlIXA/s72-c/passeado.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2962023976518901450</id><published>2009-01-22T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:45:21.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Erro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SXk839NpVGI/AAAAAAAAATA/hwKP9rvry_0/s1600-h/amizade-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294329768972997730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SXk839NpVGI/AAAAAAAAATA/hwKP9rvry_0/s400/amizade-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizer que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Não é pecado!&lt;br /&gt;Te dar aquele abraço&lt;br /&gt;Não é um erro,&lt;br /&gt;Te dar aquele beijo&lt;br /&gt;Não é idiotice.&lt;br /&gt;O que seria um grande erro&lt;br /&gt;É eu morrer hoje sem dizer&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos que você é importante pra mim.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2962023976518901450?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2962023976518901450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2962023976518901450' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2962023976518901450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2962023976518901450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/erro.html' title='Erro'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SXk839NpVGI/AAAAAAAAATA/hwKP9rvry_0/s72-c/amizade-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8844251954186739160</id><published>2009-01-19T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:53:08.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando da  vida'/><title type='text'>Tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SXTq5JsjA1I/AAAAAAAAASw/td1ZRtq9KTE/s1600-h/caindo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293113729643381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SXTq5JsjA1I/AAAAAAAAASw/td1ZRtq9KTE/s400/caindo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia ficar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Caindo sobre essa areia e desistir,&lt;br /&gt;Deixar os meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Jogar todos os papeis,&lt;br /&gt;Rabiscado e manchados pelas&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas que correm de um rosto&lt;br /&gt;Cansado, alegre, triste, decepcionado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia largar tudo&lt;br /&gt;Deixar você&lt;br /&gt;E me esconder,&lt;br /&gt;Quebra o quadro&lt;br /&gt;Pintado pelo pincel da vida&lt;br /&gt;Com a tinta das minhas emoções&lt;br /&gt;Com a moldura dos meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia mais não vou!&lt;br /&gt;Você vai?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se transforma,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se conquista,&lt;br /&gt;Esse tudo seria eu?&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Não sei!&lt;br /&gt;Mais se tudo for isso&lt;br /&gt;Então não abrirei mão&lt;br /&gt;De você, meu tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8844251954186739160?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8844251954186739160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8844251954186739160' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8844251954186739160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8844251954186739160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/tudo.html' title='Tudo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SXTq5JsjA1I/AAAAAAAAASw/td1ZRtq9KTE/s72-c/caindo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8966728331285321967</id><published>2009-01-15T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:23:18.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando de amor'/><title type='text'>Recebi</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Recebi aquela carta de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que acalentou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a mim a essência de uma grande paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi aquela foto&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo em preto e branco&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardei na estante da vida&lt;br /&gt;Pra lembra-se dos seus risos e gáudios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi aquele livro&lt;br /&gt;Que conta a nossa historia&lt;br /&gt;Que leio pelas ruas aborrecidas&lt;br /&gt;Com um cara aborrecido porque sente a sua falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebo, recebi...&lt;br /&gt;Assim vou vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Apenas recebendo aquilo que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Tive,&lt;br /&gt;Fiz,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir ,&lt;br /&gt;E construir&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8966728331285321967?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8966728331285321967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8966728331285321967' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8966728331285321967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8966728331285321967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/recebi.html' title='Recebi'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3949173715377406296</id><published>2009-01-12T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:24:26.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Máscara II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWwJRuIgJ-I/AAAAAAAAASA/bQlEgR18UYs/s1600-h/mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290613862299609058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWwJRuIgJ-I/AAAAAAAAASA/bQlEgR18UYs/s400/mascara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu sorriso uma mentira&lt;br /&gt;Tua verdade, uma falsidade&lt;br /&gt;Teu canto é teu grito&lt;br /&gt;Tua dança é tua dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tem atrás dessa máscara?&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto horrendo e lacerado&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar lacrimejante ao frio&lt;br /&gt;Lábios secos pelo silêncio da tua alma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pensa em tirar essa máscara?&lt;br /&gt;Antes que ela seja todo o seu existi&lt;br /&gt;Ou vender essa imagem infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Que não corresponde aquilo que tu és?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de uma máscara&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma face horripilante&lt;br /&gt;Que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Com medo do próprio mostro que criou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3949173715377406296?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3949173715377406296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3949173715377406296' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3949173715377406296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3949173715377406296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/mscara-ii.html' title='Máscara II'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWwJRuIgJ-I/AAAAAAAAASA/bQlEgR18UYs/s72-c/mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3241552753438722343</id><published>2009-01-09T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:25:00.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando da  vida'/><title type='text'>corrida  da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWgjdURo3WI/AAAAAAAAARo/VxXvtCXKTSA/s1600-h/janela.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289516748912516450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWgjdURo3WI/AAAAAAAAARo/VxXvtCXKTSA/s400/janela.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O hoje se passou,&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã passará&lt;br /&gt;E você pra onde irá?&lt;br /&gt;Sentada à janela&lt;br /&gt;Ouve o som do passarinho que canta&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque não saí daí&lt;br /&gt;Pra ouvir o som da nossa canção?&lt;br /&gt;Todos correm contra o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Correm mais rápido que o próprio relógio&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu corro com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tentando ser e sendo o que sou,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao olhar para a janela vejo você.&lt;br /&gt;Hei? Sai daí e vem correr comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Dê – me sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Vamos correr na primavera&lt;br /&gt;No inverno ou no verão,&lt;br /&gt;Quando você cansar&lt;br /&gt;Quando precisar de um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Estarei do teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Saia dessa janela,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos correr pelo presente,&lt;br /&gt;Pois um futuro nos espera. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3241552753438722343?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3241552753438722343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3241552753438722343' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3241552753438722343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3241552753438722343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/corrida-da-vida.html' title='corrida  da vida'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWgjdURo3WI/AAAAAAAAARo/VxXvtCXKTSA/s72-c/janela.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-258051587048190568</id><published>2009-01-08T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:22:24.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brincadeiras'/><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brincadeira - Meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brincadeira:São seis coisas à toa, e seis links à toa. Assim a gente conhece novos lugares e novas pessoas.A brincadeira é: Pôr as regras do jogo, quem indicou, escrever seis coisas à toa e recomendar seis links.Que me indicou foi a Adryannah do http://drykadesigns.blogspot.com/As regras do jogo:1. Linkar a pessoa que te indicou.2. Escrever as regras do jogo em seu blog.3. Contar 6 coisas aleatórias sobre você.4. Indique mais 6 pessoas e colocar os links no final do post.5. Deixe a pessoa saber que você a indicou, deixando um comentário para ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As seis coisas sobre mim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sou loukko!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Viajo  muito na minha imaginação!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sou  muito   brincalhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pense  numa coisa   gostosa  é escutar  uma boa música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sigo o  caminho da minha  arte!!  Sigo o caminho da  minha  vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. O que tenho de   brincalhão é o que tenho de irritado!!e  as   vezes   sou estressado demais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os Seis links:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson de Souza &lt;a href="http://poetadiferente.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://poetadiferente.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcos Leite &lt;a href="http://poetamarcosleite.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poetamarcosleite.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas  &lt;a href="http://silas989.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://silas989.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanda  &lt;a href="http://nandafob.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nandafob.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliane &lt;a href="http://jubysss.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jubysss.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiago Assis &lt;a href="http://thiagogaru.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thiagogaru.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa   foi difícil  encontrar  os seis!!!! Mais estão ai!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-258051587048190568?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/258051587048190568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=258051587048190568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/258051587048190568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/258051587048190568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6277979508083106239</id><published>2009-01-06T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:27:18.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando  da  vida'/><title type='text'>som da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWQxzQlbTEI/AAAAAAAAARU/GQEUbVAIo4o/s1600-h/som+da++++chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288406619134839874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWQxzQlbTEI/AAAAAAAAARU/GQEUbVAIo4o/s400/som+da++++chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parecia tudo ter me deixado&lt;br /&gt;O amor, a esperança, alegria,&lt;br /&gt;E agora estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Entediado, esmaecido&lt;br /&gt;Vendo apenas as gotas&lt;br /&gt;E ouvindo os ruídos da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Que caia e trazia a mim o frio da noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele frio me deixou em languidez&lt;br /&gt;Me trouxe as lagrimas das&lt;br /&gt;Decepções e ações de indivíduos que&lt;br /&gt;Enganaram- me, trocaram – me,&lt;br /&gt;Tiraram de mim sonhos, esperanças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O som daquela chuva&lt;br /&gt;Parecia me chamar,&lt;br /&gt;Parecia querer me mostrar algo&lt;br /&gt;Mais era tarde não tinha ninguém na rua.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei pela janela, e me veio à vontade&lt;br /&gt;De cair e acompanhar aquele som.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai naquela chuva como um louco,&lt;br /&gt;Com a rua lamacenta, e bancos molhados&lt;br /&gt;Levantei o rosto ao céu e percebi e ouvir um som diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Não era o som do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Não era o som da minha dor,&lt;br /&gt;Não era o som daquela chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Mais era o som da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6277979508083106239?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6277979508083106239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6277979508083106239' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6277979508083106239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6277979508083106239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/som-da-vida.html' title='som da vida'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWQxzQlbTEI/AAAAAAAAARU/GQEUbVAIo4o/s72-c/som+da++++chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8328769052356970690</id><published>2009-01-06T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:56:19.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>reclamar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWN-0jGajKI/AAAAAAAAARM/cAtsjjmBSEo/s1600-h/janela+velha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288209828703538338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWN-0jGajKI/AAAAAAAAARM/cAtsjjmBSEo/s400/janela+velha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWN9pIJdrZI/AAAAAAAAARE/-Yk0JaaYJyk/s1600-h/janela+velha.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe o que é engraçado&lt;br /&gt;É reclamamos de tudo&lt;br /&gt;E nada fazermos!&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que pensei olhando pra aquela janela&lt;br /&gt;Velha e suja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passarinho não reclama, porque tem&lt;br /&gt;Que ir buscar alimento pra seu filhote&lt;br /&gt;O filhote não reclama por ter que espera&lt;br /&gt;A sua mãe que foi buscar alimento.&lt;br /&gt;E porque reclamar?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas por ter alguns entraves nessa vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me atirar daquela janela velha e suja&lt;br /&gt;E como aquele pássaro, sair em busca de alimentos&lt;br /&gt;Pra meu filhote, meu coração, minh’ alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração precisar de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Minh’ alma precisa de uma canção feita pelos meus sonhos conquistados,&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo precisa de uma dança feita pelos movimentos de minhas asas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso enveredar e deixar de reclamar,&lt;br /&gt;Lutar e deixar de esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Escrever minha canção e deixar de cantar a tua canção,&lt;br /&gt;Dançar a minha dançar e deixar de dançar a tua dança,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia não te terei mais&lt;br /&gt;E ai?&lt;br /&gt;Vou reclamar?&lt;br /&gt;Ou vou voar pelo horizonte criando a minha própria vida?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8328769052356970690?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8328769052356970690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8328769052356970690' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8328769052356970690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8328769052356970690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/reclamar.html' title='reclamar'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWN-0jGajKI/AAAAAAAAARM/cAtsjjmBSEo/s72-c/janela+velha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1937321353885581259</id><published>2009-01-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:39:38.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>O florista  e sua  flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWDlWEpsNuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gKFGuPWOEoc/s1600-h/flor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287478129901450978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWDlWEpsNuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gKFGuPWOEoc/s400/flor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão cedo acordei&lt;br /&gt;Para cultivar e procurar a mais bela flor,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que tenha a cor do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E que transpire o ar de um ser apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas flores encontrei aquela&lt;br /&gt;Que cuidei com tanto amor,&lt;br /&gt;Derramei sobre ela o perfume do nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;As lagrimas das saudades e lembranças que me fazem ter você mais perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao teu encontro e te esperei com a mais bela flor,&lt;br /&gt;Mais onde estava você?&lt;br /&gt;O trem passou e não trouxe aquilo quero eu queria.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para trais com a esperança de ver você em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mais fiquei com apenas a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão de repente aquela flor&lt;br /&gt;Caiu naquele trilho,&lt;br /&gt;Tentei pegar – La&lt;br /&gt;Mais não consegui&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;A espera a matou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1937321353885581259?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1937321353885581259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1937321353885581259' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1937321353885581259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1937321353885581259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2009/01/o-florista-e-sua-flor.html' title='O florista  e sua  flor'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SWDlWEpsNuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gKFGuPWOEoc/s72-c/flor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-964539181660809302</id><published>2008-12-31T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:13:22.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>canção molhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVvzxSTdOmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UV6MCcQr_DU/s1600-h/lago1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286086615701994082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVvzxSTdOmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UV6MCcQr_DU/s400/lago1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentei ali,&lt;br /&gt;Perto daquele lago&lt;br /&gt;Esperei por você&lt;br /&gt;E você não veio.&lt;br /&gt;O amor,&lt;br /&gt;A esperança,&lt;br /&gt;O amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Só me restou escrever e cantar uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Bem baixinho, solfejando,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem violão, apenas com os acordes do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Transformado minhas lagrimas em uma melodia,&lt;br /&gt;Transformado minha saudade em uma letra que&lt;br /&gt;Sai de um coração sem tenência.&lt;br /&gt;Mais veio a chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Que levou a minha canção&lt;br /&gt;Que gritava em meio as águas daquele lago.&lt;br /&gt;E não pude fazer nada. Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Você apareceu e me deixou sem forças para pegar aquela canção.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-964539181660809302?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/964539181660809302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=964539181660809302' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/964539181660809302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/964539181660809302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/cano-molhada.html' title='canção molhada'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVvzxSTdOmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UV6MCcQr_DU/s72-c/lago1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7004590832774018241</id><published>2008-12-29T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:49:47.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>novo começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVkNjphxKLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8pejmPv4NFY/s1600-h/singing-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVkNjT_0K8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/w4ggBpA90CU/s1600-h/porta-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285270538010504130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVkNjT_0K8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/w4ggBpA90CU/s400/porta-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao abri a porta pensei.&lt;br /&gt;Seria um novo começo?&lt;br /&gt;Viveria um novo amor,&lt;br /&gt;Um novo sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quer trancar – me&lt;br /&gt;Em um quarto de dor,&lt;br /&gt;Decepções se posso&lt;br /&gt;Fazer e viver um novo começo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir sussurros e&lt;br /&gt;Cair em um lamacento&lt;br /&gt;Do meu passado?&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda posso abrir a porta&lt;br /&gt;E sair em busca de um novo começo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És que abrirei a porta,&lt;br /&gt;Irei sair nessa chuva que&lt;br /&gt;Cai como orvalho, e roreja&lt;br /&gt;O meu rosto e buscarei e farei&lt;br /&gt;Um novo começo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7004590832774018241?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7004590832774018241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7004590832774018241' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7004590832774018241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7004590832774018241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/novo-comeo.html' title='novo começo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVkNjT_0K8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/w4ggBpA90CU/s72-c/porta-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5272535372213810378</id><published>2008-12-24T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:16:26.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>olhar de  um menino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVKyHgvckpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xvW2P1Jhqmc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283481154976780946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVKyHgvckpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xvW2P1Jhqmc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O homem observava&lt;br /&gt;Aquele menino,&lt;br /&gt;Tão compungido, desprezível&lt;br /&gt;Sem presentes de natal,&lt;br /&gt;Sem um pai pra lhe dar a mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com um olhar estonteante&lt;br /&gt;O menino estendia a mão&lt;br /&gt;A todos que passavam por ali.&lt;br /&gt;O que será que ele pedia&lt;br /&gt;Pensou o homem fixando os olhos naquele menino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso pegar o taxi e ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Sem a menos perguntar a aquele menino&lt;br /&gt;Onde estar sua família,&lt;br /&gt;O que ele faz ali, sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Pensava o homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino sentou no banco&lt;br /&gt;Do aeroporto, e começou a observar&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que estavam comendo,&lt;br /&gt;Era como se ele tivesse com fome&lt;br /&gt;O que sentia aquele menino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei cadê sua mãe menino?&lt;br /&gt;O menino ficou espantando&lt;br /&gt;Pensado que o homem era um policial!&lt;br /&gt;Não me prenda moço.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava dormindo no colo da mamãe&lt;br /&gt;E quando acordei eu estava sozinho com&lt;br /&gt;Esse papel aqui, disse o menino ao homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei você que estar lendo esse bilhete&lt;br /&gt;Cuide do meu filho! Eu não posso cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Dele! Sabe por quê? Estou com AIDS e ele&lt;br /&gt;Também! Eu não posso cuidar desse garoto!&lt;br /&gt;Nem a menos tenho coragem de dizer a ele&lt;br /&gt;Que sua mãe tem AIDS e que ela passou para o&lt;br /&gt;Seu próprio filho! Por favor, cuide dele pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o homem&lt;br /&gt;Terminou de ler aquele bilhete&lt;br /&gt;Logo começou a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Abraçou o menino&lt;br /&gt;E disse que sua mãe tinha indo viajar&lt;br /&gt;Mais que seu pai acabara de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Ansioso para ver o seu filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5272535372213810378?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5272535372213810378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5272535372213810378' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5272535372213810378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5272535372213810378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/olhar-de-um-menino.html' title='olhar de  um menino'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SVKyHgvckpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xvW2P1Jhqmc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6525763512866627977</id><published>2008-12-20T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:17:02.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>vivendo e  entendedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SU2_0cSqAHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Q-MUoyWq5CM/s1600-h/viver.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282088845644005490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SU2_0cSqAHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Q-MUoyWq5CM/s400/viver.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entender às vezes a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Entender o amor que às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Me lacera, mareja os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;É tão difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo que me abandonou,&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que me traiu,&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho que se foi,&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra que me feriu&lt;br /&gt;Como entender essa vida&lt;br /&gt;Como entender esse amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A janela que falava aquela canção&lt;br /&gt;Estava fechada, essa janela era o teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto quis abrir pra mostrar o brilho do meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;A porta estava fechada, e essa porta era a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto você me falou mais que a falsidade fechou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na chuva tão forte,&lt;br /&gt;No calor que consome o frio da tua falta,&lt;br /&gt;No vidro da janela que prende tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;É quer Tento entender esse amor, esse viver.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6525763512866627977?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6525763512866627977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6525763512866627977' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6525763512866627977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6525763512866627977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/vivendo-e-entendedo.html' title='vivendo e  entendedo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SU2_0cSqAHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Q-MUoyWq5CM/s72-c/viver.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2183937951286572236</id><published>2008-12-14T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:51:40.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades de você'/><title type='text'>O teu sorrisso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SUVmU_jvIBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XQ4M4742r0U/s1600-h/sozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279738649006514194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SUVmU_jvIBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XQ4M4742r0U/s400/sozinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sabe o que é engraçado?&lt;br /&gt;É sentir sua falta,&lt;br /&gt;Sem a menos saber que você estar a pensa em mim.&lt;br /&gt;É olha para o azul do céu&lt;br /&gt;E lembra do azul dos seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;É olhar para o brilho das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E lembrar do brilho do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sentir a tua falta?&lt;br /&gt;Porque lembrar de você?&lt;br /&gt;Se a menos sei onde você estar!&lt;br /&gt;E o mais engraçado!&lt;br /&gt;Era quando você me encarava na sala de aula.&lt;br /&gt;Você sentado ali naquela cadeira dizendo que estava estudando&lt;br /&gt;Quando você estava era viajando no sorriso que saia dos meus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Nas brincadeiras, nas loucas travessuras de um aluno que apenas queria atenção.&lt;br /&gt;E o mais engraçado&lt;br /&gt;Quando sozinho eu sentava, e você lá, do outro lado me&lt;br /&gt;Olhava e ria pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se estou falando de você como uma amor, uma amizade&lt;br /&gt;Mais só sei que sinto falta de você.&lt;br /&gt;Que engraçado não é!&lt;br /&gt;E o dia estar se findando e aqui estou sozinho, olhando para as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;E pensado em você! Tentado encontrar um pouquinho de você nesse&lt;br /&gt;Infinito! Mais quando logo percebo que você se foi e que aqui fiquei com&lt;br /&gt;Apenas as lembranças de uma adolescente que um dia sorriu para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2183937951286572236?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2183937951286572236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2183937951286572236' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2183937951286572236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2183937951286572236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/o-teu-sorrisso.html' title='O teu sorrisso'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SUVmU_jvIBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/XQ4M4742r0U/s72-c/sozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2573900736909862526</id><published>2008-12-12T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:18:11.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SULYAFHeSkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LAQaZ1MXf5s/s1600-h/poeta.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279019209116764738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SULYAFHeSkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LAQaZ1MXf5s/s400/poeta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Poeta um menino&lt;br /&gt;Um adulto um ser&lt;br /&gt;Que com júbilos&lt;br /&gt;Descreve o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo um odorífero&lt;br /&gt;Agradável a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão melífluo,&lt;br /&gt;Que brinca como criança,&lt;br /&gt;Que voa como um pássaro,&lt;br /&gt;Que canta com sinfonia como&lt;br /&gt;Um canto de um sábia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites frias&lt;br /&gt;O poeta sozinho escreve,&lt;br /&gt;O poeta sozinho sente,&lt;br /&gt;O poeta sozinho olha – se no espelho&lt;br /&gt;E percebe que ele é apenas uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes ainda não foi dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta um ser tão manso e sábio&lt;br /&gt;Que traz flores ao deserto,&lt;br /&gt;Rosas aos espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Que fala e não se cala&lt;br /&gt;Que ouve e não fala;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poeta um ser de segredos,&lt;br /&gt;Dores e alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos e emoções&lt;br /&gt;Que a qualquer momento&lt;br /&gt;Traz ao mundo aquilo que muita&lt;br /&gt;Das vezes temos medo de falar ele vem,&lt;br /&gt;Traduz, diz, criticar com pequenas palavras de um ser poeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2573900736909862526?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2573900736909862526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2573900736909862526' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2573900736909862526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2573900736909862526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/poeta.html' title='Poeta'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SULYAFHeSkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LAQaZ1MXf5s/s72-c/poeta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1738270481406204559</id><published>2008-12-09T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:18:43.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ST89srKp6cI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jzHFpcmJulc/s1600-h/sozinho.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278005126012463554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ST89srKp6cI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jzHFpcmJulc/s400/sozinho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando sozinho estou,&lt;br /&gt;Leio aquele poema que tanto fala de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Canto aquela canção que parece que foi escrito pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Danço aquela dança que evola a imagem dócil da minh” alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espelho às vezes rir dos passos inventados&lt;br /&gt;Quando a música tocada, dos pulos de um louco&lt;br /&gt;Que solta a sua alma e flutua em suas palavras tão belas&lt;br /&gt;Cantadas e citadas e eriçadas o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entediado às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Preciso rir correr,&lt;br /&gt;Abri e sentar na janela&lt;br /&gt;E manjar pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que tão belas Deus criou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1738270481406204559?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1738270481406204559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1738270481406204559' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1738270481406204559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1738270481406204559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/sozinho.html' title='sozinho'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/ST89srKp6cI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jzHFpcmJulc/s72-c/sozinho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1800551431747528918</id><published>2008-12-05T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:19:13.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>multidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STnpus79r8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/k3UDlhVnpZY/s1600-h/multid%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276505426987167682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STnpus79r8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/k3UDlhVnpZY/s400/multid%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Gritei por você,&lt;br /&gt;Mais você nem olhou pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;O que fiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chão eu estava&lt;br /&gt;Entre a multidão eu me feria&lt;br /&gt;Afogando-me no mar das minhas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pode me ajudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria apenas uma palavra sua&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço, quem sabe,&lt;br /&gt;Um ombro amigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas que pena você não me deu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantei o meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Levantei a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Gritei por socorro&lt;br /&gt;Mais ninguém me estendeu a mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A multidão sumiu&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei sozinho&lt;br /&gt;A espera de você&lt;br /&gt;Mais você não apareceu.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1800551431747528918?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1800551431747528918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1800551431747528918' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1800551431747528918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1800551431747528918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/multido.html' title='multidão'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STnpus79r8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/k3UDlhVnpZY/s72-c/multid%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8536695708594573210</id><published>2008-12-04T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:19:48.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Éramos grandes amigos! Riamos juntos, sempre compartilhávamos as nossas loucuras, às vezes havia aquela briga, mais depois tudo passava pequenos momentos que hoje a caminho da Escola, sentando num banco da praça, ou às vezes sozinho em casa, me deparo a lembrar, pensar, rir... Às vezes penso que estou louco! Mais quando percebo que é um sentimento de falta. Estamos rodeados de pessoas, idiotas, belas, loucas, sensíveis... Enfim! Mais o nosso coração é como um armário! Ah! Objetivos que se quebram, ou que tão de repente precisamos tirar – lo do lugar, e colocarmos um novo, Mais quando nos deparamos com o nosso armário e logo percebemos que algo estar faltando o que será? O objeto velho? Assim é o coração a vida de alguém que precisa de amigos, que tem amigos! Quando um, por motivos que são tantos se separar de você, embora você continue a ter vários amigos, você sentira falta daquele que se foi.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sentir falta?&lt;br /&gt;Falta dói e dói na alma!&lt;br /&gt;Faz um coração sangrar derramando assim lembranças, momentos que lembrados traz um sorriso, uma lagrima, uma raiva... Ah! Que engraçado me peguei sentido falta de alguém. Há pessoas que não sabem a verdadeira definição da palavra amizade, não conhece o ser amigo verdadeiro! A vida é uma caixinha de surpresas, nossa! Ah! Surpresas que eu preferia que não existisse! Mais vou continuar andando de bicicleta e pensando nos velhos amigos que hoje se foram ou quer ainda estão aqui! Pois para pensar e lembrar, não se pagar!&lt;br /&gt;E porque não lembrar?&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu chore depois, ou entre em desespero, mais vou pensar... Vou lembrar-me daquele que um dia foi meu amigo. &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/6865468897432576552-8536695708594573210?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8536695708594573210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8536695708594573210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8536695708594573210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8536695708594573210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/falta.html' title='Falta'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6319568654778522654</id><published>2008-12-03T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:20:22.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>canção da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STc2n--XFTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Fd1F3hO2FFQ/s1600-h/violao.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275745549035181362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STc2n--XFTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Fd1F3hO2FFQ/s400/violao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canção da vida&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi com o coração,&lt;br /&gt;Com a paixão e o amor que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes não é correspondido,&lt;br /&gt;É machucando, maltratado&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes é compreendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a palidez de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes triste, escrevo letras nítidas,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo de o sentimento amar&lt;br /&gt;O acorde da minha canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorde que às vezes irrita esse poeta,&lt;br /&gt;Acorde que às vezes dói em minha canção,&lt;br /&gt;Acorde que às vezes é apenas um acorde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicado às vezes minha canção&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nem eu mesmo entendo&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Seria o amor tão complicado?&lt;br /&gt;Ou eu seria um ser complicado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever e cantar uma canção não são fáceis,&lt;br /&gt;Mais hei de cantar! Com amor ou sem&lt;br /&gt;Amor, pois enquanto eu viver e ser poeta&lt;br /&gt;Sempre haverá uma canção pra ser escrita e cantada por mim&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6319568654778522654?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6319568654778522654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6319568654778522654' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6319568654778522654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6319568654778522654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/12/cano-da-vida.html' title='canção da vida'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STc2n--XFTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Fd1F3hO2FFQ/s72-c/violao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7302598245704503503</id><published>2008-11-29T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:53:40.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>CIDADE DA DOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STG3pPzNAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DTRxISxeQW4/s1600-h/cidade++destruida.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274198557871375154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STG3pPzNAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DTRxISxeQW4/s400/cidade++destruida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ando na cidade da dor,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo corações destruídos,&lt;br /&gt;Vidas acabadas&lt;br /&gt;Onde estar à paz,&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade da dor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos becos da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Vejo crianças chorando,&lt;br /&gt;Mães em desespero,&lt;br /&gt;Onde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STG1iD-GMoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dgmJZa7_la0/s1600-h/cidade++destruida.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;estar o amor na cidade da dor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos sujas de sangue,&lt;br /&gt;Corpos caídos no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Meninas vendendo o seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;A adolescente abortando o seu próprio filho&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o amor na cidade da dor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dar-me uma esmola&lt;br /&gt;Pede um homem na calçada.&lt;br /&gt;Dar-me um prato de comida&lt;br /&gt;Pede uma criança do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o amor ao próximo&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade da dor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na periferia grita o ser&lt;br /&gt;Segurança, quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Mais quem se importa por aquele lugar!&lt;br /&gt;A não ser as drogas e a prostituição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidade vivida&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade da dor&lt;br /&gt;Alguém faz alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Grita o ser em desespero&lt;br /&gt;Como hei de sonhar e viver&lt;br /&gt;Se na cidade só vejo dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7302598245704503503?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7302598245704503503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7302598245704503503' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7302598245704503503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7302598245704503503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/ando-na-cidade-da-dor-vejo-coraes.html' title='CIDADE DA DOR'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/STG3pPzNAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DTRxISxeQW4/s72-c/cidade++destruida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-8356240792014472161</id><published>2008-11-24T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:57:27.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Porque Papai?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SSsigkDFS2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/BkfcY0dqEdY/s1600-h/crianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272345731595062114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SSsigkDFS2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/BkfcY0dqEdY/s400/crianca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me convidam para brincar!!&lt;br /&gt;- mais com lagrimas em meu rosto respondo não para os meus amiguinhos!&lt;br /&gt;Eles não entendem por quer!&lt;br /&gt;Vejo minha bonequinha de longe! Me dar vontade de correr em busca daquela bonequinha, pentear os seus cabelos, de vestir uma roupinha, como se fosse a minha filhinha! Mais quando vou tentar brincar, me vem à cena do papai! Tirando a minha roupa! Tocando em minhas partes intimas, abusando da minha própria inocência.&lt;br /&gt;- Não papai! Não faça isso! Sou apenas uma criança!&lt;br /&gt;Mais papai não estar nem ai com isso!&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias vou para a escola! Mais não sinto mais vontade de estudar! A professora às vezes me perguntar! Se estar tudo bem comigo! Eu até tenho vontade de dizer o que o meu pai faz comigo. Mas papai disse que mataria a minha mãe se eu contasse alguma coisa a alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ele faz isso comigo? Sou apenas sua filhinha!&lt;br /&gt;Sabe todos os dias quando papai chegar do trabalho eu corria para os seus braços, para o seu colo, mais agora já corro é com medo, às vezes até me escondo! Mas é quando mamãe diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Filha vem dar um abraço no Papai!&lt;br /&gt;E quando quase chorando eu vou abraçar o papai!&lt;br /&gt;Quando mamãe Sai, as lagrimas começam a cair do meu rosto! Meu pai já estar me tocando! Me pai já estar me beijando! E eu não posso fazer nada! Sou apenas uma criança indefesa! A minha alma grita por socorro! Mais que pena ninguém pode me escutar! É! eu não posso fazer nada! Tenho que viver assim sendo estuprada pelo meu próprio pai!&lt;br /&gt;- Porque papai você faz isso comigo se te amo tanto? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-8356240792014472161?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/8356240792014472161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=8356240792014472161' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8356240792014472161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/8356240792014472161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/porque-papai.html' title='Porque Papai?'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SSsigkDFS2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/BkfcY0dqEdY/s72-c/crianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5626196940129269721</id><published>2008-11-21T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:21:24.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Menino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SScnIjwL2VI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ua3UTS732eI/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271224916850235730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SScnIjwL2VI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ua3UTS732eI/s400/cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Debaixo de uma arvore&lt;br /&gt;Estava um menino,&lt;br /&gt;Com um rosto sujo&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso distante,&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de tanto chorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém queria brincar com o menino&lt;br /&gt;O menino queria apenas carinho&lt;br /&gt;De uma mãe, um abraço de um pai,&lt;br /&gt;Pular com outros meninos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ninguém lhe dava atenção&lt;br /&gt;O menino estava esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Ali debaixo daquela arvore,&lt;br /&gt;Junto apenas com sua inocência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino pensou:&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas esqueceram-se de ser criança&lt;br /&gt;Não querem mais brincar!&lt;br /&gt;Não são mais inocentes!&lt;br /&gt;Perderam a essência da vida&lt;br /&gt;Pensam apenas em ser adultos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria quer todo adulto&lt;br /&gt;Fosse uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe assim as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Não se esqueceria da inocência de ser feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5626196940129269721?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5626196940129269721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5626196940129269721' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5626196940129269721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5626196940129269721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/menino.html' title='Menino'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SScnIjwL2VI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ua3UTS732eI/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3970829449102603212</id><published>2008-11-18T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:22:04.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Pequeno Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SSMXMKUtdqI/AAAAAAAAANo/w46VfLZRYhQ/s1600-h/escrevendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270081486650701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SSMXMKUtdqI/AAAAAAAAANo/w46VfLZRYhQ/s400/escrevendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Contristado e oprimido&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do seu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Rabisca e rabisca&lt;br /&gt;Falando da sua dor,&lt;br /&gt;Sua paixão seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Porque estais assim&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno poeta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Estar à emoção e sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;De um poeta que vive&lt;br /&gt;A voar, sonhar em busca do&lt;br /&gt;Infinito em busca do verdadeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;Do verdadeiro sentido da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ri chora...&lt;br /&gt;Ao lembrar, e não ter e apenas escrever,&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o amor que um dia esteve perto&lt;br /&gt;Mais hoje estar longe,&lt;br /&gt;Além do horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que triste oh! Poeta&lt;br /&gt;Que na noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Conta apenas com a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Dor e problemas&lt;br /&gt;Mais tu me surpreende&lt;br /&gt;Pois ainda encontras forças&lt;br /&gt;Para escrever a sua poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! pequeno poeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3970829449102603212?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3970829449102603212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3970829449102603212' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3970829449102603212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3970829449102603212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/pequeno-poeta.html' title='Pequeno Poeta'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SSMXMKUtdqI/AAAAAAAAANo/w46VfLZRYhQ/s72-c/escrevendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-6988156514592764852</id><published>2008-11-15T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:59:29.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falando da vida'/><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SR-TgwroPNI/AAAAAAAAANg/plAdBEyUyxc/s1600-h/banco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269092280079760594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SR-TgwroPNI/AAAAAAAAANg/plAdBEyUyxc/s400/banco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tão cansado estou,&lt;br /&gt;Vou parar um pouco e descansar,&lt;br /&gt;Sentar um pouco&lt;br /&gt;No banco desse jardim&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os melindres das&lt;br /&gt;Flores que faz esse jardim&lt;br /&gt;Tão belo em seu perfume e em suas cores,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o soprar do vento&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as palavras contornadas&lt;br /&gt;Pelos meus sentimentos e emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Jogar no mar das coisas passadas&lt;br /&gt;O monturo da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E contemplar o presente&lt;br /&gt;Que contorno com suaves traços&lt;br /&gt;De sentimentos tão belos que traz a mim&lt;br /&gt;A verdadeira definição do que é viver.&lt;br /&gt;Agora hei de seguir a minha caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Pois parei e descansei,&lt;br /&gt;Mais todos os dias que passar por esse banco&lt;br /&gt;E jardim irei aqui sentar&lt;br /&gt;E com os meus sentimentos irei além&lt;br /&gt;Desse mar e horizonte ao encontro&lt;br /&gt;Da verdadeira definição do meu viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-6988156514592764852?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/6988156514592764852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=6988156514592764852' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6988156514592764852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/6988156514592764852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SR-TgwroPNI/AAAAAAAAANg/plAdBEyUyxc/s72-c/banco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-5671147210257217068</id><published>2008-11-11T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:01:44.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRn3EUekjFI/AAAAAAAAANY/LQweZ6NULho/s1600-h/adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267512892774976594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRn3EUekjFI/AAAAAAAAANY/LQweZ6NULho/s400/adeus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adeus!&lt;br /&gt;Não! Direi essa palavra a você&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Minha paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Podes estar longe,&lt;br /&gt;Mais sei que estará bem aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Pertinho do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Fecharei os meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Verei o teu brilho,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvirei a tua voz,&lt;br /&gt;Sentirei o teu perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Sentarei naquele banco&lt;br /&gt;Ouvirei aquela canção,&lt;br /&gt;Que você sempre cantava no chuveiro,&lt;br /&gt;Verei aquele filme, lerei aquela poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca te direi Adeus,&lt;br /&gt;Pois serás sempre eterno em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-5671147210257217068?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/5671147210257217068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=5671147210257217068' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5671147210257217068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/5671147210257217068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/adeus.html' title='Adeus'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRn3EUekjFI/AAAAAAAAANY/LQweZ6NULho/s72-c/adeus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-1205322098358728043</id><published>2008-11-07T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:23:00.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>vivendo sentindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRSyN2R6i5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hzNmbCplmj0/s1600-h/luar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266029815281650578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRSyN2R6i5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hzNmbCplmj0/s400/luar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a música se foi&lt;br /&gt;e o silencio ficou,&lt;br /&gt;com ele dancei&lt;br /&gt;e com ele chorei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei na vida&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em você,&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em nós,&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em vós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apreciando o&lt;br /&gt;Intimismo das&lt;br /&gt;Canções belas do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Vida, paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri das aventuras&lt;br /&gt;Das fotografias tocadas&lt;br /&gt;E sentidas emoções,&lt;br /&gt;Dos amigos que tanto me tocaram o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corri ao nítido do luar,&lt;br /&gt;E lá fiquei, rindo, chorando&lt;br /&gt;Cantando, dançado....&lt;br /&gt;Pois o que vale é viver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com dor, problema, sozinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com você ou sem você,&lt;br /&gt;Não posso me prender,&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida estar ai pra se viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-1205322098358728043?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/1205322098358728043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=1205322098358728043' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1205322098358728043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/1205322098358728043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/vivendo-sentindo.html' title='vivendo sentindo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRSyN2R6i5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hzNmbCplmj0/s72-c/luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-715225261114569247</id><published>2008-11-06T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:24:02.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SROitjhASLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FwlKFS5H7mE/s1600-h/liberdade.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265731292837726386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SROitjhASLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FwlKFS5H7mE/s400/liberdade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa falar de liberdade é meio cruel. Não? É fácil, espera deixa eu ver. “Liberdade” significa a condição de um indivíduo não ser submetido ao domínio de outro e, por isso, ter pleno poder sobre si mesmo e sobre seus atos. O ser humano nasce, cresce até ai tudo bem, mais quando ele já tem a noção de tudo e todo nasce em si à busca pela liberdade. E com essa liberdade vêm as escolhas. O que serei? O que sou? O que quero ser? Que profissão seguir? São escolhas que já vem em nossa mente lá na nossa adolescência e nos seguir a cada passo dado. Somos seres livres! Mais nem por isso, vou sair por ai fazendo tudo e com todos! Colho o que planto, posso me ferir com os espinhos que eu mesmo plantei! Por isso cuidado com suas escolhas, cuidado com a tal liberdade. E não para por aqui, quando falamos em liberdade, vêm às escolhas e quando falamos em escolhas vêm os desafios! Todos os dias que gritamos o grito da liberdade e saímos para fazer as nossas escolhas somos desafiados a lutar por aquilo que queremos usufruir, usar, ser... Você é um ser livre mais cuidado, suas escolhas podem se torna a grande conseqüência do teu sofrimento hoje, no agora ou amanha no mais tarde.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-715225261114569247?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/715225261114569247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=715225261114569247' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/715225261114569247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/715225261114569247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/liberdade.html' title='liberdade'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SROitjhASLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FwlKFS5H7mE/s72-c/liberdade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2874726782403366717</id><published>2008-11-06T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:03:06.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRMpFx7_hLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z6rbx-AAGXc/s1600-h/sereno.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265597568607290546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRMpFx7_hLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z6rbx-AAGXc/s400/sereno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão sereno é o meu pensar&lt;br /&gt;Tão feérico, tão grácil,&lt;br /&gt;Que trago a rabiscos&lt;br /&gt;Meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Que grila o ódio, traição...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras tão melodiosas&lt;br /&gt;Que vem do meu sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Andar, correr, chorar, dançar,&lt;br /&gt;Que rabisco e rabisco&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo a monologar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentar em meu canto,&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo de uma árvore não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Quero pensar quero rabiscar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ondear em meu pensar&lt;br /&gt;E quero apenas é sonhar.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2874726782403366717?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2874726782403366717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2874726782403366717' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2874726782403366717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2874726782403366717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/pensar.html' title='pensar'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SRMpFx7_hLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z6rbx-AAGXc/s72-c/sereno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3827116119535578836</id><published>2008-11-03T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:26:08.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Os  desafios da   vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQ9vauW0lOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8C1SDGvDAvk/s1600-h/14_06_2008-desafios.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264548994330432738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQ9vauW0lOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8C1SDGvDAvk/s400/14_06_2008-desafios.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa! que palavra tão forte, desafio, ou desafios. Em um texto escrito por Humbertho Oliveira, Psicoterapeuta Somático, o mesmo diz que os desafios da vida já começam no nosso nascimento, vamos ver o que ele diz: “Quando a gente começa na vida, somos uma semente de gente que atravessa uma das trompas do útero de nossa mãe, empurrada aos trancos e barrancos. Em seguida, alcançando a cavidade uterina, estamos diante da necessidade de nos plantarmos, para poder germinar. O nosso primeiro momento se constitui num desafio, o de passar a existir”. olha que dificuldade! Os desafios já começam logo ao nascemos, vamos parar um pouco e refletimos, naqueles que não conseguem vencer o primeiro desafio da vida! Enquanto nós somos vitoriosos, pois vencemos esse primeiro desafio! Não é verdade! E porque reclamar, parar, olhar pra trais, se a vida já é um desafio desde o nosso nascimento? Vamos Olhar para a vida de Jesus, um grande exemplo. Todos os dias Jesus era desafiado, mais Ele nunca baixou a sua cabeça para os desafios, pelo contrario Ele enfrentava – os. Ah! Mais Jesus era o filho de Deus! Muito bem! Mais a bíblia diz que ele veio em forma humana. Somos desafiados na vida profissional, na família, no relacionamento, em toda a jornada seguida. Mais os desafios são oportunidades pra crescemos e sermos mais vivos. Cada desafio, uma ponte a ser atravessado, um caminho a ser seguido, uma lagrima a ser derramada e uma vida a ser vivida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3827116119535578836?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3827116119535578836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3827116119535578836' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3827116119535578836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3827116119535578836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/os-desafios-da-vida.html' title='Os  desafios da   vida'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQ9vauW0lOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8C1SDGvDAvk/s72-c/14_06_2008-desafios.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3881086269359195022</id><published>2008-11-02T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:26:39.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Rotineiro  de  plantão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQ3-WK0ZPSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_wxsm86hzL0/s1600-h/rotina.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264143196280667426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQ3-WK0ZPSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_wxsm86hzL0/s400/rotina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E que tal falamos agora de rotina! Faz parte da nossa vida não é verdade? Acordamos lá estar ela do nosso lado, quando abrimos a porta de nossa casa lá estar ela nos esperando! Mais olha se sua namorada (o) estive na porta, não vai pensar que é ela, viu? Brincadeira!&lt;br /&gt;Mais o que Será rotina? Vamos ver o que o dicionário diz:&lt;br /&gt;Rotina é o “caminho percorrido e conhecido, em geral trilhado maquinalmente” ou “seqüência de atos ou procedimentos que se observa pela força do hábito” ou ainda “uso, prática, norma geral de procedimentos”. Já sabemos o que é rotina, mais onde ela estar em nossas vidas? Deixa-me ver.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo cedo. não? Acordo tarde dar mal tempo de eu sentir o gosto do café, todos os dias vou pelo menos caminho para o serviço ou para a escola. Quando entro em minha sala de trabalho já penso na saída. Não é verdade? Quando você chegar em casa, cansado do serviço, isso é se você não precisar ir para a faculdade. Você mal consegue chegar na porta do seu quarto, já é caído na cama. Isso é se você não morar sozinho e tiver alguém que gritar:&lt;br /&gt;- hoje é teu diz de você limpar o banheiro! Hehe! Mais que tal darmos um chegar na rotina! E que tal começamos agora! Vamos! lá! Pule da rotina, corra na aventura. Acorde bem cedo! Ao som de uma música agite o seu corpo! Vá pelo um caminho diferente para o trabalho. Mude sua mesa de posição! Se surpreenda! Faça da sua vida algo mais interessante, diferente! Algo que não seja igual ao de sempre. Tudo se torna diferente quando abrimos a janela do buscar. Eu vou buscar! Grite isso! Vou buscar novos sonhos, novos caminho, se vou por aqui! Hoje não vou! Se acordar assim, hoje não vou acordar assim. É engraçado sabe o quer? Nós nos limitamos à rotina, ou seja, não abrimos as asas que temos da liberdade pra criamos pra sermos muito mais do que rotineiros de plantão! Chegar! Para de resmungar, de ser queixar:&lt;br /&gt;- oh vida! Nada dar certo pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim palavras que não faltam para rotineiros. Deus nos dar todos os dias oportunidades, mais somos tão idiotas que pegamos essas oportunidades e jogamos na mala da rotina e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de ser rotineiro, vá, siga, cuide, procure, sonhe acorde, viva. Não se deixe ser escravo da tua própria rotina se tornando assim um rotineiro de plantão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3881086269359195022?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3881086269359195022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3881086269359195022' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3881086269359195022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3881086269359195022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/11/rotineiro-de-planto.html' title='Rotineiro  de  plantão'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQ3-WK0ZPSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_wxsm86hzL0/s72-c/rotina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2671462396096874461</id><published>2008-10-31T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:27:21.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Você abre a porta de sua casa e quando você lembra que aquele caminho parece com um&lt;br /&gt;Amigo que todos os dias vinham por ali, e de longe já te tirava um sorrindo, ou com um amor, que de longe assediava teu coração, ou com alguém da família, primo, irmão, tio... Parentes, vamos dizer assim. Você se sente feliz. Por quê? Lembra das tardes de criança? Lá estava você brincando, correndo com seu amiguinho, jogando uma bola, ou outra brincadeira qualquer. Ou quando batia o sinal da escola, e você tão feliz, sentava na calçada ou no banco da escola, e ficava ali, esperando o seu amigo, o Francisco, ou a Raimunda, ou um amor, paixão de adolescente. Nossa! Tantas lembranças. Às vezes você deitar na cama e ao virar para esquerda ou direita você dar de cara com uma fotografia. Onde você não sabe se ri ou se chora, pois ali estão rostos lindos, talvez feio de amigos que um dia esteve bem ai, pertinho de você, mais que hoje estão longe. Saudade não é? Ou quando o telefone toca e você larga tudo pra ir atender, e quando você escuta:&lt;br /&gt;- alô!&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas começam a cair do teu rosto. Isso tem um nome, você sabe qual é nome? Saudade não é? Lembranças. Ela às vezes nos faz chorar, nos alegra. Mais fica aqui a esperança de vermos de novo, os amigos da infância, as paixões, o tio, primo, irmão, mãe, pai, enfim de vermos. E nesse dia você será uma criança brincando, um adolescente batendo um papo, você viverá de novo momentos que talvez hoje você não viva mais.&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/6865468897432576552-2671462396096874461?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2671462396096874461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2671462396096874461' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2671462396096874461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2671462396096874461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-3729025551691333803</id><published>2008-10-31T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:27:58.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQtS0uuk7DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8jS600o8PJo/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263391655362620466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQtS0uuk7DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8jS600o8PJo/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sozinho no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de um galho que&lt;br /&gt;Roçara o vidro da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o vento uivava lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Senti – me tão enervante&lt;br /&gt;Por não suportar a tua falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebrei o vidro da janela&lt;br /&gt;No impulso de te ver&lt;br /&gt;E corri ao encontro da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Mais cai em meio às lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E tão leso eu fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não posso te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Por tão longe tu estar.&lt;br /&gt;Mais como o rochedo resiste impávido&lt;br /&gt;A violência das ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu resisto a saudade e tenho em mim&lt;br /&gt;A esperança de um dia te encontrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-3729025551691333803?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/3729025551691333803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=3729025551691333803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3729025551691333803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/3729025551691333803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/10/saudade.html' title='saudade'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQtS0uuk7DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8jS600o8PJo/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2488334095580658511</id><published>2008-10-29T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:28:43.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>EU TE   AMO AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQiJGV4EQXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MuUcQ8TZR1w/s1600-h/amigos+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262606906626949490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQiJGV4EQXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MuUcQ8TZR1w/s400/amigos+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ontem foi feriado! Graças a Deus! E pra mim foi um dos melhores feriados que já tive?&lt;br /&gt;Sabe por quê? Eu estava ao lado de grandes amigos! Pessoas que muita das vezes não dava atenção! Mais olha tão de repente se tornou uma pessoa especial pra mim. Começamos pela tarde! Assistimos um bom filme, acompanhado por grandes risadas!&lt;br /&gt;Mais pense num sorriso bonito é aquele que vem de um amigo seu! Depois demos um pequeno intervalo! Mais ao anoitecer, estávamos todos juntos de novo. Um amigo nosso estava aniversariando! Não tínhamos preparado nada, mais logo providenciamos uma surpresa. E olha que surpresa! As horas se passaram e lá estávamos juntos conversando, fazendo trabalho de escola! Vida de pobre não é fácil! Hehe! Quando todos saíram fiquei sozinho pensando. Nos amigos que tenho! As vezes o amigo não precisa estar perto! Claro que perto seria melhor! Mais quando tão de repente o telefone toca! E ele diz! Alô! Sou eu Francisco ! Ou quando uma carta chegar do correio e é seu grande amigo te contado que já encontrou um grande amor! Ou mesmo no Orkut quando ele te manda aquele recadinho! Que faz aumenta mais ainda a saudade, ou mesmo pelo MSN. Aproveite suas amizades, abrace, vivas aventuras, chore com seus amigos! A vida as vezes nos dar grandes oportunidades para rimos, choramos, nos alegramos com os nosso grandes amigos, porque talvez amanhã quem sabe possa existir um grande horizonte entre ambos. Por isso! Vai agora nesse exato momento! Onde estar seu amigo! Der um abraço, diga a ele o quanto ele é importante pra você! Pois amigos são importantes em nossas vidas! Vá lá e diga apenas três palavras, ou não quatro que podem tirar do seu amigo a lágrima ou até um sorriso tão belo.&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO MEU AMIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2488334095580658511?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2488334095580658511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2488334095580658511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2488334095580658511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2488334095580658511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/10/eu-te-amo-amigo.html' title='EU TE   AMO AMIGO'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SQiJGV4EQXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MuUcQ8TZR1w/s72-c/amigos+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7113198794267395663</id><published>2008-10-22T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:29:24.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>presente  da alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SP-euPArkpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uAkGN5EkO88/s1600-h/Amizade+(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260097406932587154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SP-euPArkpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uAkGN5EkO88/s400/Amizade+(37).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SP-eXnO9U8I/AAAAAAAAALw/I5Vb9vjpSqE/s1600-h/BUD046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizade tão bela&lt;br /&gt;Que brilha como o sol,&lt;br /&gt;Que aquece o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Através de gestos e emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade, um presente&lt;br /&gt;Que zelo e cuido com carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Que consigo traz a alegria&lt;br /&gt;De lágrimas e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Junto a correntes que unem corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade, presente da alma,&lt;br /&gt;Não se comprar,&lt;br /&gt;Não se vende,&lt;br /&gt;E não se dar,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas conquistar com a alma e o coração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7113198794267395663?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7113198794267395663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7113198794267395663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7113198794267395663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7113198794267395663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/10/presente-da-alma.html' title='presente  da alma'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SP-euPArkpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uAkGN5EkO88/s72-c/Amizade+(37).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-4359701255109533001</id><published>2008-10-22T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:30:10.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SP-ausfsXYI/AAAAAAAAALo/kaX8lQ7vw7s/s1600-h/amor+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260093016800779650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SP-ausfsXYI/AAAAAAAAALo/kaX8lQ7vw7s/s400/amor+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SP-aC8Sro8I/AAAAAAAAALg/hu84mVVDOF8/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sentimento tão belo&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento tão nobre&lt;br /&gt;estar no sorriso e na lágrima&lt;br /&gt;que cai do rosto de uma mãe&lt;br /&gt;que ver seu filho nascer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Que corre no coração&lt;br /&gt;De quem dar a mão&lt;br /&gt;A alguém no momento de sua&lt;br /&gt;Dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento presente&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras de um poeta&lt;br /&gt;Na dança de um dançarino&lt;br /&gt;Na cantar de um cantor,&lt;br /&gt;E na vida de quem vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento eterno&lt;br /&gt;Que abre a janela da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo a porta do coração&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo as asas da paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o amor que toca eleva&lt;br /&gt;E encantar que traduz o silencio&lt;br /&gt;De um coração apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-4359701255109533001?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/4359701255109533001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=4359701255109533001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4359701255109533001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4359701255109533001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/10/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SP-ausfsXYI/AAAAAAAAALo/kaX8lQ7vw7s/s72-c/amor+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-4494026566909990497</id><published>2008-10-19T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:31:00.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>dia -a - dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtl7cGFbkI/AAAAAAAAALY/CuGbxfUsdOk/s1600-h/Anjos+e+diabretes+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258909061713587778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtl7cGFbkI/AAAAAAAAALY/CuGbxfUsdOk/s400/Anjos+e+diabretes+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Todas as horas&lt;br /&gt;Preciso amar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso viver&lt;br /&gt;E sonhar eternamente como um louco apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado pelas flores&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado pelo infinito,&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado por alguém,&lt;br /&gt;E com gáudio vou seguindo&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter medo de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decrépito eu serei&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas existir&lt;br /&gt;E não deixar me apaixonar pelas agradáveis&lt;br /&gt;E perfeita cores da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo,&lt;br /&gt;Amando,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo louco,&lt;br /&gt;Caindo e&lt;br /&gt;Levantando&lt;br /&gt;Irei seguido&lt;br /&gt;No tic tac do relógio da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-4494026566909990497?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/4494026566909990497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=4494026566909990497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4494026566909990497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/4494026566909990497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/10/dia-dia.html' title='dia -a - dia'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtl7cGFbkI/AAAAAAAAALY/CuGbxfUsdOk/s72-c/Anjos+e+diabretes+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-2262672703567729638</id><published>2008-10-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:32:08.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>o enfrentar da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtkaHIeS-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2i0zOFLg-yE/s1600-h/pensado+na++vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258907389639150562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="309" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtkaHIeS-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2i0zOFLg-yE/s400/pensado+na++vida.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfrento tudo na vida&lt;br /&gt;Com elegância&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar em parar&lt;br /&gt;E só pensado em prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não olho para trais,&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu índole perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Conquisto sonhos e desejos&lt;br /&gt;Mourejando sem cessar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seduzo pelo meu jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;Com nitidez do meu raciocínio&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que me olham e dizem:&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ouriçarei as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; grades&lt;br /&gt;Que querem me prender&lt;br /&gt;Com a incontrolável e louca&lt;br /&gt;Simplicidade que me faz ser o que sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-2262672703567729638?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/2262672703567729638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=2262672703567729638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2262672703567729638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/2262672703567729638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/10/o-enfrentar-da-vida.html' title='o enfrentar da vida'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtkaHIeS-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2i0zOFLg-yE/s72-c/pensado+na++vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6865468897432576552.post-7026418972449981161</id><published>2008-10-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:38:51.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>céu tão lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtiMvldG1I/AAAAAAAAALI/MIVbxv7chAo/s1600-h/CÃU.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904960956701522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtiMvldG1I/AAAAAAAAALI/MIVbxv7chAo/s400/C%C3%89U.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O céu estar tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Não via essa beleza&lt;br /&gt;Há alguns dias atrais&lt;br /&gt;Pois os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Só via tempestades.&lt;br /&gt;Tempestades de dor,&lt;br /&gt;Tempestades de tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Mais ao parar um minuto&lt;br /&gt;Puder perceber que tudo&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser belo aos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Bastar apenas olhar com o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6865468897432576552-7026418972449981161?l=www.dierrisson.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/feeds/7026418972449981161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6865468897432576552&amp;postID=7026418972449981161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7026418972449981161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6865468897432576552/posts/default/7026418972449981161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dierrisson.com/2008/10/o-cu-estar-to-lindo-no-via-essa-beleza.html' title='céu tão lindo'/><author><name>Menino Dieke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157636280485017507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fGZYvpEWHWI/TZsgPb7SJCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/9osraf7v4yo/s220/OgAAANGxWI1xMtfLGOD0BDKrxRdBZWQWe7zt5_Uc3MayV6XYmHSMLd-nOq7bdijxMj0uvCVqmhzrMb9f5vrHcDDdUZAAm1T1UAs4Vu4y-CKx-WJSvvNwBODxKZ2a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPYmKQoHdCk/SPtiMvldG1I/AAAAAAAAALI/MIVbxv7chAo/s72-c/C%C3%89U.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
