<?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-20379103</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:22:43.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When this hole in my heart will be mended?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetamorta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20379103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetamorta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Crestfallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02284964719734227246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20379103.post-113727498100374181</id><published>2006-01-14T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:38:13.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simples Querer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser música, suave melodia&lt;br /&gt;que parece infinita, porém, esvai-se belamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser nuvem, só espírito, filete de água doce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria acabar mansa e delicadamente, é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder mandar no meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Segurá-lo nas mãos e estancar toda lágrima num abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser cor e sombra&lt;br /&gt;para penetrar espaços secretos impossíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu - egoísta - queria ser dona de planeta&lt;br /&gt;onde apenas houvesse crepúsculo cinza-laranja e noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser vento, aragem solta&lt;br /&gt;para poder sentir as flores e a terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria me transformar em perfume&lt;br /&gt;e chegar dançando a qualquer lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria alcançar você, é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/13, janeiro/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poesia estranha, simplista... Feita com um pouco de pressa e impulso.&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/20379103-113727498100374181?l=poetamorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetamorta.blogspot.com/feeds/113727498100374181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20379103&amp;postID=113727498100374181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20379103/posts/default/113727498100374181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20379103/posts/default/113727498100374181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetamorta.blogspot.com/2006/01/simples-querer-eu-queria-ser-msica.html' title=''/><author><name>The Crestfallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02284964719734227246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20379103.post-113606498770549880</id><published>2005-12-31T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:35:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra começar... Uma poesia que não tem muito a ver com como estou me sentindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liberté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso pensar em que caminho tomar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Os objetivos tenho todos, brilhando a bailar quando fecho os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Direções incertas a futuro certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;lerdeiam-me, paralisam-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aprisionada sonhando liberdade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As grades da cela tapam a visão dum real horizonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A pressão é tão grande em meio à minha digníssima hesitação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou quieta como uma xícara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;transbordando de medo escaldante que machuca e fede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Há véus tapando-me os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;e Morpheus, sedutor, luta por envolver-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ardente de desejo vou destruir as janelas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;atear fogo nas paredes anêmicas de meu quarto amadeirado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;rapitar a arte e guarda-la comigo debaixo dos braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;e rasgar todos os mapas, para poder viajar estradas desconhecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;vestida de pétalas de flores no vento frescosob o céu estrelado da noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(26/Dezembro/05)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20379103-113606498770549880?l=poetamorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetamorta.blogspot.com/feeds/113606498770549880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20379103&amp;postID=113606498770549880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20379103/posts/default/113606498770549880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20379103/posts/default/113606498770549880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetamorta.blogspot.com/2005/12/pra-comear.html' title=''/><author><name>The Crestfallen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02284964719734227246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
