<?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-6900468623292005416</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:47:32.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Através do Espelho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>penny lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03369277773229740261</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900468623292005416.post-7010321606903444287</id><published>2007-11-30T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:45:08.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite escura em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhos rarefeitos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sobressalto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desperto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite densa em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao lado um travesseiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas antes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só havia o meu... (?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite avança em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagens oníricas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de presente passado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escorrem pela cama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite quebra em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento em vão amparar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os sonhos que desvanecem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na fenda do olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite vazia em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é inútil tentar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os sonhos são bravios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não se deixam capturar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite acorda em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(será real?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se não estou a sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que sonho com os sonhos que me escapam...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite cai em si&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao lado o travesseiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ausente o teu calor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na memória o teu cheiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pre(s)sente o nosso amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;27/08/2007&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/6900468623292005416-7010321606903444287?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/7010321606903444287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6900468623292005416&amp;postID=7010321606903444287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/7010321606903444287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/7010321606903444287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/2007/11/noite-escura-em-mim-sonhos-rarefeitos.html' title=''/><author><name>penny lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03369277773229740261</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-6900468623292005416.post-3257435510620042153</id><published>2007-11-26T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:36:03.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/R0tFPgRtE1I/AAAAAAAAACI/jPtUbtJPBRo/s1600-h/arcano03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137275932610728786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/R0tFPgRtE1I/AAAAAAAAACI/jPtUbtJPBRo/s400/arcano03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Imperatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permitir-se florecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conselho que emerge do Tarot para você neste momento, Fernanda, tem a marca do arcano III, chamado “A Imperatriz”. Este arcano pleno de cor, que sugere o florescimento da beleza, vem lhe chamar a atenção para a importância da auto-estima, do cuidar de si, da aparência. Sabemos que as pessoas falam muito da essência sendo mais importante, mas no mundo em que vivemos é fundamental ter uma boa aparência e, portanto, não se sinta superficial por querer se vestir melhor, tratar a aparência. Amar a si é o primeiro e fundamental passo para atrair o amor de quem quer que seja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, este é um momento de frutificação, de florescimento de idéias, excelente para toda e qualquer forma de materialização de sonhos e intenções. A fase é ideal para dar amor, não importando se este amor será recíproco ou não. O simples fato de doar e irradiar afeto lhe será suficiente e lhe permitirá sentir enorme satisfação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselho: Cuidar de si é fundamental! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900468623292005416-3257435510620042153?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/3257435510620042153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6900468623292005416&amp;postID=3257435510620042153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/3257435510620042153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/3257435510620042153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/2007/11/imperatriz-permitir-se-florecer-o.html' title=''/><author><name>penny lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03369277773229740261</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/R0tFPgRtE1I/AAAAAAAAACI/jPtUbtJPBRo/s72-c/arcano03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900468623292005416.post-8796292078040945591</id><published>2007-11-07T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:59:20.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E ao cair da noite você se foi&lt;br /&gt;como quem em mim nunca esteve&lt;br /&gt;Espirrando desculpas vazias&lt;br /&gt;catando cacos de covardia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil anos se passarão&lt;br /&gt;sem que eu consiga entender&lt;br /&gt;alguém que como você&lt;br /&gt;deixa tanto amor se perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaga o brilho do olhar&lt;br /&gt;como quem aperta um botão&lt;br /&gt;Decide seguir a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;e esquece do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras ditas com ardor&lt;br /&gt;se esvaem sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;como a cor que foge da face&lt;br /&gt;daquela que foi seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parede vazia me encara&lt;br /&gt;pois você não pôde me olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sai de costas, bate a porta,&lt;br /&gt;deixa a lágrima no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(27/09/07)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900468623292005416-8796292078040945591?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/8796292078040945591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6900468623292005416&amp;postID=8796292078040945591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/8796292078040945591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/8796292078040945591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-ao-cair-da-noite-voc-se-foi-como-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>penny lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03369277773229740261</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-6900468623292005416.post-4826576824210434537</id><published>2007-10-18T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:36:03.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RxdSqAWD6TI/AAAAAAAAABE/UWititUtL6Q/s1600-h/copas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RxdSqAWD6TI/AAAAAAAAABE/UWititUtL6Q/s400/copas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122653982757742898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5 de Copas &lt;br /&gt;Momento de encarar os fatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O 5 de Copas é o seu arcano do aconselhamento nesta tiragem, Fernanda, e vem para lembrar deste momento como sendo importante para que você possa ver as coisas que você evitava ver. Chega de ilusões auto-impostas! Por mais dolorido que seja, é hora de identificar o que precisa ser mudado e parar de projetar expectativas excessivas nos outros, afinal isso não é justo nem com você, nem com os outros. Confronte-se com os fatos, ainda que uma parte sua evite tacitamente fazê-lo, por puro medo de sofrer. Lembre-se que sofremos mais ainda quando insistimos em histórias que não dão certo. A maior parte de nossos sofrimentos deriva de insistências tolas que fazemos, a despeito de todos os conselhos em contrário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselho: Só nos enganamos quando queremos. Acorde!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900468623292005416-4826576824210434537?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/4826576824210434537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6900468623292005416&amp;postID=4826576824210434537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/4826576824210434537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/4826576824210434537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/2007/10/5-de-copas-momento-de-encarar-os-fatos.html' title=''/><author><name>penny lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03369277773229740261</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RxdSqAWD6TI/AAAAAAAAABE/UWititUtL6Q/s72-c/copas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900468623292005416.post-2275940275390778782</id><published>2007-10-10T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:36:03.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RwyfLe6dvmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cI7uCgA0r74/s1600-h/fool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119641896039071330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RwyfLe6dvmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cI7uCgA0r74/s400/fool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O Louco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momento de voar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hora é esta, Fernanda: arriscar-se, atirar-se destemidamente na direção do novo. Ainda que muitas pessoas possam se apavorar e tentar lhe demover daquilo que sua alma interpreta como um novo impulso criativo, não se incomode. As pessoas falam porque estão viciadas em certezas e seguranças. Mas O Louco, arcano zero do Tarot, vem lembrar que, eventualmente, alguma loucura é mais do que bem-vinda! Ponha sua vida em movimento e lembre-se que é sempre momento de recomeçar. Evite o medo e não espere as coisas tomarem uma forma “certa” para agir. Vá! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conselho: Momento de se atirar em novas direções, sem temor.&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/6900468623292005416-2275940275390778782?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/2275940275390778782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6900468623292005416&amp;postID=2275940275390778782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/2275940275390778782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/2275940275390778782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-louco-momento-de-voar-hora-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>penny lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03369277773229740261</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RwyfLe6dvmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cI7uCgA0r74/s72-c/fool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900468623292005416.post-1641944610199290261</id><published>2007-10-09T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:20:29.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Esvazio-me de pensamentos, e no vácuo das idéias furtivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;que cedem espaço ao ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;deixo escapar um lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;suspiro perene de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Opaco exercício da mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;que tenta em vão relutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;alega que estou demente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;que nisso não posso mandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Imperativa em me atrevo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;- Quem és tu para questionar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Sorrindo elas faz um gracejo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;- Quem és tu para não pensar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;E eis que me vejo em dilema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;paradoxo difuso a dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;quem faz mesmo a minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;minha vontade ou meu pesar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Percebo então com surpresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;como quem passa a enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;que as cartas estão na mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;mas todas fora de lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;04/09/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900468623292005416-1641944610199290261?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/1641944610199290261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/Rwtg5u6dvkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5YJ97XjBZgc/s400/seloC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUCESSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6900468623292005416-535427315069458067?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/535427315069458067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6900468623292005416&amp;postID=535427315069458067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/535427315069458067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RwtgMu6dvjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UqDC3g-jhUA/s1600-h/seloA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119291173304647218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RwtgMu6dvjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UqDC3g-jhUA/s400/seloA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PROTEÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; E RESISTÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6900468623292005416-4013586794634629265?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcM8JrAHkR0/RwtgMu6dvjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UqDC3g-jhUA/s72-c/seloA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6900468623292005416.post-3146850426143837371</id><published>2007-10-06T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:44:25.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa o proibido vazio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixa cedo sem pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brilho de amor fugidio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que vive a nos encantar&lt;br /&gt;Quem ou o que pode dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se é tão errado amar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com certeza não a vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que teima em nos enganar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se é sonho ou realidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não ouso nem perguntar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu sinto é de verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não precisa me beliscar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal, de que adianta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se quando estou a sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somente a ti eu desejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banhado pelo luar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando acordo em segredo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fingindo não despertar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olho em volta e não vejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o brilho do teu olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se é só no mundo dos sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde contigo posso estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apelo ao Homem de Areia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que em meus olhos venha soprar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19/09/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6900468623292005416-3146850426143837371?l=atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/feeds/3146850426143837371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6900468623292005416&amp;postID=3146850426143837371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/3146850426143837371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6900468623292005416/posts/default/3146850426143837371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atraverslemiroir.blogspot.com/2007/10/deixa-o-proibido-vazio-deixa-cedo-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>penny lane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03369277773229740261</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-6900468623292005416.post-2965358532775900123</id><published>2007-10-06T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:34:48.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Procuro você em cada segundo do TIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;mas perco você nas mil horas do TAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quão inútil é buscar o que desvaneceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;no minuto em que teu amor por mim morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E assim como ponteiros de um relógio que parou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;vazias são as promessas que em meu leito você deixou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Juras vãs, atadas com elos de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;de um futuro derretido em grossas gotas de fel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nas horas eternas vividas sem pudor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tantas vezes me envolveste em teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;em teus braços entreguei-me com ardor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cada vez que repetias "meu amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A música que antes soava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;macia e sinuosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;de repente se transforma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;em crua e desrítmica prosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/10/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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