<?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-2586647795446049087</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:39:16.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traze-me forças das palavras, viril blog.</title><subtitle type='html'>Flecha do alcance.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-8277908339850359372</id><published>2010-01-11T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:50:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaiolado</title><content type='html'>O homem que é feito passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Conquistou um espaço curto,&lt;br /&gt;Já não sonha em cantar, e voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor que a musica &lt;br /&gt;Causou, e enganou,&lt;br /&gt;Gritando liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fone toca Jimi Hendrix - Little Wing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-8277908339850359372?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/8277908339850359372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=8277908339850359372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/8277908339850359372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/8277908339850359372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-permitido-sofrer.html' title='Engaiolado'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-5199690317677940569</id><published>2009-06-28T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:52:35.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças de um Nordestino.</title><content type='html'>São joão passou ali, passou aqui e aculá&lt;br /&gt;O que não passou foi a vontade de ouvi Luiz cantar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-5199690317677940569?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5199690317677940569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=5199690317677940569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/5199690317677940569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/5199690317677940569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/06/lembrancas-de-um-nordestino.html' title='Lembranças de um Nordestino.'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-3902753096423288591</id><published>2009-06-08T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:12:20.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escura Mente</title><content type='html'>Não é&lt;br /&gt;O negrume da noite&lt;br /&gt;Que me apavora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo&lt;br /&gt;O medo na morte&lt;br /&gt;Numa rua qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me assusta&lt;br /&gt;É a obscura condição noturna e tropeça&lt;br /&gt;Dos seres humanos&lt;br /&gt;Que há muito caminham&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar as estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos&lt;br /&gt;Urgentemente ver&lt;br /&gt;Além dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir além do tato&lt;br /&gt;E amar&lt;br /&gt;Além da necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: Sil Moreno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-3902753096423288591?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3902753096423288591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=3902753096423288591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/3902753096423288591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/3902753096423288591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/06/escura-mente.html' title='Escura Mente'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-5036211881759900254</id><published>2009-04-26T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:08:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô indo em[bora]</title><content type='html'>No muito distante que nem se sabe&lt;br /&gt;Já pode sentir-se saudade&lt;br /&gt;A brisa aprazível esvai, &lt;br /&gt;A brisa dos queridos foge, sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No fone toca Di Melo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-5036211881759900254?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5036211881759900254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=5036211881759900254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/5036211881759900254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/5036211881759900254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-indo-embora.html' title='Tô indo em[bora]'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-4877834261438547944</id><published>2009-03-24T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:27:16.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doloroso acre</title><content type='html'>Meu amor preguiça com a preguiça dela&lt;br /&gt;Amassa toda roupa nela, divaga manssim&lt;br /&gt;Suave me olha, como um crepúsculo que faz bem&lt;br /&gt;Me prende e afoga, com certeza me tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No fone toca Moveis Coloniais de Acaju - O Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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acre'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-8072095791568635696</id><published>2009-03-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:52:55.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down. A vida vai além</title><content type='html'>Não dar pra continuar &lt;br /&gt;A vida é traiçoeira&lt;br /&gt;Também nem vou reclamar&lt;br /&gt;Viver vira uma besteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dá um pedaço de dor maior&lt;br /&gt;Amor já não me queira&lt;br /&gt;Pode deixar sofrimento na mão&lt;br /&gt;Alegria vem e rasteja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não tente se enganar, leve tudo,&lt;br /&gt;fica tudo no olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tente entender, tudo para,&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo quer para.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofreu algumas mudanças pra ser postado, porque é letra de uma musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No fone toca Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-8072095791568635696?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/8072095791568635696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=8072095791568635696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/8072095791568635696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/8072095791568635696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/03/down-vida-vai-alem.html' title='Down. A vida vai além'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-8454533443909831209</id><published>2009-03-06T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:07:39.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De livros fazemos árvores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No fone toca Ed Motta - Aystelum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-8454533443909831209?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/8454533443909831209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=8454533443909831209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/8454533443909831209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/8454533443909831209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-livros-fazemos-arvores.html' title=''/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-5847336806930665043</id><published>2009-02-19T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:27:34.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AndeLogo</title><content type='html'>Vou&lt;br /&gt;Pois não existe tal poema&lt;br /&gt;Que valesse a pena,&lt;br /&gt;Nem gotas pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Representaria lagrimas pra te segurar.&lt;br /&gt;E se segura, o tempo não a suportaria&lt;br /&gt;Essa imensa praga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou&lt;br /&gt;Correr atrás do vento&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do seu som&lt;br /&gt;Pra não parar de cantar &lt;br /&gt;Voltar a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou&lt;br /&gt;Com passos tontos e gritando&lt;br /&gt;Maldita hora que parei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-5847336806930665043?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5847336806930665043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=5847336806930665043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/5847336806930665043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/5847336806930665043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/02/andlogo.html' title='AndeLogo'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-3990549908862023698</id><published>2009-02-18T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:32:00.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riscos de 2</title><content type='html'>Descaso&lt;br /&gt;desvenda &lt;br /&gt;o acaso,&lt;br /&gt;descasca&lt;br /&gt;e molda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-3990549908862023698?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3990549908862023698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=3990549908862023698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/3990549908862023698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/3990549908862023698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/02/riscos-de-2.html' title='Riscos de 2'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-3299076583717897263</id><published>2009-02-06T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:48:59.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inclinação da Alma</title><content type='html'>Nunca disse pra te que seria fácil&lt;br /&gt;Fila de ônibus pra gente não existe &lt;br /&gt;A cada passo lento as coisas acontecem depressa&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas andamos, cansados na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos me aquece suas asas&lt;br /&gt;E o peito descompassado no canto esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;Bate aliviado, faz-me rir, achar graça da desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Como é suportável o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas com conversas batidas, sorrisos, beijos,&lt;br /&gt;abraços, violões mal tocados e canto errado&lt;br /&gt;É suficiente estando ao teu lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-3299076583717897263?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/3299076583717897263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=3299076583717897263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/3299076583717897263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/3299076583717897263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/02/inclinacao-da-alma.html' title='Inclinação da Alma'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-6735449607116414033</id><published>2009-01-30T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:59:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba dos Animais</title><content type='html'>O homem antigamente falava&lt;br /&gt;Com a cobra, o jabuti e o leão&lt;br /&gt;Olha o macaco na selva&lt;br /&gt;Não é macaco baby&lt;br /&gt;É meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;Porém durou pouquíssimo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Essa incrível curtição&lt;br /&gt;Pois o homem, rei do planeta&lt;br /&gt;Logo fez sua careta&lt;br /&gt;E começou a sua civilização&lt;br /&gt;Agora já é tarde&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca volta jamais&lt;br /&gt;O jeito é tomar um foguete&lt;br /&gt;É comer desse banquete&lt;br /&gt;Para obter a paz(a velha paz)&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente tinha quando falava com os animais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Por: Jorge Mautner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-6735449607116414033?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/6735449607116414033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=6735449607116414033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/6735449607116414033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/6735449607116414033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/01/samba-dos-animais.html' title='Samba dos Animais'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-2313820023226670049</id><published>2009-01-28T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:54:39.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avizinhar</title><content type='html'>O amor tá na janela.&lt;br /&gt;A um passo, &lt;br /&gt;A um olhar. &lt;br /&gt;Sempre espera&lt;br /&gt;Quem se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ou triste.&lt;br /&gt;O amor está a um passo da flor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-2313820023226670049?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2313820023226670049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=2313820023226670049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/2313820023226670049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/2313820023226670049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/01/avizinhar.html' title='Avizinhar'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-1407030557424648949</id><published>2009-01-21T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:47:43.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volúpia</title><content type='html'>Apesar de estar sumida, não suma!&lt;br /&gt;Bem perto, de longe, está perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Bem pudera fingir que vem, pra assim poder também.&lt;br /&gt;Lamento sua volta,&lt;br /&gt;quem dera ficasse mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades que bate e passa,&lt;br /&gt;Porque vem o vento que bate nas árvores&lt;br /&gt;Já tava ficando um calor insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;A pele, a cor, faz aguentar&lt;br /&gt;Agora o interior tava uma coisa que só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então como tava te dizendo&lt;br /&gt;Me viro bem, volúpia tem  &lt;br /&gt;Amor se foi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-1407030557424648949?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/1407030557424648949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=1407030557424648949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/1407030557424648949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/1407030557424648949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/01/volpia.html' title='Volúpia'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-4283402501074515839</id><published>2009-01-14T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:29:39.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A vida que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Não tem uma escada&lt;br /&gt;Pra ao menos conseguir chegar&lt;br /&gt;No topo do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-4283402501074515839?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/4283402501074515839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=4283402501074515839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/4283402501074515839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/4283402501074515839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida-que-sempre-quis-no-tem-uma-escada.html' title=''/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-6972590844156623281</id><published>2009-01-08T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:33:29.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ela estava sentada na pedra, enquanto surgia o severo pensamento. Do quanto a vida é distante da felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tal felicidade, que nunca cansa de voar para longe, pra adiar sua chegada.&lt;br /&gt;Voltando pra sua mente, percebeu o tanto que estava sendo inútil. Ficou minutos parado. Resolveu e pulou.&lt;br /&gt;Decidiu voar pra ver se no sopro e corrente do vento. &lt;br /&gt;Batia de frente. De lado. O que fosse. &lt;br /&gt;Só queria chegar perto do que sempre buscou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-6972590844156623281?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/6972590844156623281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=6972590844156623281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/6972590844156623281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/6972590844156623281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2009/01/ela-estava-sentada-na-pedra-enquanto.html' title=''/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-5023596145516680526</id><published>2008-12-22T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:26:54.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deusumano</title><content type='html'>Dia ta cinza&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é chuva&lt;br /&gt;Tempo quente&lt;br /&gt;E não é o sol&lt;br /&gt;Fogo ardente&lt;br /&gt;E são vocês gente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-5023596145516680526?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/5023596145516680526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=5023596145516680526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/5023596145516680526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/5023596145516680526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2008/12/desumano.html' title='Deusumano'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-2889178902444480667</id><published>2008-12-15T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:50:10.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobo da Corte</title><content type='html'>Era uma vez &lt;br /&gt;um menino que queria&lt;br /&gt;fazer os outros sorrirem&lt;br /&gt;sem piadas maldosas&lt;br /&gt;sem ter que ver felizes e infelizes             &lt;br /&gt;e até que tinha vocação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cresceu conseguiu ser &lt;br /&gt;o bobo do circo sem futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu pai era o palhaço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-2889178902444480667?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2889178902444480667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=2889178902444480667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/2889178902444480667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/2889178902444480667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2008/12/bobo-da-corte.html' title='Bobo da Corte'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-901181452119193783</id><published>2008-12-06T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:33:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De lado pro sol</title><content type='html'>Com uma mão tampava um olho &lt;br /&gt;O nariz cobria o outro&lt;br /&gt;Queria olhar sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Sem estar de trás de lentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O brilho que tinha&lt;br /&gt;Já não era suficiente&lt;br /&gt;A luz se aproximava &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sem a mão e o nariz&lt;br /&gt;O sol o fez feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cego entaum&lt;br /&gt;De lado pro sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorria, sentia &lt;br /&gt;E naum via.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-901181452119193783?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/901181452119193783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=901181452119193783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/901181452119193783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/901181452119193783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-lado-pro-sol.html' title='De lado pro sol'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-4327407104758856552</id><published>2008-11-16T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:02:30.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O despertar é uma flor filha</title><content type='html'>Acorda porque nasce&lt;br /&gt;Nasce porque acorda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um sono profundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra uma vida toda eterna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha tentar ser livre;&lt;br /&gt;O despertar é uma flor filha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-4327407104758856552?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/4327407104758856552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=4327407104758856552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/4327407104758856552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/4327407104758856552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-despertar-uma-flor-filha.html' title='O despertar é uma flor filha'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-2479977532203919465</id><published>2008-11-11T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:17:59.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother</title><content type='html'>Ainda bem que está correndo bem&lt;br /&gt;Posso vê amigos com a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida esta no estagio real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bom vê-los contemplando a solidão que já não tem&lt;br /&gt;Ruim saber que está preste a voltar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Brother'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-2329037272604685250</id><published>2008-11-10T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T05:31:12.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O cético -  And Sévlla e William Gomez</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" 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Gomez'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-7806429580655118966</id><published>2008-11-07T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:14:12.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinheiro natural</title><content type='html'>Adaptar se torna obrigatório&lt;br /&gt;Pior é que se acostuma tanto&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-se existência no canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E solta o que aprendeu e mais um tanto&lt;br /&gt;Larga de mão, e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o mesmo de antes não o satisfaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-7806429580655118966?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/7806429580655118966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=7806429580655118966&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/7806429580655118966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/7806429580655118966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2008/11/dinheiro-natural.html' title='Dinheiro natural'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-4586817229709643881</id><published>2008-11-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:24:04.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>04 de outubro</title><content type='html'>Mês de outubro, mês qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de chuva, usam-se luvas&lt;br /&gt;Dias de minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;Mudam-se os horários&lt;br /&gt;Até penso em dizer não;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que nesse tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não temos tempo pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Também vejo que alem do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vai ter depois;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que viva o amor&lt;br /&gt;Viva a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Que dure essa dor&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer perdão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando lembrei dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;No clarão da noite&lt;br /&gt;Percebi o quanto era lindo a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar como louco te ver do nada&lt;br /&gt;Seria bom ser um alucinado&lt;br /&gt;Logo hoje que resolvi escrever algo pra você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-4586817229709643881?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/4586817229709643881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=4586817229709643881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/4586817229709643881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/4586817229709643881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2008/11/04-de-outubro.html' title='04 de outubro'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-7774432262212326732</id><published>2008-11-06T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:44:35.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte em vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SRMBZULQAOI/AAAAAAAAABA/6YAVudcT0zM/s1600-h/iamgem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E realmente dá dó&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo no mundo sem cor&lt;br /&gt;Sem razão e só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com seu novo destino&lt;br /&gt;Que é velho desde menino&lt;br /&gt;Dispensável é a sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos fosse forte&lt;br /&gt;Brindava sua morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586647795446049087-7774432262212326732?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/7774432262212326732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586647795446049087&amp;postID=7774432262212326732&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/7774432262212326732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586647795446049087/posts/default/7774432262212326732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/2008/11/morte-em-vida.html' title='Morte em vida'/><author><name>AndLogo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244169398274552171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SREJgZimB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rm5XLo8h9AQ/S220/0907081847-01.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586647795446049087.post-2016740433777784904</id><published>2008-11-05T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:13:26.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentes oculares - And Sévlla e William Gomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7a-AyuradCM/SRHwi-1MQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/L6Htk5Xt29E/s1600-h/imagem2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num precipício qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vejo a cura de todo sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;A beleza do novo nascimento,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o que não se ver&lt;br /&gt;Vejo por dentro dela o legítimo desejo&lt;br /&gt;Do corpo proferir-se&lt;br /&gt;E brotar a fumaça do cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Do riso sardônico&lt;br /&gt;Que provocara tantos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nesse mundo maluco onde um fim é o começo&lt;br /&gt;De alguma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-me quando tava perdido nesse jardim&lt;br /&gt;Em meio à flores mortas&lt;br /&gt;Por pegadas de gente apressada&lt;br /&gt;Que não sabe o que é um contemplo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pessoas vêm e vão, querendo alcançar o infinito&lt;br /&gt;Numa viagem perspicaz&lt;br /&gt;Através de horizontes que estão gravados em sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber que ao longo pode se deparar a um abismo,&lt;br /&gt;Onde sempre quis chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim ainda creio&lt;br /&gt;Que o arco-íris preto e branco irá brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, Inverno de 2007&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/2586647795446049087-2016740433777784904?l=andlogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andlogo.blogspot.com/feeds/2016740433777784904/comments/default' title='Postar 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