<?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-8739130246028977872</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:52:21.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senhora Baratinha</title><subtitle type='html'>tudo vem de uma falta do que fazer...
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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-8142897418545502330</id><published>2009-08-29T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:48:41.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boas noticoas me cercam&lt;br /&gt;as melhores que ja pode ouvir&lt;br /&gt;as mais faceis de se acreditar&lt;br /&gt;esta noite é minha&lt;br /&gt;e n tentem me fazer para!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-8142897418545502330?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8142897418545502330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8142897418545502330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2009/08/boas-noticoas-me-cercam-as-melhores-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7467644594727403102</id><published>2009-08-22T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:46:18.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Bubuia!</title><content type='html'>Já que não estamos aqui só à passeio.&lt;br /&gt;já que a vida enfim não é recreio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou na bubuia, eu vou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuo, navegando sem tirar os pés do chão,&lt;br /&gt;365 dias na missão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na bubuia eu vou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subo o rio no contra fluxo,&lt;br /&gt;à margem da loucura,&lt;br /&gt;na fé que a vida&lt;br /&gt;após a morte continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu vou na bubuia, eu vou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entoo uma toada em dia de noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;na sequência, na cadência, na fissura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou na bubuia, eu vou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou suave, bebendo água na cuia.&lt;br /&gt;Olho aberto, papo reto,&lt;br /&gt;o peito como bússula.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum receio do lado negro da lua,&lt;br /&gt;que me guia, na bubuia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou na bubuia, eu vou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O destino é o mar onde vou me desfazer,&lt;br /&gt;contente a deslizar na correnteza do viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na bubuia eu vou...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou na bubuia, eu vou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7467644594727403102?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7467644594727403102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7467644594727403102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2009/08/na-bubuia.html' title='Na Bubuia!'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-5461467112152320652</id><published>2009-08-12T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:58:35.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem você mudou&lt;br /&gt;E falar&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem será nós dois!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso esperar &lt;br /&gt;sem te ver&lt;br /&gt;Não posso não&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu quero viver &lt;br /&gt;Com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, vá embora não!&lt;br /&gt;Não posso te perder não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fabio Rocha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-5461467112152320652?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5461467112152320652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5461467112152320652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-dizer-meu-bem-voce-mudou-e-falar-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-8709121163078886685</id><published>2009-07-14T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:30:38.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva na Floresta!</title><content type='html'>Os olhos debulham-se...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mais nem por que&lt;br /&gt;Ardem.&lt;br /&gt;O que dói esta no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Apertado por uma decisão, que a coragem não me deixa tomar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não quero mais, o que um dia tanto quis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva acida cai na minha floresta tão verde&lt;br /&gt;Tudo seca!&lt;br /&gt;Os bichos fogem sabe lá deus pra onde&lt;br /&gt;E eu parada ali, vendo tudo ruir &lt;br /&gt;Sem corre, nem querendo ficar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-8709121163078886685?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8709121163078886685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8709121163078886685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2009/07/chuva-na-floresta.html' title='Chuva na Floresta!'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-2886754639712286713</id><published>2009-06-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:11:52.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRISTEZA</title><content type='html'>*Anchela Monte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;os filhos dormem:&lt;br /&gt;luz, amor, carinho.&lt;br /&gt;e tenho minha alma em desalinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vigio e cuido da vida&lt;br /&gt;entre muros e madrugadas.&lt;br /&gt;tenho em cada janela &lt;br /&gt;uma passagem inesperada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chove finalmente&lt;br /&gt;e o céu continua iluminado.&lt;br /&gt;meu coraçao pertubado&lt;br /&gt;tenho vontade de sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-vai, minha alma, passear por aí&lt;br /&gt;sozinha na paisagem marinha&lt;br /&gt;chorar sem mesmo sentir.&lt;br /&gt;vai, deixando amarrada uma linha&lt;br /&gt;que não venha a se partir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-2886754639712286713?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/2886754639712286713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/2886754639712286713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2009/06/tristeza.html' title='TRISTEZA'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-5266814386944027502</id><published>2009-05-31T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:57:53.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervoso!</title><content type='html'>... &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nossa que louco esse sentimento que me toma, sensações incrivelmente instigante explodem dentro de mim. Ao meio redor rostos conhecidos, estremecidos, e ao meu lado, “A noite” da pesada... Ufa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, o coração treme... As mãos pulsam, e os olhos se desfazem em lagrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços consolam meu coração tão inseguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, Amanha tem mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-5266814386944027502?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5266814386944027502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5266814386944027502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2009/05/nervoso.html' title='Nervoso!'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-4619805164103764448</id><published>2009-04-28T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:46:03.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andar sozinha já não me basta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não tenho dois pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que me completa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é incapaz de confundir-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só na dor que respiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As portas se abrem, porem, só lacunas preenche o espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacunas que movem o meu ser tão intranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria Alice na minha vida sem cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou a Dorothy pode me fazer esse favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-4619805164103764448?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/4619805164103764448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/4619805164103764448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2009/04/andar-sozinha-ja-n-me-basta-ja-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-6391524185147638289</id><published>2009-01-10T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:52:12.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cançao da Mulher que Virou Barco</title><content type='html'>Transgrido tantas leis&lt;br /&gt;que já nem sinto&lt;br /&gt;Entro em um mar de águas-vivas&lt;br /&gt;que ardem, ardem, ardem&lt;br /&gt;mas nem doem&lt;br /&gt;parece que me alisam&lt;br /&gt;com seus pelos frageis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez me afoito mais&lt;br /&gt;e nao encontro margens&lt;br /&gt;e nao encontro porto&lt;br /&gt;só encontro tempestades&lt;br /&gt;onde atracar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse excesso de sal&lt;br /&gt;nesse mar escuro em que me perco&lt;br /&gt;me iluminas com o teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;me serves de farol quando anoiteço&lt;br /&gt;e me guias, me guias, me guias&lt;br /&gt;jorrando tua luz&lt;br /&gt;sobre os meus seios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  *Iracema Macedo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-6391524185147638289?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/6391524185147638289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/6391524185147638289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2009/01/canao-da-mulher-que-virou-barco.html' title='Cançao da Mulher que Virou Barco'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-1992995240284510634</id><published>2008-12-01T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:36:15.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>È COMO PISAR EM OVOS NO INFINITO COLORIDO</title><content type='html'>É assim que me sinto percoremos os pensamentos alheios&lt;br /&gt;Direcionando um sentimento que não controlo mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq falar?&lt;br /&gt;Dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Se não é isso que sentes de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besteiras enchem o meu saco!&lt;br /&gt;Que já esta cheio de coisas que já não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Porem me recuso a jogalos fora&lt;br /&gt;E a eles que pertenso&lt;br /&gt;A eles &lt;br /&gt;E talvez só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero passar noites em claro&lt;br /&gt;Gritando, ditando&lt;br /&gt;O que passa nos sentimentos loucos que vejo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MARIA PINHEIRO*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-1992995240284510634?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/1992995240284510634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/1992995240284510634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/12/como-pisar-em-ovos-no-infinito-colorido.html' title='È COMO PISAR EM OVOS NO INFINITO COLORIDO'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7091311915046821889</id><published>2008-11-01T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:33:00.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contaminam meus sentimentos bons com algo que não posso explicar! É como lama podre no meu rio de águas cristalina. Por que se permitir? Por que não acho a coragem escondida dentro de mim e acabo logo com isso... Sei lha, porque simplesmente não ligo para o IBAMA... Algo ou alguém que seja responsável pelas águas cristalinas que percorrem os sentimentos alheios. Sinto que minha sanidade esta ameaça. Os desmatamentos estão soterando este rio e os peixe já não são tão abundante como antes... Os poluidores por vezes se sentem ameaçados, mais depois de pouco tempo estão de volta e a mim só resta esperar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é este sentimento que ameaça a minha tão SAGRADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clara Pinheiro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7091311915046821889?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7091311915046821889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7091311915046821889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/contaminam-meus-sentimentos-bons-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-6651542386854137053</id><published>2008-10-13T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:33:27.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma nova vida passou por mim&lt;br /&gt;na rua&lt;br /&gt;na verdade, calsada&lt;br /&gt;o calsadao da praia&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;e me fez pará&lt;br /&gt;e me fez sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida passou e ficou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Maria Pinheiro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-6651542386854137053?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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quer mesmo é voar&lt;br /&gt;que loucura essa menina&lt;br /&gt;não sabe viver de prosa&lt;br /&gt;é poeta de esquina&lt;br /&gt;vendendo e tragando a letra&lt;br /&gt;provocando as buzinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar&lt;br /&gt;de soar aos meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;cantarola toda hora&lt;br /&gt;seus poemas nunca lidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar&lt;br /&gt;-salve os noivos! viva a festa!&lt;br /&gt;ela anda a soletrar&lt;br /&gt;o que está em minha testa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar&lt;br /&gt;me dizendo sem rodeios&lt;br /&gt;que já não sou pros seus seios&lt;br /&gt;como fui tempos atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar&lt;br /&gt;agredindo, expulsa o verbo&lt;br /&gt;me condena pelo tédio&lt;br /&gt;que um dia a fiz passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta é do agito&lt;br /&gt;e eu só posso achar bonito&lt;br /&gt;e assistir ela passar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaBi BaR Balho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-1593874115008941646?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/1593874115008941646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/1593874115008941646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/ela-gosta-de-gritar-de-jogar-coisas-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-6159323849095195234</id><published>2008-08-10T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:34:05.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parece um vendaval me tirando do chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tendo conhecimento do acontecido&lt;br /&gt;é em mim que permanece&lt;br /&gt;é em mim que ele morra e deságua&lt;br /&gt;é por mim que chama&lt;br /&gt;que clama&lt;br /&gt;e cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tendo a sensação de tudo acabado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percebo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOTALECIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parece q meu corpo pode tudo&lt;br /&gt;minha mente me permite tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas ultimas chuvas&lt;br /&gt;minhas terras secas estão cheias de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é assim que vivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de grandes chuvas &lt;br /&gt;e estiagem de rachar o chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é assim que prefiro viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos claros e resolvidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duvidas não me convêm&lt;br /&gt;não me faz bem&lt;br /&gt;prefiro sem elas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definidamente definido&lt;br /&gt;sei exatamente o q sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maria pinheiro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-6159323849095195234?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/6159323849095195234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/6159323849095195234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/08/parece-um-vendaval-me-tirando-do-cho.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-5868223865627363756</id><published>2008-05-15T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:15:44.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MEU CORPO ARREDIO&lt;br /&gt;COMO ÁGUA CORRENTE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR TI PROCLAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TI RECLAMA&lt;br /&gt;A FALTA DE ATENÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maria pinheiro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-5868223865627363756?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5868223865627363756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5868223865627363756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/meu-corpo-arredio-como-gua-corrente-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-5855828193200471120</id><published>2008-05-15T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T05:58:12.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foi num ventre vazio q se fez a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De coragem a noticia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dela própria a mudança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recriação da vida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MariaPinheiro"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-5855828193200471120?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5855828193200471120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5855828193200471120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/foi-num-ventre-vazio-q-se-fez-vida-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7441947167777146030</id><published>2008-05-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T05:59:04.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois dos desconfortos&lt;br /&gt;Paira outro sentimento que não ouso explicar-te&lt;br /&gt;Agora posso gritar aos quatro ventos&lt;br /&gt;Mas prefiro conter-me&lt;br /&gt;É a mim q ele pertence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois das desavenças&lt;br /&gt;Foi outra situação que instalou-se&lt;br /&gt;Algo sublime que não ouso falar-te&lt;br /&gt;É em mim que ele repousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da desconfiança&lt;br /&gt;É outro estado que regi-me&lt;br /&gt;Que grita-me&lt;br /&gt;Que faz-me&lt;br /&gt;Mais êxito em disser-te&lt;br /&gt;É para mim que levita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muitos disseres&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito calares&lt;br /&gt;Faz de mim sua melodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maria pinheiro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7441947167777146030?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7441947167777146030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7441947167777146030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/05/depois-dos-desconfortos-paira-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-279718429836265128</id><published>2008-03-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:03:04.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vem andar por essas ruas&lt;br /&gt;e voar pelo asfalto desamarrado&lt;br /&gt;Senti o gosto do que tu pisas&lt;br /&gt;e pisando segues voando voando voando&lt;br /&gt;A cada pouso novas placas editam todo esse caos de metal&lt;br /&gt;Ande na faixa beba na faixa coma na faixa&lt;br /&gt;Na marginal maneira de estar a margem&lt;br /&gt;          *LeTTo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-279718429836265128?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/279718429836265128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/279718429836265128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/03/vem-andar-por-essas-ruas-e-voar-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-604332123252752881</id><published>2008-02-27T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:29:55.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME DEIXAS LOUCA</title><content type='html'>(...)Quando transmites o calor de tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Pro meu corpo que te espera&lt;br /&gt;Me deixas louca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando sinto que teus braços se cruzaram em minhas costas&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecem as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Outros sons enchem o espaço&lt;br /&gt;Você me abraça, a noite passa&lt;br /&gt;E me deixas louca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         *PAULO COELHO*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-604332123252752881?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/604332123252752881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/604332123252752881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-deixas-louca.html' title='ME DEIXAS LOUCA'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-4082459946575051075</id><published>2008-02-18T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:34:01.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UMA SOMA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM COMPLEMENTO... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMA CAMA&lt;br /&gt;DOIS PÉS DIREITOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM RECINTO&lt;br /&gt;DOIS PENSANTES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOIS CORPOS &lt;br /&gt;UM SÓ REGENTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *maria pinheiro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-4082459946575051075?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/4082459946575051075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/4082459946575051075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/02/uma-soma_1887.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-1747305052156486445</id><published>2008-01-22T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:01:31.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É como estar &lt;br /&gt;pela metade&lt;br /&gt;quando é preciso ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È como estar &lt;br /&gt;vazio&lt;br /&gt;quando é preciso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transbordar &lt;br /&gt;)Bilico(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-1747305052156486445?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/1747305052156486445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/1747305052156486445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/como-estar-pela-metade-quando-preciso.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-1849489379180729933</id><published>2008-01-19T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:47:05.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/R5J9vqIwLoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UjpkvERtS8M/s1600-h/eu+com+os+oculos+de+gabi.2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/R5J9vqIwLoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UjpkvERtS8M/s400/eu+com+os+oculos+de+gabi.2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157322781010964098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINDA BEM QUE AMO UMA CIDADE&lt;br /&gt;E A PALAVRA CAIS&lt;br /&gt;E A PALAVRA RAIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINDA BEM QUE AMO UAM MONTANHA&lt;br /&gt;E AS BRUMAS QUE NELA HABITAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE TAL FORMA, AMO TAMBÉM A MALDADE,&lt;br /&gt;OS ESCOMBROS&lt;br /&gt;E O QUE ESTA PEDIDO PARA SEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINDA BEM QUE ME LEMBRO DE TUDO QUE AMO&lt;br /&gt;AINDA BEM QUE AMO ATÉ QUANDO ME ESQUEÇO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  *iracema macedo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-1849489379180729933?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/1849489379180729933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/1849489379180729933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/memria.html' title='memória'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/R5J9vqIwLoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UjpkvERtS8M/s72-c/eu+com+os+oculos+de+gabi.2' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7354910380917350186</id><published>2008-01-16T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:02:04.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA MÚSICA QUE SEJA...</title><content type='html'>...COMO os belos harmônicos da natureza. Uma música que seja  como o som do vento na cordoalha dos navios, aumentando gradativamente de tom até atingir aquele em que se cria uma reta ascendente para o infinito. Uma música que comece sem começo e termine sem fim. Uma música que seja como o som do vento numa enorme harpa plantada no deserto. Uma música que seja como a nota lancinante deixada no ar pro um pássaro que morre. Uma música que seja como os altos ramos das grandes árvores vergastadas pelos temporais. Uma música que seja como o ponto de reunião de muitas vozes em busca de uma harmonia nova. Uma musica que seja como o vôo de uma gaivota numa aurora de novos sons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           #Vinicios de Moraes#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7354910380917350186?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7354910380917350186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7354910380917350186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-msica-que-seja.html' title='UMA MÚSICA QUE SEJA...'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-2137052672353822359</id><published>2007-12-23T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:46:19.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bendito QUEM inventou o belo&lt;br /&gt;turque do CALENDÁRIO,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o bom da segunda-feira&lt;br /&gt;do dia primeiro do mês e de cada&lt;br /&gt;ano novo é quem dão a &lt;br /&gt;IMPRESSÃO de que a vida não &lt;br /&gt;continua mas RECOMEÇA&lt;br /&gt;                   *MáRiO QuInTaNa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-2137052672353822359?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/2137052672353822359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/2137052672353822359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/bendito-quem-inventou-o-belo-troque-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-8728014324783901379</id><published>2007-12-20T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:44:58.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amo-te muito&lt;br /&gt;como as flores amam &lt;br /&gt;do frio ao orvalho&lt;br /&gt;e o infinito?&lt;br /&gt;CHORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te como&lt;br /&gt;sabiá na praia&lt;br /&gt;a mais tranqüila e reluzente&lt;br /&gt;AURORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                *PoPuLaR*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-8728014324783901379?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8728014324783901379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8728014324783901379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/amo-te-muito-como-as-flores-amam-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-5485582429179344118</id><published>2007-12-12T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T07:07:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NÁCAR</title><content type='html'>O ritmo da música que há em você&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero dançar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a fantasia do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E a coragem que me falta pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que sua magia é infinita!&lt;br /&gt;                   *Drika Duarte*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-5485582429179344118?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5485582429179344118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5485582429179344118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/ncar.html' title='NÁCAR'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7278894658187767542</id><published>2007-12-09T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:57:54.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não fui eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem foi ninguém&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7278894658187767542?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7278894658187767542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7278894658187767542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-fui-eu-nem-deus-no-foi-voc-nem-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-606226048930833138</id><published>2007-11-26T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T13:21:36.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;Isso que me deixa o coração sem alma.&lt;br /&gt;que me arranca do ventre cheio, a vida.&lt;br /&gt;que seca meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;fere minha pele&lt;br /&gt;parece canção triste&lt;br /&gt;preparação pra guerra&lt;br /&gt;são os vestígios de seus últimos dias&lt;br /&gt;em minha terra.&lt;br /&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;Renata*Mar&lt;br /&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-606226048930833138?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/606226048930833138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/606226048930833138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/isso-que-me-deixa-o-corao-sem-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-9076017074263304979</id><published>2007-11-12T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:33:23.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELA-SIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/RziE4qIA_VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1CnDNcfJrHo/s1600-h/gabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/RziE4qIA_VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1CnDNcfJrHo/s400/gabi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131997884304129362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de GRITAR &lt;br /&gt;de jogar coisas pra cima &lt;br /&gt;ela quer mesmo é VOAR &lt;br /&gt;que LOUCURA essa menina &lt;br /&gt;não sabe viver de prosa &lt;br /&gt;é poeta de esquina &lt;br /&gt;vendendo e TRAGANDO a letra &lt;br /&gt;provocando as buzinas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar &lt;br /&gt;de SOAR aos meus ouvidos &lt;br /&gt;cantarola toda hora &lt;br /&gt;seus poemas NUNCA lidos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar &lt;br /&gt;-SALVE OS NOIVOS! viva a festa! &lt;br /&gt;ela anda a soletrar &lt;br /&gt;o que está em minha testa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar &lt;br /&gt;me dizendo sem rodeios &lt;br /&gt;que já NÃO sou pros seus SEIOS&lt;br /&gt;como fui tempos atrás &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar &lt;br /&gt;AGREDINDO, expulsa o verbo &lt;br /&gt;me condena pelo tédio &lt;br /&gt;que um dia a fiz passar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela gosta de gritar &lt;br /&gt;ela gosta é do agito &lt;br /&gt;e eu só POSSO achar bonito &lt;br /&gt;e assistir ela passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            *Gabi Barbalho*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-9076017074263304979?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/9076017074263304979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/9076017074263304979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/ela-sim.html' title='ELA-SIM'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/RziE4qIA_VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1CnDNcfJrHo/s72-c/gabi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-8089126000026311114</id><published>2007-11-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:55:04.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim sejA</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;teu cheiro sândalo.&lt;br /&gt;tua pele pitanga.&lt;br /&gt;teus lábios canela.&lt;br /&gt;               *Renata Mar*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-8089126000026311114?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8089126000026311114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8089126000026311114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/11/assim-seja.html' title='Assim sejA'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-5911236430333651295</id><published>2007-09-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:20:43.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou como o vento leve sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;sou como o regato, límpido e raso&lt;br /&gt;sou um trago do mais barato fumo&lt;br /&gt;e como fumaça cinza melancólica passo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou perdida em torres de mistérios&lt;br /&gt;bebendo as dores do calabouço interno&lt;br /&gt;fantasiando os verdes olhos que não vejo&lt;br /&gt;guardando num porão as chaves do desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou assim, simples e confusa&lt;br /&gt;intrusa do meu próprio medo&lt;br /&gt;sentido a culpa de um terrivél segredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho os presságios de quem usa&lt;br /&gt;as sórdidas mágias de um feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;e debaixo do lençol se esconde inutilmente do desespero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            *drika duarte*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-5911236430333651295?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5911236430333651295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/5911236430333651295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/foto-pescada-na-net-sou-como-o-vento.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-6199743268960398297</id><published>2007-09-16T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:36:28.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abismo-me,                senhora,&lt;br /&gt;          De tanto olhar&lt;br /&gt;             Os teus&lt;br /&gt;             Nos meus&lt;br /&gt;        *Alessandre de Lia*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-6199743268960398297?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/6199743268960398297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/6199743268960398297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/abismo-me-senhora-de-tanto-olhar-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-6691460916420505634</id><published>2007-09-11T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:21:47.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEPOIS QUE ELA LHE DISSE &lt;br /&gt;O QUE FOI DITO&lt;br /&gt;A LAGRIMA CAIU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAQUELE INSTANTE TUDO DEIXOU DE EXISTER&lt;br /&gt;NADA DO QUE TINHA ACONTECIDO VALIA A PENA&lt;br /&gt;OU TINHA VALIDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTAVA CAINDO NO ABISMO&lt;br /&gt;ERA NO ABISMO Q SE ENCONTRAVA DESDE ENTÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUA ALMA TREMEU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO PODIA FAZER NADA&lt;br /&gt;DIZER NADA&lt;br /&gt;ISSO ERA OQUE A DOLORIA&lt;br /&gt;O QUE A TRANSFORMAVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUCOS INVADIAM SUA ESTRADA, SUA IDA&lt;br /&gt;E DEPOIS, A LARGAVA NA SAÍDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERDADE NÃO DOIA, NÃO A IRRITAVA&lt;br /&gt;O QUE PENSAVAM, ERA O QUE A INCOMODAVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CALOR PASSOU A SER FRIO&lt;br /&gt;E O FRIO A CONGELAVA&lt;br /&gt;ESTATICAMENTE ABERTA&lt;br /&gt;LENTAMENTE SE FECHAVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              *MARIA PINHEIRO*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-6691460916420505634?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/6691460916420505634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/6691460916420505634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/09/modificada.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7134353651042068694</id><published>2007-08-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:28:54.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como quem gritava uma canção de ninar&lt;br /&gt;ela dançou&lt;br /&gt;fala de coisas tristes&lt;br /&gt;e recitava poesias belas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazia e refazia amor&lt;br /&gt;com homens&lt;br /&gt;que só iam, só passam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era feliz assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem porto&lt;br /&gt;Sem estaca&lt;br /&gt;Sem estanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditava em quase tudo que lhe diziam&lt;br /&gt;quase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha medo do amor&lt;br /&gt;de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receio de estar&lt;br /&gt;e ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantarolava a todo instante&lt;br /&gt;o que sentia&lt;br /&gt;A fome que lhe apertava&lt;br /&gt;Os sapatos que lhe doíam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recriava o que não tinha&lt;br /&gt;e se assumia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era feliz assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha de tudo nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;e a seus pés&lt;br /&gt;esta mulher&lt;br /&gt;e grita&lt;br /&gt;pulava&lt;br /&gt;surrava&lt;br /&gt;sorria, quando queria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrançava o cabelo&lt;br /&gt;e também coloria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falava a verdade e a destorcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brincava&lt;br /&gt;de roda&lt;br /&gt;elástico&lt;br /&gt;amarelinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era feliz assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem porta&lt;br /&gt;sem sala&lt;br /&gt;sem cozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma janelinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MAriA piNhEiro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7134353651042068694?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7134353651042068694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7134353651042068694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/como-quem-gritava-uma-cano-de-ninar-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-8109458062040800632</id><published>2007-08-23T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:37:23.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnalmente</title><content type='html'>Depois da festa&lt;br /&gt;tudo acabou!&lt;br /&gt;A flor apagou-se e &lt;br /&gt;Maria vestiu-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ir embora&lt;br /&gt;tudo era riso e lágrima&lt;br /&gt;lindo, porém doloroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A duvida do nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;rastejou-se pela sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;e alojou-se nao sei onde.&lt;br /&gt;Doendo cada dia mais&lt;br /&gt;intenso, cada dia menos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria voltou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o mesmo pesar duvidoso&lt;br /&gt;Maria entregou-se a tal cavalheiro&lt;br /&gt;que nao possuía escudo, nem espada&lt;br /&gt;nem armadura, nem nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era nada o que Maria queria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente, depois da festa&lt;br /&gt;Maria vestiu-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e foice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o mesmo pesar e a mesma dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Com o mesmo riso e as mesmas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era aquele cavalheiro que Maria queria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de alguns lugares sem o ver&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algumas festas sem despir-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria acreditou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o tal que queria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de comportamentos errantes e&lt;br /&gt;sem nada a lhe oferecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas era nada o que Maria queria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como quem queria do beijo a perdição&lt;br /&gt;que era o que lhe bastava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enchendo-se de coragem&lt;br /&gt;Maria, foi ao encontro do tal&lt;br /&gt;que a deixou esperando no nada&lt;br /&gt;pois era o que tinha a lhe oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;              *mARiA PinHeIro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-8109458062040800632?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8109458062040800632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8109458062040800632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/08/carnalmente.html' title='Carnalmente'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-3908498542472963093</id><published>2007-07-01T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:07:42.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não sabe dançar</title><content type='html'>A valsa caiu no pés&lt;br /&gt;De quem não sabe dançar&lt;br /&gt;E implorou que no meio do salão&lt;br /&gt;A acompanhasse numa dança!&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe dançar falou: “não vou”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A valsa silenciou o seu pedido de palavras&lt;br /&gt;E começou a tocar uma suave música!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe dançar&lt;br /&gt;Olhou para a valsa com outros olhos&lt;br /&gt;E até sentiu a doçura do seu olhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música inebriante conduziu os dois&lt;br /&gt;Para o meio do salão.&lt;br /&gt;A valsa acompanhava&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe dançar&lt;br /&gt;Com seu ritmo desajustado do sentimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe dançar&lt;br /&gt;Se deixava levar pela música que tocava sua alma&lt;br /&gt;E dançava com passos errantes aquela melodia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a música parou,&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe dançar olhou para valsa e chorou,&lt;br /&gt;Pois tinha acabado de fazer o que sempre sonhou&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca acreditou que pudesse conseguir&lt;br /&gt;E aa valsa foi quem mostrou que o mistério do aprender é sentir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A valsa foi embora, &lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe dançar ficou no salão&lt;br /&gt;Queria aproveitar mais um pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;Da sua nova paixão! &lt;br /&gt;             *Drika Duarte*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-3908498542472963093?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/3908498542472963093'/><link 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style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/Rm2Osdia8zI/AAAAAAAAABg/GG6jIIRU6BY/s400/clarinha" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074869249610806066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esteja livre&lt;br /&gt;livre para falar, fazer e&lt;br /&gt;ser você!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenha receio, nem medo&lt;br /&gt;nem nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha liberade&lt;br /&gt;esteja livre&lt;br /&gt;seja livre!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grite liberdade&lt;br /&gt;dance livremente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomponha-se&lt;br /&gt;e seja livre......&lt;br /&gt;             *mARiA*&lt;br /&gt;           *FOTO:MaRiAnA mELo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-2662938587842349151?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-8567555390474672462</id><published>2007-04-25T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:19:34.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aChou!!!!</title><content type='html'>Investir&lt;br /&gt;É cultivar o amor&lt;br /&gt;Se despir&lt;br /&gt;É ativar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistir&lt;br /&gt;É aturar o amor&lt;br /&gt;Insistir&lt;br /&gt;É saturar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aderir&lt;br /&gt;É estar com seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Adorar&lt;br /&gt;É superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaudir&lt;br /&gt;Até sentindo dor&lt;br /&gt;É amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem puder&lt;br /&gt;Viver um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Verá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consentir&lt;br /&gt;É educar o amor&lt;br /&gt;Seduzir&lt;br /&gt;É cutucar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarei!&lt;br /&gt;É conjugar o amor&lt;br /&gt;Não amei!&lt;br /&gt;É enxugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avançar&lt;br /&gt;É conquistar o amor&lt;br /&gt;Amansar&lt;br /&gt;É como está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como estou&lt;br /&gt;Com muito amor pra dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem estiver&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Achou!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-8567555390474672462?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8567555390474672462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/8567555390474672462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/04/investir-cultivar-o-amor-se-despir.html' title='aChou!!!!'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7871915592954930417</id><published>2007-03-27T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:53:18.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PaNgAiO!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>*foto:Dastaev*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/RgnuisUdo1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qgAIyqOuBRs/s1600-h/pangaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/RgnuisUdo1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qgAIyqOuBRs/s400/pangaio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046827137225302866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proposta musical da banda se revela numa experimentação de percussão eletronica, explorando a dança, a poesia e os recursos teatrais. Criando uma linguagem artística universal numa performance singular.&lt;br /&gt;Pangaio é : Allan Cedrak (vocal e performance), Clara Pinheiro (vocal e performance), Vitor Girafa (baixista), Pablo Jorge (bateria e teclado) e Jorge Negão (percussionista).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7871915592954930417?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7871915592954930417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7871915592954930417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/03/pangaio.html' title='PaNgAiO!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/RgnuisUdo1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qgAIyqOuBRs/s72-c/pangaio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7639550791782985609</id><published>2007-03-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:01:29.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/Rfd4zoAyS5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLw20Fibzec/s1600-h/lindisima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/Rfd4zoAyS5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLw20Fibzec/s400/lindisima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041631136173935506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *Foto pescada na net*&lt;br /&gt;Recriar uma necessidade obvia,&lt;br /&gt;acresentar uma dor ridicula,&lt;br /&gt;alimentar uma tristesa nata,&lt;br /&gt;reinvidicar algo q nunca tive,&lt;br /&gt;lembra de algo q nunca vive!!!&lt;br /&gt;      *Maria*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7639550791782985609?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7639550791782985609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7639550791782985609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/03/recriar-uma-necessidade-obvia.html' title=''/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/Rfd4zoAyS5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLw20Fibzec/s72-c/lindisima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-3219055517067139795</id><published>2007-03-06T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:20:52.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a felicidade DELES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/Re5OiAWrX0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3nrv0KDKoUo/s1600-h/ponta+negra2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/Re5OiAWrX0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3nrv0KDKoUo/s400/ponta+negra2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039051379191799618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Foto pescada na net*&lt;br /&gt;“A terra pede socorro...” desde pequena ouso isso, ambientalistas, pesquisadores, professores, místicos, pessoas serias, e as que não tem um pingo de credibilidade, família, amigos... Há muito tempo se fala disso... Esta tudo ai se deteriorando... Já não temos passagem, qualidade de vida, vida, tranqüilidade, respeito, dignidade, tudo foi corrompido. Descreva  HUMANIDADE... ser civilizado? Educado? Verdadeiro? Florestas de concreto são erguidas onde habitava vida, verde, rio, mares, chão tudo destruído... Humanidade e um termo ruim, tudo que esta ligado a isso (este termo) remeti destruir, desrespeitar, invadir. Um câncer enorme surge aqui mesmo, na minha casa, na sua casa, crianças nascem sem parar, crianças morem sem parar,seja de fome, trafico.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo compreender a linha de raciocineo  desta galera..... Onde vamos parar?&lt;br /&gt;Não jogue lixo na rua, evite sair de carro, se pode ir de ônibus, porque não? Economize energia, não tenham filhos, para a felicidade deles, não os tenha.....&lt;br /&gt;                        *Maria*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-3219055517067139795?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/3219055517067139795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/3219055517067139795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/03/terra-pede-socorro.html' title='Para a felicidade DELES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_74obPDYC5nc/Re5OiAWrX0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3nrv0KDKoUo/s72-c/ponta+negra2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-7953881786355895158</id><published>2007-03-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:11:10.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estar bem?</title><content type='html'>Um azul rapido se encontra&lt;br /&gt;com outro verde inquetante!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;uma fibra otica do olho nu e&lt;br /&gt;com calsas quadriculadas&lt;br /&gt;folhas de coqueiros se sacodem&lt;br /&gt;em uma praia&lt;br /&gt;sem vento algum&lt;br /&gt;um perigo me deixa feliz&lt;br /&gt;a paz e tranquilidade sao uma&lt;br /&gt;agressao obvia a nossa pessoa&lt;br /&gt;rir?&lt;br /&gt;garalhadas do perigo &lt;br /&gt;de sair de casa em &lt;br /&gt;dias tao quentes!!&lt;br /&gt;estar bem, estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;gritos sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;  *Maria*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-7953881786355895158?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7953881786355895158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/7953881786355895158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/03/estar-bem.html' title='Estar bem?'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739130246028977872.post-3333449350324483457</id><published>2007-03-04T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:13:56.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senhora!!!</title><content type='html'>uma tristeza rever tudo q já sei,&lt;br /&gt;que já senti, que gritei,&lt;br /&gt;que já sonhei...&lt;br /&gt;tudo q já nao é mais&lt;br /&gt;     *Maria*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8739130246028977872-3333449350324483457?l=senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/3333449350324483457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8739130246028977872/posts/default/3333449350324483457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senhorabaratinha.blogspot.com/2007/03/senhora.html' title='Senhora!!!'/><author><name>Senhora Baratinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428820955341730447</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></entry></feed>
