<?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-8736839745389068091</id><updated>2011-12-13T10:08:07.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackeline Oliveira</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2548787290050915890</id><published>2011-12-13T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:08:07.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C. LUZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PJViVJWcpOw/TNB9SLNijfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5p-NXOLp8Yg/s1600/tumblr_lapjo4tJp21qdfa0ho1_400+(1).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PJViVJWcpOw/TNB9SLNijfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5p-NXOLp8Yg/s1600/tumblr_lapjo4tJp21qdfa0ho1_400+(1).gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senta aqui desse lado,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu te contar o que foi feito daquele tempo que era nosso,&lt;br /&gt;Um porta retrato daqueles risos&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu bebia sem desterro,&lt;br /&gt;Oceanos de alegria que cabiam no espaço curto&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vida tão humana que foge da gente.&lt;br /&gt;Não te posso falar que estou triste, &lt;br /&gt;Não me abandona a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que me lança para o destino desse reencontro&lt;br /&gt;Da retomada de onde paramos, &lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras dizendo as horas,&lt;br /&gt;Distanciando essa saudade só,&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder ver sorrir pra mim novamente,&lt;br /&gt;A sua Luz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2548787290050915890?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2548787290050915890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2548787290050915890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2548787290050915890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2548787290050915890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2011/12/luz.html' title='C. LUZ!'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PJViVJWcpOw/TNB9SLNijfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5p-NXOLp8Yg/s72-c/tumblr_lapjo4tJp21qdfa0ho1_400+(1).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-6564047241167356855</id><published>2011-11-25T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:06:06.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batucada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9DtPQLtaAQ/TtADNzgd4-I/AAAAAAAABBY/DmUgfKbA3kA/s1600/Hanuman1p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9DtPQLtaAQ/TtADNzgd4-I/AAAAAAAABBY/DmUgfKbA3kA/s320/Hanuman1p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679042665813763042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Deu formas e curvas novas&lt;br /&gt;A esse velho corpo meu&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor ginga o meu rebolado&lt;br /&gt;E Já não exalo mais simples olhares&lt;br /&gt;... Agora ele é um decote ousado&lt;br /&gt;Uma roupa permanente&lt;br /&gt;Amor é coisa séria&lt;br /&gt;Falado e cantado&lt;br /&gt;Como deve de ser&lt;br /&gt;O amor emoldurou em mim&lt;br /&gt;Outros temperos&lt;br /&gt;Geografias de linhas marginais&lt;br /&gt;Armaduras e coletes&lt;br /&gt;De intensa atitude&lt;br /&gt;Essa, de amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-6564047241167356855?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/6564047241167356855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=6564047241167356855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6564047241167356855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6564047241167356855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2011/11/batucada.html' title='Batucada!'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9DtPQLtaAQ/TtADNzgd4-I/AAAAAAAABBY/DmUgfKbA3kA/s72-c/Hanuman1p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-8578610208670039560</id><published>2011-08-22T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:18:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarda, chuva!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlABSok89Ic/TlLxIwBEJsI/AAAAAAAABAs/tdY5IJ-RlpA/s1600/walter-rodrigues-verao-2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlABSok89Ic/TlLxIwBEJsI/AAAAAAAABAs/tdY5IJ-RlpA/s320/walter-rodrigues-verao-2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643838415679268546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó, chuva amorosa que não vai embora...&lt;br /&gt;Que não vai embora...&lt;br /&gt;Diz quanto tempo tenho para tecer os verões?&lt;br /&gt;Fala de como a terra úmida suportará todas suas ilusões...&lt;br /&gt;Revela então os segredos do céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se assim perdurar:&lt;br /&gt;Pingos, que eu não ouso contar,&lt;br /&gt;Perder-me-ei no tempo de acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se gota a gota tu vens com paciência&lt;br /&gt;Enche então as minhas “malas”&lt;br /&gt;E leva contigo as minhas amarras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-8578610208670039560?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/8578610208670039560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=8578610208670039560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8578610208670039560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8578610208670039560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2011/08/guarda-chuva.html' title='Guarda, chuva!!!'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlABSok89Ic/TlLxIwBEJsI/AAAAAAAABAs/tdY5IJ-RlpA/s72-c/walter-rodrigues-verao-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-6565432680841222767</id><published>2011-07-23T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:20:57.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRAtxa3mFyk/TtAGsiz4MVI/AAAAAAAABB8/-nCUmghVUWU/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRAtxa3mFyk/TtAGsiz4MVI/AAAAAAAABB8/-nCUmghVUWU/s320/image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679046492442603858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo é a casa,&lt;br /&gt;O telhado é de Vidro.&lt;br /&gt;Da pra ver o céu, porém chove dentro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As horas são rasteiras...&lt;br /&gt;Micro partículas de fome,&lt;br /&gt;Oportunistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço como?&lt;br /&gt;Digo oras, deixei-me brincar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-6565432680841222767?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/6565432680841222767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=6565432680841222767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6565432680841222767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6565432680841222767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-corpo-e-casa-o-telhado-e-de-vidro.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRAtxa3mFyk/TtAGsiz4MVI/AAAAAAAABB8/-nCUmghVUWU/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-3344790409727270119</id><published>2011-02-16T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:22:28.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na ribanceira da saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8G1AxcwLio/TtAHDogG_DI/AAAAAAAABCI/UQW2JIVdbzw/s1600/carrega_mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8G1AxcwLio/TtAHDogG_DI/AAAAAAAABCI/UQW2JIVdbzw/s320/carrega_mundo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679046889107291186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade mal acordada, &lt;br /&gt;saudade desiquilibrada &lt;br /&gt;e a fome exagerada por seu olhar com bom humor. &lt;br /&gt;Fui buscar na tua fonte escondida, &lt;br /&gt;todo amor,&lt;br /&gt;toda comida e o depois ficou esse “meio” que nem te traz e nem te leva.&lt;br /&gt;Larvas sem ter asas como a imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Na displicência dos beijos, outros realejos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-3344790409727270119?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/3344790409727270119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=3344790409727270119' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3344790409727270119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3344790409727270119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2011/02/na-ribanceira-da-saudade.html' title='Na ribanceira da saudade'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8G1AxcwLio/TtAHDogG_DI/AAAAAAAABCI/UQW2JIVdbzw/s72-c/carrega_mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-6583477616334525097</id><published>2010-12-28T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:49:28.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iluminarius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TRqvwB_ruoI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IGP4ipnhiOM/s1600/P1030809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TRqvwB_ruoI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IGP4ipnhiOM/s320/P1030809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555946330019052162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No declive da espera&lt;br /&gt;Flores meditam pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Corpos ainda sonolentos&lt;br /&gt;Dispersam sonhos dormidos&lt;br /&gt;Relvas de beijos&lt;br /&gt;Noites a fio.&lt;br /&gt;Esperas constantes&lt;br /&gt;Antes ou depois de amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Hão de voltar aqueles versos&lt;br /&gt;E bem depois das estações&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração palpitará em febre&lt;br /&gt;Novos sopros de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Longe dos velhos refúgios e das velhas chamas,&lt;br /&gt;As brasas e as espumas. &lt;br /&gt;Abismos invertidos e choque de flocos de&lt;br /&gt;Gelo contra os astros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-6583477616334525097?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/6583477616334525097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=6583477616334525097' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6583477616334525097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6583477616334525097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/12/iluminarius.html' title='Iluminarius'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TRqvwB_ruoI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IGP4ipnhiOM/s72-c/P1030809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4592239665428973888</id><published>2010-11-15T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:25:48.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TOG5b6QCKmI/AAAAAAAAA64/x2cIyicAwbc/s1600/DSCF1152-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TOG5b6QCKmI/AAAAAAAAA64/x2cIyicAwbc/s320/DSCF1152-4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539912905786534498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro é turvo;&lt;br /&gt;Eu "completo" minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Com pontos no instante.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes eu perambulo, &lt;br /&gt;enquanto meu coração rasteja,&lt;br /&gt;Consequentemente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro de tempos em tempos&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro o gosto do vento.&lt;br /&gt;E para você, &lt;br /&gt;Três tempos de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Ao ritmo do momento&lt;br /&gt;E ao êxtase&lt;br /&gt;que entrelaça o vento.&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção ingênua de &lt;br /&gt;Inclinações naturais.&lt;br /&gt;Uma contemplação &lt;br /&gt;A tempo de observar&lt;br /&gt;O instante passar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4592239665428973888?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4592239665428973888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4592239665428973888' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4592239665428973888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4592239665428973888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/11/silencius.html' title='Jackeline'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TOG5b6QCKmI/AAAAAAAAA64/x2cIyicAwbc/s72-c/DSCF1152-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4406147540186355799</id><published>2010-10-06T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:24:29.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAILADO BLUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TKzv2f4eHhI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Rtn-9K8REyg/s1600/waits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TKzv2f4eHhI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Rtn-9K8REyg/s320/waits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525054562427084306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessas noites o sangue vira whisk&lt;br /&gt;Eu toco minhas notas distorcidas&lt;br /&gt;Só pra te ver dançar baby&lt;br /&gt;Dançar sobre seus ossos&lt;br /&gt;Estou gritando para você ouvir &lt;br /&gt;e eu vou continuar gritando até os seus ouvidos sangrarem&lt;br /&gt;o meu doce e violento amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me faz sentir tão errado&lt;br /&gt;Então olhe para mim enquanto eu cuspo a verdade em seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero te ver dançar baby&lt;br /&gt;Dançar sobre os meus ossos&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não pode fugir esta noite&lt;br /&gt;do meu doce e violento amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda é a mesma velha história&lt;br /&gt;Um combate de amor e glória&lt;br /&gt;Eu precisei de você, &lt;br /&gt;Mas de jeito nenhum você precisou de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu só preciso te ver dançar baby&lt;br /&gt;TE VER DANÇAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs: MEU PRIMEIRO BLUES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4406147540186355799?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4406147540186355799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4406147540186355799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4406147540186355799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4406147540186355799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/10/bailado-blues.html' title='BAILADO BLUES'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TKzv2f4eHhI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Rtn-9K8REyg/s72-c/waits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-42980694434265256</id><published>2010-10-04T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:11:04.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TKomhfsSp-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/R2g7lJCTQBM/s1600/Tom%2BWaits%2BTom_Waits_Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TKomhfsSp-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/R2g7lJCTQBM/s320/Tom%2BWaits%2BTom_Waits_Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524270249808144354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça bailar teus ossos&lt;br /&gt;Priva do coração o hábito &lt;br /&gt;Desvie seus olhos distraidos&lt;br /&gt;Contemple as rosas murchas&lt;br /&gt;E reconheça  a beleza do desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz se o espaço é grande&lt;br /&gt;O que deve ser feito&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser feito.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje são as estrela&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã quem saberá dizê-las.&lt;br /&gt;Na secura das chuvas&lt;br /&gt;Os passarinhos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-42980694434265256?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/42980694434265256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=42980694434265256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/42980694434265256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/42980694434265256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/10/chocolate-blues.html' title='Chocolate blues'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TKomhfsSp-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/R2g7lJCTQBM/s72-c/Tom%2BWaits%2BTom_Waits_Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-6776262126791009745</id><published>2010-09-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:24:30.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin e yang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TIfiNeQip6I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Tnjy9_JAR3k/s1600/tango21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TIfiNeQip6I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Tnjy9_JAR3k/s320/tango21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514624989827082146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A calma é irmã da paz&lt;br /&gt;A paz é intima&lt;br /&gt;A vida em certas horas foge&lt;br /&gt;De repente é primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Estou livre das quimeras tristes&lt;br /&gt;Que as horas humanas gritam.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vidas pra viver.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas por fazer&lt;br /&gt;que as horas pairam sobre as flores dos ipês.&lt;br /&gt;Mantendo-me entre versos,&lt;br /&gt;Você declara independência&lt;br /&gt;E eu a liberdade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-6776262126791009745?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/6776262126791009745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=6776262126791009745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6776262126791009745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6776262126791009745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/09/yng-e-yang.html' title='Yin e yang'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TIfiNeQip6I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Tnjy9_JAR3k/s72-c/tango21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-89550843794714392</id><published>2010-08-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T06:43:10.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circunstâncias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TGKoHpBu4aI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tO_gwhTgCO4/s1600/DSC07125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TGKoHpBu4aI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tO_gwhTgCO4/s320/DSC07125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504146543825838498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos de mais parágrafos felizes&lt;br /&gt;Dos amores que surgem do insuspeito&lt;br /&gt;Que venham de longe,&lt;br /&gt;de onde vaga o pensamento dissonante.&lt;br /&gt;Criaturas inteiras&lt;br /&gt;Que fujam dos recortes de jornais&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam vívidos, impávidos e colossos.&lt;br /&gt;Que saibam acordar e sorrir pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Feitos de sossego,&lt;br /&gt;Aurora e oportunidades&lt;br /&gt;Que antes de entrar limpem a sujeira da rua&lt;br /&gt;E que a alma seja leve feito nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Roupa de cama, Taça de vinho e disco de vinil.&lt;br /&gt;Que não virem Porta-retrato no espaço dos outros fatos vis.&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam brevemente demorados &lt;br /&gt;Sussurrando em falsetes outros versos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-89550843794714392?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/89550843794714392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=89550843794714392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/89550843794714392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/89550843794714392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/08/circunstancias.html' title='Circunstâncias'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TGKoHpBu4aI/AAAAAAAAA3w/tO_gwhTgCO4/s72-c/DSC07125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-6323895146443101806</id><published>2010-07-16T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:59:07.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la fortuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TECkjiUa-kI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Ka3f_U5pHlg/s1600/CAMA_LINDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TECkjiUa-kI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Ka3f_U5pHlg/s320/CAMA_LINDA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494572475806841410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si Han transcurrido Los años&lt;br /&gt;Yo les habia percibido en ostentaciones &lt;br /&gt;Los "hombres solos"&lt;br /&gt;Las Mujeres verdeantes&lt;br /&gt;Las ropillas de Las Ventanas&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi proprio coración...&lt;br /&gt;EL tiempo en lo curso normale&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que sucede&lt;br /&gt;Es la verdad de la Vida&lt;br /&gt;Los "hombres y Mujeres" Las hijo en humanos&lt;br /&gt;Pero de las noches sin rumbo enguarradas&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma va Con Los Coches Las calles por interminables&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo para encontrar lo que queda de ellos felciidade de los necios&lt;br /&gt;Vive para esperar el día de la tierra dejará de girar y luego&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo en órbita&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez una estrella aliberdade&lt;br /&gt;a vagar por el universo aparte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-6323895146443101806?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/6323895146443101806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=6323895146443101806' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6323895146443101806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6323895146443101806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-fortuna.html' title='la fortuna'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TECkjiUa-kI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Ka3f_U5pHlg/s72-c/CAMA_LINDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-3932315688096617489</id><published>2010-06-29T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:37:03.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Altitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TCptdcC-u1I/AAAAAAAAA14/XyCW6qSU3w8/s1600/OAAAAB2r3zBOSFgYKMR1CPpRu9Px53gINNNHv3UmBH_7FOYnOEo49au9-FDkBDyqxdVLy4Q3j4cPTpCJur0EsMluqN4Am1T1UD5aW7E9sP5KqHicyq08sJeDOwls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TCptdcC-u1I/AAAAAAAAA14/XyCW6qSU3w8/s320/OAAAAB2r3zBOSFgYKMR1CPpRu9Px53gINNNHv3UmBH_7FOYnOEo49au9-FDkBDyqxdVLy4Q3j4cPTpCJur0EsMluqN4Am1T1UD5aW7E9sP5KqHicyq08sJeDOwls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488319448416697170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei de saudades&lt;br /&gt;Todas as novidades surgem &lt;br /&gt;De um sorriso novo&lt;br /&gt;De uma promiscuidade, vida!&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto porque o instante existe&lt;br /&gt;E foi ontem o meu amanhã&lt;br /&gt;E se te chamo pra rodar&lt;br /&gt;É porque o mundo pode dançar sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;E você pode brincar de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos assim como os astros&lt;br /&gt;Podemos rodopiar com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;Viva comigo essas horas&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã o dia foisse embora&lt;br /&gt;E o sol nascerá só na nossa janela.&lt;br /&gt;Para outros, apenas a noite, &lt;br /&gt;O deleito dos sonhos eternos.&lt;br /&gt;Basta-me um pequeno gesto,&lt;br /&gt;e de longe e de leve,&lt;br /&gt;e eu para sempre te leve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-3932315688096617489?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/3932315688096617489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=3932315688096617489' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3932315688096617489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3932315688096617489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/06/altitude.html' title='Altitude'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TCptdcC-u1I/AAAAAAAAA14/XyCW6qSU3w8/s72-c/OAAAAB2r3zBOSFgYKMR1CPpRu9Px53gINNNHv3UmBH_7FOYnOEo49au9-FDkBDyqxdVLy4Q3j4cPTpCJur0EsMluqN4Am1T1UD5aW7E9sP5KqHicyq08sJeDOwls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-3566948768307905649</id><published>2010-06-20T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:28:35.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O vôo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TB6Ec5vnMCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UbpgJlIHyJE/s1600/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TB6Ec5vnMCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UbpgJlIHyJE/s320/P1010150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484967028255567906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando da luta&lt;br /&gt;Levanta teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Voe de um lado para o outro rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;Abra teus braços &lt;br /&gt;E deixa as mãos erguidas para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Os espaços estão curtos&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar aqui quando você voltar&lt;br /&gt;Posso te mandar uma mensagem pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;E ai você me leva novamente naquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;E eu poderei ver a cidade la de cima&lt;br /&gt;E assim, vou entender que&lt;br /&gt;Os espaços estão realmente curtos&lt;br /&gt;E que esta cidade cabe na palma da mão&lt;br /&gt;Ama-me, com ternura, ama-me de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Realize todos os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E então, eu serei como a lua&lt;br /&gt;Que flutua devagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-3566948768307905649?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/3566948768307905649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=3566948768307905649' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3566948768307905649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3566948768307905649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-voo.html' title='O vôo'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/TB6Ec5vnMCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UbpgJlIHyJE/s72-c/P1010150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1762139250150999547</id><published>2010-05-19T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:47:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lábios e silêncios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_SO_BI1EGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pk_FD5074KA/s1600/klimt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_SO_BI1EGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pk_FD5074KA/s320/klimt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473156660450365538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas saudades do outono,&lt;br /&gt;de suas cores amarelas...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do tempo onde os lábios não rachavam&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo sonolento entre beijos e silêncios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estações estão mudando&lt;br /&gt;Hora primaveira com suas &lt;br /&gt;calêndulas apaixonadas,&lt;br /&gt;horas o verão com sua cadência quente...&lt;br /&gt;E eu me elevo como um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;Na doçura daqueles beijos açucarados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de usar os tons pastéis &lt;br /&gt;De escutar o tique-taque dos relógios&lt;br /&gt;De contar dia a dia quanto tempo falta para chegar setembro&lt;br /&gt;E assim renascer nos meus vinte e poucos fatos&lt;br /&gt;E ser novamente lábios e silêncios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline (ás brumas)&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Klimt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1762139250150999547?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1762139250150999547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1762139250150999547' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1762139250150999547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1762139250150999547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/05/labios-e-silencios.html' title='Lábios e silêncios'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_SO_BI1EGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/pk_FD5074KA/s72-c/klimt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5503191295137734312</id><published>2010-05-18T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:21:06.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outros temporais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_LZ5yi53XI/AAAAAAAAAxo/H0KZQKLSOmA/s1600/1000imagensCA30T0O0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_LZ5yi53XI/AAAAAAAAAxo/H0KZQKLSOmA/s320/1000imagensCA30T0O0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472676084052516210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La do outro lado &lt;br /&gt;Não há nada pra fazer a noite&lt;br /&gt;E você vai me mantendo viva com seu doce e caudaloso amor&lt;br /&gt;Serei sua companhia em alguma estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Meu fardo é pesado, querido,&lt;br /&gt;E meus sonhos estão além de meu controle&lt;br /&gt;Vestida de trapos e desperdícios..&lt;br /&gt;Consumindo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vou somente entre impulsos falsos..&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho sido miserável&lt;br /&gt;Extremamente miserável querido&lt;br /&gt;Contando até os pingos da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Decifrando a ilusão, trocando magia por fatos&lt;br /&gt;Sem voltar atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a estranheza dos primitivos,&lt;br /&gt;A luta dos bárbaros,&lt;br /&gt;Rebuscando a delicadeza das gueixas...&lt;br /&gt;Até o vento chegar e colocar tudo de cabeça pra baixo&lt;br /&gt;E deixar o Homem mais selvagem do mundo chorando na dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5503191295137734312?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5503191295137734312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5503191295137734312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5503191295137734312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5503191295137734312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/05/outros-tempo-rais.html' title='Outros temporais'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_LZ5yi53XI/AAAAAAAAAxo/H0KZQKLSOmA/s72-c/1000imagensCA30T0O0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2485285065939756430</id><published>2010-05-17T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:03:49.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desatino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_D4Wo9q6oI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4gGd2dlrsOo/s1600/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_D4Wo9q6oI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4gGd2dlrsOo/s320/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472146615092046466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...querido Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tentei dizer do meu próprio jeito&lt;br /&gt;Você esta comendo o meu coração, e não resta muita coisa de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu me elevo&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa é uma multidão&lt;br /&gt;Aturdido pela própria reflexão&lt;br /&gt;Eu bebi o seu vinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho visto a sua cara e isso é muito para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi os seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, seja gentil.&lt;br /&gt;Busco minha parte..&lt;br /&gt;Como um livro dentre muitos em uma grande estante...&lt;br /&gt;...querido Deus&lt;br /&gt;O que eram todos aqueles sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apenas humano&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe tão frio&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu desapareça&lt;br /&gt;Sussurre no meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;E me deixe voar para o céu...&lt;br /&gt;Eu mudei minha direção, agora não há como voltar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2485285065939756430?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2485285065939756430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2485285065939756430' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2485285065939756430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2485285065939756430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/05/desatino.html' title='Desatino'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S_D4Wo9q6oI/AAAAAAAAAwI/4gGd2dlrsOo/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4390356535842467718</id><published>2010-05-13T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:00:54.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTRADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S-x7AasHC0I/AAAAAAAAAwA/V-VcinGnPV0/s1600/DSC04901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S-x7AasHC0I/AAAAAAAAAwA/V-VcinGnPV0/s320/DSC04901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470882894442859330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIXÃO, AMOR E OUTROS FATOS VIS...&lt;br /&gt;O COMEÇO, ONTEM E HOJE FOISSE EMBORA&lt;br /&gt;A PAIXÃO DISSE NÃO TER TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;O AMOR DIZ NÃO TER PRESSA&lt;br /&gt;OS FATOS PERMANECEM EM UM LUGAR DE DIFICIL ACESSO&lt;br /&gt;O PEITO FLORESCE NA SEQUENCIA DE UM RITMO TRISTE&lt;br /&gt;O QUERER É ESTAR SEMPRE ALEGRE&lt;br /&gt;MAS, DE OUTROS TANTOS NORTES&lt;br /&gt;EI DE QUEDAR A ISÔNIA LONGA DE UM RIO TORTO&lt;br /&gt;ERA ENTÃO UM BEIJO SÓ&lt;br /&gt;E QUE DE SOLIDÃO &lt;br /&gt;VIVE NA ILUSÃO DE UMA BOCA EM&lt;br /&gt;EM DÓ&lt;br /&gt;E DE SER ENTÃO UM VERSO TORTO &lt;br /&gt;DE UM TEXTO LONGO&lt;br /&gt;PARA UMA VIDA BREVE, &lt;br /&gt;TANTOS TROPEÇOS..&lt;br /&gt;ONTEM, HOJE E O INFINITO&lt;br /&gt;SÃO LUGARES QUE ME PUXAM.&lt;br /&gt;DO PASSADO PARA O PRESENTE ABERTO&lt;br /&gt;DE UM HORINZONTE&lt;br /&gt;INFINDO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4390356535842467718?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4390356535842467718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4390356535842467718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4390356535842467718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4390356535842467718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/05/estrada.html' title='ESTRADA'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S-x7AasHC0I/AAAAAAAAAwA/V-VcinGnPV0/s72-c/DSC04901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1984167256742747676</id><published>2010-04-26T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:40:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu fato ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S9X4_Wq2k2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/QjwuogrijX8/s1600/OgAAAL6s2jRaKXPwHbXeSPNd8FNvAfoga7Baz6yzrjPCGUe3Y2414Gw2e8yGaVhEiqQeZOitq6yZ0iXwd_WEaVxaXo0Am1T1UJkaOmLpee7nzjpOh5WP3YCz8y7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S9X4_Wq2k2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/QjwuogrijX8/s320/OgAAAL6s2jRaKXPwHbXeSPNd8FNvAfoga7Baz6yzrjPCGUe3Y2414Gw2e8yGaVhEiqQeZOitq6yZ0iXwd_WEaVxaXo0Am1T1UJkaOmLpee7nzjpOh5WP3YCz8y7E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464547490184729442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE QUE CALADA MANEIRA VOCÊ CHEGA ASSIM SORRINDO, COMO SE FOSSE A PRIMAVERA?&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem esse perfume?&lt;br /&gt;Um mapa repleto de gestos&lt;br /&gt;Uma vale de reticências&lt;br /&gt;Um mergulho em águas turvas&lt;br /&gt;O velho incenso amadeirado&lt;br /&gt;Queimando a tempo de ser&lt;br /&gt;Deixo em minhas entrelinhas você falar&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto um canto de puro afago&lt;br /&gt;Jeito gente que feito homem vira bicho&lt;br /&gt;Entende?&lt;br /&gt;São falácias de um tempo antigo&lt;br /&gt;La onde teu coração foi ferido&lt;br /&gt;Pude escutar teu gemido&lt;br /&gt;Tu já era então&lt;br /&gt;Um fato triste&lt;br /&gt;Da minha doce alegria transmutada&lt;br /&gt;Um realejo de versos meus &lt;br /&gt;Outrora não recitados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1984167256742747676?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1984167256742747676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1984167256742747676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1984167256742747676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1984167256742747676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/04/meu-fato.html' title='Meu fato ...'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S9X4_Wq2k2I/AAAAAAAAAuo/QjwuogrijX8/s72-c/OgAAAL6s2jRaKXPwHbXeSPNd8FNvAfoga7Baz6yzrjPCGUe3Y2414Gw2e8yGaVhEiqQeZOitq6yZ0iXwd_WEaVxaXo0Am1T1UJkaOmLpee7nzjpOh5WP3YCz8y7E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2336854049674189282</id><published>2010-03-28T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:19:23.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O regresso temporário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S7AqPWCM9WI/AAAAAAAAAtI/frg2-mxt9wY/s1600/1000imagensCA7QJA3R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S7AqPWCM9WI/AAAAAAAAAtI/frg2-mxt9wY/s320/1000imagensCA7QJA3R.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453905591846892898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ouvir seus passos na calçada&lt;br /&gt;Ouço de longe o teu coração antigo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tranca ruir&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a porta abrir&lt;br /&gt;Você sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que o tempo ta frio &lt;br /&gt;Pede pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Deixo entrar&lt;br /&gt;Quero pedir&lt;br /&gt;Mas, mais uma vez te deixo ir&lt;br /&gt;Tem que partir&lt;br /&gt;E antes que eu me acostume com a tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Ouço de longe os teus passos &lt;br /&gt;Partindo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá (Para Leafar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2336854049674189282?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2336854049674189282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2336854049674189282' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2336854049674189282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2336854049674189282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-regresso-temporario-posso-ouvir-seus.html' title='O regresso temporário'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S7AqPWCM9WI/AAAAAAAAAtI/frg2-mxt9wY/s72-c/1000imagensCA7QJA3R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-8173188303113825554</id><published>2010-03-13T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:40:34.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S5wUNlW_G7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/iuz7rgm4k4o/s1600-h/DSC04115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S5wUNlW_G7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/iuz7rgm4k4o/s320/DSC04115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448251872810834866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-8173188303113825554?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/8173188303113825554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=8173188303113825554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8173188303113825554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8173188303113825554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S5wUNlW_G7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/iuz7rgm4k4o/s72-c/DSC04115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2362575792573974734</id><published>2010-03-09T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:58:46.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma aurora</title><content type='html'>Assim me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Um satélite vagando pelo céu&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é pouco&lt;br /&gt;O que eu vejo ainda não tem cor&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sinto ainda não tem face&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração é um fingidor&lt;br /&gt;Finge até que é dor&lt;br /&gt;Uma virginiana imperfeita&lt;br /&gt;Que nem de longe&lt;br /&gt;Sabe ao certo se é terra ou é luar&lt;br /&gt;Tantas faces bobas&lt;br /&gt;Que de tantos tropeços&lt;br /&gt;Virou do avesso e não soube ser&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser me acho no emaranhado meu&lt;br /&gt;Que assim seja&lt;br /&gt;E que eu veja&lt;br /&gt;Logo depois &lt;br /&gt;O que já era eu antes do fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2362575792573974734?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2362575792573974734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2362575792573974734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2362575792573974734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2362575792573974734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-aurora.html' title='Uma aurora'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5348278922130234237</id><published>2009-12-10T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:32:36.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S3sq_NjRJGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/O1fKBQ569Ak/s1600-h/P6150059-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S3sq_NjRJGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/O1fKBQ569Ak/s320/P6150059-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438988240437716066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi aquela bicicleta que me deixou em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Foi o vôo livre do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Literalmente ferida&lt;br /&gt;Entrei pela porta errada&lt;br /&gt;E errei o alvo&lt;br /&gt;Desci com pressa demais&lt;br /&gt;E fiquei no sótão dos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Um peixe fora da água&lt;br /&gt;um pássaro sem asas&lt;br /&gt;de Garras quebradas&lt;br /&gt;Quente é a dor de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Frio é o luar.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera fazer amor e curar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5348278922130234237?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5348278922130234237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5348278922130234237' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5348278922130234237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5348278922130234237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-foi-aquela-bicicleta-que-me-deixou.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/S3sq_NjRJGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/O1fKBQ569Ak/s72-c/P6150059-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-735687939933801127</id><published>2009-10-14T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:37:50.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMETO ERÓTICO</title><content type='html'>Ela feito carne de gazela fita-o no centro dos olhos e de uma lambida só o enrijece..&lt;br /&gt;Ele macho feito bicho sem titubear lhe injeta quente o maga lho até o cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-735687939933801127?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/735687939933801127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=735687939933801127' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/735687939933801127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/735687939933801127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/10/poemeto-erotico.html' title='POEMETO ERÓTICO'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-3827224842771540948</id><published>2009-10-12T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:34:52.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio das estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/StPCWR1OPhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fyLjdmaAFnw/s1600-h/DSC06496-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/StPCWR1OPhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fyLjdmaAFnw/s320/DSC06496-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391866866892160530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma janela que da pra ver o céu&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um coração que anda batendo pouco&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma ilusão que já morreu&lt;br /&gt;Tenho versos quentes de uma cama vazia&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sete dias de uma vida eterna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja humano enquanto for&lt;br /&gt;Seja breve antes de ir&lt;br /&gt;Seja louco pra morrer de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busque em si o que lhe falta em casa&lt;br /&gt;Busque lábios que não foram seus...&lt;br /&gt;Busque a Deus antes que se esqueça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuja antes que&lt;br /&gt; enlouqueça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-3827224842771540948?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/3827224842771540948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=3827224842771540948' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3827224842771540948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3827224842771540948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-silencio-das-estrelas.html' title='O silêncio das estrelas'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/StPCWR1OPhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fyLjdmaAFnw/s72-c/DSC06496-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2843011313616541787</id><published>2009-10-01T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:22:18.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SsWOAQkajmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pW7n_O8vdGQ/s1600-h/frida_kahlo_tree_of_hope_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SsWOAQkajmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pW7n_O8vdGQ/s320/frida_kahlo_tree_of_hope_1946.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387868664317513314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Imagem de Frida Kahlo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha-se honesta mesmo quando não souber quem você é&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha-se honesta e siga aonde vão seus pés&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha-se honesta enquanto ama &lt;br /&gt;Mantenha-se honesta quando sente medo&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha-se honesta enquanto houver tempo de ser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha poesia anda por ai...&lt;br /&gt;Minha poesia vive por si só..&lt;br /&gt;Ela cria as suas vielas...&lt;br /&gt;Suas rimas e seu tom mais leve na palidez desse teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Rebuscando a consciência, com medo de viajar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2843011313616541787?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2843011313616541787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2843011313616541787' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2843011313616541787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2843011313616541787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/10/imagem-de-frida-kahlo-mantenha-se.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SsWOAQkajmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pW7n_O8vdGQ/s72-c/frida_kahlo_tree_of_hope_1946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-7475824376844685133</id><published>2009-09-13T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:30:16.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq2qJsl6xpI/AAAAAAAAAl8/wRIYOvJ0-x0/s1600-h/piaf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq2qJsl6xpI/AAAAAAAAAl8/wRIYOvJ0-x0/s320/piaf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381144213343356562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Imagen de Edith Piaf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero mais roubar teu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Já roubei demais&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui fechando os olhos pra não ver quem é você&lt;br /&gt;A canção tocou na hora errada&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo não veste bem a minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Você é um vinho sem aroma&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca quis ser a pessoa certa (A grande mulher)&lt;br /&gt;Sou a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;Dois estranhos teimando caminhar em par&lt;br /&gt;Duas almas sem lar&lt;br /&gt;Onde viveriam?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, daqui de onde estou já não da pra ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-7475824376844685133?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/7475824376844685133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=7475824376844685133' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/7475824376844685133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/7475824376844685133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/09/edith-piaf-eu-nao-quero-mais-roubar-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq2qJsl6xpI/AAAAAAAAAl8/wRIYOvJ0-x0/s72-c/piaf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4253914695477521357</id><published>2009-08-31T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:33:45.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq0eo_OkD7I/AAAAAAAAAls/GzISv19mZpE/s1600-h/Diego+Rivera+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq0eo_OkD7I/AAAAAAAAAls/GzISv19mZpE/s320/Diego+Rivera+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380990819293728690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Imagem de Diego Riviera)&lt;br /&gt;Moreno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma vida (sem eira nem beira)&lt;br /&gt;Sorriremos e fugiremos&lt;br /&gt;Rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;Antes que chegue a próxima desilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus cabelos já não são esconderijos&lt;br /&gt;Já não busco em ti minha paz&lt;br /&gt;O passado bateu na porta&lt;br /&gt;E te levou de lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufocando sob o sol e a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Eu escuto música, os gritos, os risos&lt;br /&gt;Que eclodem e ressoam por todos os lados&lt;br /&gt;E perdida nessa gente que me empurra&lt;br /&gt;Atordoada, desamparada, eu fico lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitariamente perdida no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4253914695477521357?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4253914695477521357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4253914695477521357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4253914695477521357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4253914695477521357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/08/moreno-de-uma-vida-sem-eira-nem-beira.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq0eo_OkD7I/AAAAAAAAAls/GzISv19mZpE/s72-c/Diego+Rivera+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-8311678448772163434</id><published>2009-08-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:15:05.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SpqlgM_WO3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/tAhXQxGHros/s1600-h/laranjas+coloridas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SpqlgM_WO3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/tAhXQxGHros/s320/laranjas+coloridas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791077881428850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poeminha  alcoólico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São nessas noites&lt;br /&gt;Que o espírito não basta &lt;br /&gt;Ser não serve&lt;br /&gt;O que se espera escore feito vento endoidecido&lt;br /&gt;Coração desfalece&lt;br /&gt;Vontade que dá é de pegar carona com aquele velho desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Deitar na calçada e rasgar o vestido&lt;br /&gt;Dormir um sono profundo&lt;br /&gt;Profético&lt;br /&gt;Entorpecido&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de lado a lucidez&lt;br /&gt;A languidez de dias tortos..&lt;br /&gt;E as feridas dessa vida ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-8311678448772163434?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/8311678448772163434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=8311678448772163434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8311678448772163434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8311678448772163434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/08/poeminha-alcoolico-sao-nessas-noites.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SpqlgM_WO3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/tAhXQxGHros/s72-c/laranjas+coloridas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-3065616235339007334</id><published>2009-08-18T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:47:29.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Soqi1a0qD0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/vf7o5efUBOY/s1600-h/DSC09458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Soqi1a0qD0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/vf7o5efUBOY/s320/DSC09458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371284544209686338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele se perdia em meio à multidão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixava-me um par de brincos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o seu perdão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor feita de espinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apressadamente despetalou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos outrora não roubados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuados de vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degustados em vinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como papilas vibrantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Água acida de um destino que separa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo em cálices de calar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo leva como o outono,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num cantar, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cinema mudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De atores surdos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-3065616235339007334?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/3065616235339007334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=3065616235339007334' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3065616235339007334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3065616235339007334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-sonho-ele-se-perdia-em-meio-multidao.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Soqi1a0qD0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/vf7o5efUBOY/s72-c/DSC09458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4362793990587531362</id><published>2009-08-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:42:25.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq0f16nU8xI/AAAAAAAAAl0/AHNZgjHCBQE/s1600-h/DSC09180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq0f16nU8xI/AAAAAAAAAl0/AHNZgjHCBQE/s320/DSC09180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380992140905345810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVA COR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dessa sua nova cor&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das suas novas roupas&lt;br /&gt;Das suas notas novas&lt;br /&gt;Do seu novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Logo agora&lt;br /&gt;Agora que te sinto perto&lt;br /&gt;Foi pra longe&lt;br /&gt;Receba-te o mar&lt;br /&gt;Receba-te em flor&lt;br /&gt;Volta logo&lt;br /&gt;E não me deixa em cais&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe em dor&lt;br /&gt;Venha antes de isso virar ardor&lt;br /&gt;Venha antes de eu partir&lt;br /&gt;Venha amor&lt;br /&gt;Chega de surpresa e me leve nos braços&lt;br /&gt;Temos outros planos&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe de outro alguém&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Um outro dia acabe&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um novo amor&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4362793990587531362?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4362793990587531362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4362793990587531362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4362793990587531362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4362793990587531362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/08/nova-cor-gosto-dessa-sua-nova-cor-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sq0f16nU8xI/AAAAAAAAAl0/AHNZgjHCBQE/s72-c/DSC09180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-8475778900215383697</id><published>2009-08-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:05:54.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SnRn2ucN0MI/AAAAAAAAAiU/J3yUdMWBnKI/s1600-h/P1010016-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SnRn2ucN0MI/AAAAAAAAAiU/J3yUdMWBnKI/s320/P1010016-3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365027245982077122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sorte é vil&lt;br /&gt;E também vilã,&lt;br /&gt;Por horas nos deixa com o gosto quente&lt;br /&gt;Dos bolsos cheios,&lt;br /&gt;Por outras&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixa como &lt;br /&gt;Se chegássemos um minuto&lt;br /&gt;Atrasado para o último vôo.&lt;br /&gt;Nesses paralelos o coração&lt;br /&gt;Vibra morto,&lt;br /&gt;Nos solavancos dessa estrada vida,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse humano ser,&lt;br /&gt;Dessas roupas visto,&lt;br /&gt;Desse moinho a alma,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há tempo de desfalecer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-8475778900215383697?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/8475778900215383697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=8475778900215383697' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8475778900215383697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8475778900215383697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorte-e-vil-e-tambem-vila-por-horas-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SnRn2ucN0MI/AAAAAAAAAiU/J3yUdMWBnKI/s72-c/P1010016-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-8156718629567908990</id><published>2009-07-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:00:43.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SnHDox29CjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B0u1pfNVlC8/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SnHDox29CjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B0u1pfNVlC8/s320/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364283736520985138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma lauda eterna&lt;br /&gt;Frio, inerte, ao abismo um corpo morto rui; &lt;br /&gt;Acabara o suplício, acabara....&lt;br /&gt;Cada olhar que despede na longitude do horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;Parece uma expansão de amor e de egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma invisível mão as cadeias dilui; &lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas não são argumentos,&lt;br /&gt;Frases não são versos,&lt;br /&gt;Beijos não são laços,&lt;br /&gt;A alma suporta com paciência a cólica dos dias...&lt;br /&gt;A melhor definição de amor não esta em livros&lt;br /&gt;E nem nos vales secretos dos deuses rebeldes..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é de um mistério em cor...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo e de fato cena...&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Agonia...&lt;br /&gt;Para as rosas, escreveu alguém, o jardineiro é eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-8156718629567908990?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/8156718629567908990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=8156718629567908990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8156718629567908990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8156718629567908990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-e-uma-lauda-eterna-frio-inerte.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SnHDox29CjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B0u1pfNVlC8/s72-c/1000imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4570971682062774905</id><published>2009-07-07T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:11:13.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SlPqU_9ASAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T1nKopBapIg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SlPqU_9ASAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T1nKopBapIg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355882028359239682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vende-se amor”, diz a placa!!&lt;br /&gt;Um objeto,&lt;br /&gt;Um consumo,&lt;br /&gt;Descartável amor..&lt;br /&gt;50% de desconto no pagamento a vista,&lt;br /&gt;De brinde, um manual de instrução,&lt;br /&gt;Você leva e monta em casa,&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! Tem duas opções: com dor ou sem dor.&lt;br /&gt;Qual você vai querer?&lt;br /&gt;Pense assim ó,&lt;br /&gt;Amor instantâneo feito miojo,&lt;br /&gt;Se você não gostar aceitamos devolução,&lt;br /&gt;Desde que não esteja demasiadamente usado,&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, depois que quebrou não tem como consertar.&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai querer??&lt;br /&gt;É amor, e tem a granel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4570971682062774905?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4570971682062774905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4570971682062774905' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4570971682062774905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4570971682062774905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/07/vende-se-amor-diz-placa-um-objeto-um.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SlPqU_9ASAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T1nKopBapIg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1854090219609513259</id><published>2009-07-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:45:05.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SlJwL3e-vTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GBL--4jvUTw/s1600-h/1000imagensCAQL2QK9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SlJwL3e-vTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GBL--4jvUTw/s320/1000imagensCAQL2QK9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355466256071703858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo úmido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei pra casa cedinho...&lt;br /&gt;Quis dormir antes que anoitecesse novamente. &lt;br /&gt;Fiz uma cabana de cobertores&lt;br /&gt;Peguei meu velho livro de bolso:&lt;br /&gt;“Amor líquido”&lt;br /&gt;E fiquei lá o dia todo...&lt;br /&gt;Escutei minha velha música:&lt;br /&gt;“Paralelas”&lt;br /&gt;Levantei fui até a sala e tudo estava tão gelado..&lt;br /&gt;Olhei pela janela e não pude ver a minha velha rua..&lt;br /&gt;Uma neblina abraçou a cidade e não largou o dia inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;Olhei e não pude ver...&lt;br /&gt;Voltei pra “cabana”&lt;br /&gt;Começou a chover...&lt;br /&gt;Agora tudo esta úmido...&lt;br /&gt;Levemente molhado...&lt;br /&gt;Pobre formiga, pobre gafanhoto, pobre lagartixa...&lt;br /&gt;Nada a fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Um tédio, um desassossego...&lt;br /&gt;Volto a dormir na esperança de ver o sol pela manhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1854090219609513259?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1854090219609513259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1854090219609513259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1854090219609513259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1854090219609513259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempo-umido-voltei-pra-casa-cedinho.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SlJwL3e-vTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/GBL--4jvUTw/s72-c/1000imagensCAQL2QK9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5057474137828063460</id><published>2009-06-27T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:53:34.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Skbbk1hT7JI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PvXNmgQyuHo/s1600-h/1000imagensCAWT2SW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Skbbk1hT7JI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PvXNmgQyuHo/s320/1000imagensCAWT2SW2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352206633064983698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ESPERA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o tempo:&lt;br /&gt;De joelhos não é maneira de ser livre,&lt;br /&gt;Estava aqui a te esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Espera insana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo eu:&lt;br /&gt;Longas noites permitam-me sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Guardo o vinho!&lt;br /&gt;Guardo o beijo!&lt;br /&gt;Fecho a porta!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou viva...&lt;br /&gt;Sob meu ser, está uma estrada que desapareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o tempo:&lt;br /&gt;Por que dormir descontente?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o preço de ter companhia!&lt;br /&gt;A riqueza dos bolsos vazios..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo eu:&lt;br /&gt;Eu o desejei por tanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o tempo:&lt;br /&gt;Isto é só outro dia?&lt;br /&gt;É uma arte viver com dor,&lt;br /&gt;misture a luz com cinza,&lt;br /&gt;Leve os reinados, e vá para o claro.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é tudo que você precisa!!&lt;br /&gt;amor, amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5057474137828063460?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5057474137828063460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5057474137828063460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5057474137828063460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5057474137828063460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/06/espera-diz-o-tempo-de-joelhos-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Skbbk1hT7JI/AAAAAAAAAhM/PvXNmgQyuHo/s72-c/1000imagensCAWT2SW2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1745672193430167603</id><published>2009-06-18T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:09:29.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Skbdzn1PqGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gZTZGbMXo1k/s1600-h/1000imagensCAGBOE09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Skbdzn1PqGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gZTZGbMXo1k/s320/1000imagensCAGBOE09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352209086111787106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derradeira poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Saio de cena&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de brincar de amor.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Todo carnaval tem seu fim.&lt;br /&gt;E eu,&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de nervos sem aço,&lt;br /&gt;Ousei outrora voar nos braços de um vento louco,&lt;br /&gt;Sem direção, voando só por voar..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Um partido coração.&lt;br /&gt;Sem samba maior...&lt;br /&gt;Nos campos da disritmia...&lt;br /&gt;De um descompasso em dó. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Vou para as ilhas da desilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Selando assim a nossa separação.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem sentido amar assim.&lt;br /&gt;O encanto se quebrou&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final feliz, Você sem mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1745672193430167603?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1745672193430167603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1745672193430167603' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1745672193430167603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1745672193430167603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/06/derradeira-poesia-paixao-sai-de-cena.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Skbdzn1PqGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gZTZGbMXo1k/s72-c/1000imagensCAGBOE09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5693480045852754457</id><published>2009-06-15T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:07:21.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SjfON8cVLXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ee7FCqGW_v8/s1600-h/1000imagensCA5OV101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SjfON8cVLXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ee7FCqGW_v8/s320/1000imagensCA5OV101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347969821484330354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha rua tem João de barro e poesia&lt;br /&gt;Tem sino, tem igreja tem harmonia..&lt;br /&gt;Tem som, tem barulho, tem regalias...&lt;br /&gt;Tem palmito, tem banana tem rosa de dia...&lt;br /&gt;Tem casario, casa velha, danceteria..&lt;br /&gt;Tem jabuticabas, tem lençóis, tem padaria...&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente nova, gente velha,  doceria..&lt;br /&gt;Tem brisa, tem varanda, tem alegria..&lt;br /&gt;Tem arte, arteiros e serraria..&lt;br /&gt;Tem de noite, tem de dia...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa por aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Passa o vento, passa o sol, Passa a maresia...&lt;br /&gt;Tem um, tem dois, tem calmaria&lt;br /&gt;Nada passa sem passar, nada ficar pra ficar...&lt;br /&gt;Tem bicho, tem lixo...&lt;br /&gt;Tem ontem, tem o hoje, tem dias...&lt;br /&gt;O meu resto, meu café, meu jantar,&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo inteiro que é tão fácil enxergar...&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! se essa rua fosse minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5693480045852754457?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5693480045852754457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5693480045852754457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5693480045852754457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5693480045852754457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-minha-rua-tem-joao-de-barro-e-poesia.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SjfON8cVLXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ee7FCqGW_v8/s72-c/1000imagensCA5OV101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1118456331991459547</id><published>2009-06-14T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:44:36.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SjVvDSYkCWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dAc_mXOqcmU/s1600-h/DSC09200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SjVvDSYkCWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dAc_mXOqcmU/s320/DSC09200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302234837485922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERA UMA VEZ O TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos tentações de livros,&lt;br /&gt;Escritos antigos&lt;br /&gt;Que mudam como o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Se olhar para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Verás&lt;br /&gt;O tempo cortado em forma de estrelas cadentes&lt;br /&gt;Caindo em feixes de luz&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando o céu no meio&lt;br /&gt;Serpenteando sem palavras o vento&lt;br /&gt;Uma gritante tentação&lt;br /&gt;Que silencia feito trovão.&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro só existe...&lt;br /&gt;Na inquietude constante&lt;br /&gt;De um presente ausente.&lt;br /&gt;O passado sobrevive&lt;br /&gt;em papiros de papelões...&lt;br /&gt;Ciclos de eras...&lt;br /&gt;Mocinhos e vilões...&lt;br /&gt;Que o destino engana...&lt;br /&gt;E a beleza é plena só no olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1118456331991459547?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1118456331991459547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1118456331991459547' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1118456331991459547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1118456331991459547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempo-tempestade-vivemos-tentacoes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SjVvDSYkCWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dAc_mXOqcmU/s72-c/DSC09200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5139350402082865961</id><published>2009-06-02T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:49:41.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosas geladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SiXHaJOoCdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VRMVFx5eaSc/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SiXHaJOoCdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VRMVFx5eaSc/s320/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342895784912751058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use o conhecimento com perseverança e consciência&lt;br /&gt;O amor poder ser doninante&lt;br /&gt;Seja atento e assíduo porque:&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer hora a qualquer momento&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode renascer&lt;br /&gt;Deixe de lado árvores secas&lt;br /&gt;Esteja atento&lt;br /&gt;Chega de ausências&lt;br /&gt;Busque braços de abraços quentes&lt;br /&gt;Pois o frio logo vem&lt;br /&gt;Seco e umido..&lt;br /&gt;No iverno a solidão se acentua&lt;br /&gt;Tome vinho seco&lt;br /&gt;Para esqueNtar o coração&lt;br /&gt;E esteja pronto&lt;br /&gt;Se apronte&lt;br /&gt;Use cachecóis&lt;br /&gt;Desate os nós&lt;br /&gt;Esteja livre ...&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres são assim, mudam como o tempo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5139350402082865961?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5139350402082865961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5139350402082865961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5139350402082865961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5139350402082865961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/06/rosas-geladas-use-o-conhecimento-com_02.html' title='Rosas geladas'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SiXHaJOoCdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VRMVFx5eaSc/s72-c/1000imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-6667767675419156666</id><published>2009-06-01T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:48:25.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um velho papel bordô</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SiPqKWePe7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/X5lHY2Czmr0/s1600-h/DSC00719-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SiPqKWePe7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/X5lHY2Czmr0/s320/DSC00719-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342371046543555506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morrer de sede em frente ao mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um velho papel bordô&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-me que o tempo já passou&lt;br /&gt;Vivo só num turbilhão de pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Que saudade, que saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andará a minha sensatez?&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu-se em outros tempos...&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em versos&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-me de volta&lt;br /&gt;Para os lares antigos de novos beijos&lt;br /&gt;Realejos quentes&lt;br /&gt;De corpos ardentes&lt;br /&gt;Devaneios... apenas devaneios...&lt;br /&gt;De uns tempos pra cá começo a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que na cadencia de ser&lt;br /&gt;Vivem-se sete vidas para que?&lt;br /&gt;Uma bússola de ouro&lt;br /&gt;Um relógio antigo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos deixa a esperar o calor que vem desumano...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje certo pesar de descontentamento,&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que eu rogue preces de amor eterno...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se apresse, pois o tempo já passou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-6667767675419156666?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/6667767675419156666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=6667767675419156666' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6667767675419156666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/6667767675419156666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/06/morrer-de-sede-em-frente-ao-mar-um.html' title='Um velho papel bordô'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SiPqKWePe7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/X5lHY2Czmr0/s72-c/DSC00719-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1779822795213779202</id><published>2009-05-22T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:25:45.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Shgjg136eWI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IQEhzsjJzfM/s1600-h/1000imagens7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Shgjg136eWI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IQEhzsjJzfM/s320/1000imagens7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339056405372107106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O progresso...&lt;br /&gt;Um cosmo cinza de pessoas mendigantes&lt;br /&gt;Geografias distorcidas,&lt;br /&gt;Espaços abertos,&lt;br /&gt;O sol SE QUEIMOU&lt;br /&gt;De tanto respirar&lt;br /&gt;O amor líquido&lt;br /&gt;Que escorre nas vielas das esquinas paralelas..&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões, sonhos, padrões&lt;br /&gt;O tempo desaprendeu a contar,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto isso, tanto aquilo, tanto faz...&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ir...&lt;br /&gt;Embrulhe-me em um saco de pão&lt;br /&gt;Não ha nada aqui..&lt;br /&gt;Não ha nada aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe eu possa ser um raio lazer de plutão&lt;br /&gt;E Atirar meteoritos pelo ar..&lt;br /&gt;Alvejando naves perdidas de inimigos antigos...&lt;br /&gt;Uma revolução silenciosa..&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1779822795213779202?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1779822795213779202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1779822795213779202' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1779822795213779202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1779822795213779202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-progresso_22.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Shgjg136eWI/AAAAAAAAAfA/IQEhzsjJzfM/s72-c/1000imagens7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4513797133327903867</id><published>2009-05-22T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:23:49.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Shgi38mH1mI/AAAAAAAAAe4/xHYBwTXmSRc/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Shgi38mH1mI/AAAAAAAAAe4/xHYBwTXmSRc/s320/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339055702801897058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irreal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levando os sonhos nas mãos, &lt;br /&gt;Andando na ponta dos pés&lt;br /&gt;Para não acordar o meu EU que é triste, vazio, ácido..&lt;br /&gt;Perdi o ritmo no descompasso da tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Um Bálsamo de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Quase escravidão&lt;br /&gt;Eu tão singular virei plural&lt;br /&gt;Rogando ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;Preces de afagos quentes&lt;br /&gt;Lendas tamanhas&lt;br /&gt;Indecentes&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de cais&lt;br /&gt;De caos&lt;br /&gt;Por ali e por acolá&lt;br /&gt;Ir, vir, partir...&lt;br /&gt;Humanamente bicho&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo se mover&lt;br /&gt;Usar, sugar, cuspir...&lt;br /&gt;Navegar e ancorar..&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4513797133327903867?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4513797133327903867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4513797133327903867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4513797133327903867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4513797133327903867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/05/irreal-levando-os-sonhos-nas-maos.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Shgi38mH1mI/AAAAAAAAAe4/xHYBwTXmSRc/s72-c/1000imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-8225103949774251303</id><published>2009-05-18T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:08:44.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ShIPxztJjqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QKCeIiNi4Lw/s1600-h/ATgAAACu-rhpGi3qtKNv42arPwwo8tsC2nxU33_o50LuzmL0txzr-442kiLm5xR7CYsVKCcCKlhnY7TAO7FOjhRoaBBMAJtU9VCpwxgRSikhgsB6oIrxxIMg83dcuw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ShIPxztJjqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QKCeIiNi4Lw/s320/ATgAAACu-rhpGi3qtKNv42arPwwo8tsC2nxU33_o50LuzmL0txzr-442kiLm5xR7CYsVKCcCKlhnY7TAO7FOjhRoaBBMAJtU9VCpwxgRSikhgsB6oIrxxIMg83dcuw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337345856755044002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música alta para os meus ouvidos, por favor... Não quero ouvir meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é sufocante em meio a tantos “EUS” achantes, &lt;br /&gt;Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio preciso sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração anda despedaçando, tanto isso, tanto aquilo, tanto faz...&lt;br /&gt;Tantas certezas, tanta filosofia, tanta orgia,&lt;br /&gt;Quero quanto? E não quero mais..&lt;br /&gt;Quando damos conta nos mudamos para o mundo do outros, &lt;br /&gt;Tornamos-nos o sonho dos outros...&lt;br /&gt;E nós? Fazer o que com tantos sonhos? &lt;br /&gt;Reafirmamos a utopia do que não pode ser?&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer uma revolução silenciosa,&lt;br /&gt;Sem armas, &lt;br /&gt;Assim sem lar. Sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho desejos antigos, sonháveis, vivíveis...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas estradas, minhas vielas, meus seringais...&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso sentir o cheiro de lá...&lt;br /&gt;E ficar temporariamente perdida no mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-8225103949774251303?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/8225103949774251303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=8225103949774251303' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8225103949774251303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8225103949774251303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/05/respirar-musica-alta-para-meus-ouvidos.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ShIPxztJjqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QKCeIiNi4Lw/s72-c/ATgAAACu-rhpGi3qtKNv42arPwwo8tsC2nxU33_o50LuzmL0txzr-442kiLm5xR7CYsVKCcCKlhnY7TAO7FOjhRoaBBMAJtU9VCpwxgRSikhgsB6oIrxxIMg83dcuw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-900810384276203532</id><published>2009-05-17T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:33:45.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desassossego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ShIMcDy5vGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/96PCqukyXeI/s1600-h/ATgAAACa2ZFQevp7pzgsJGoFQOYNlMD3LdUFjWgeU5v-lKnQXqAvCSuLmn4CymHOEM4WqBN9fXDQQaa4XGZ_v6imGTSkAJtU9VByzKFAQz0tXhsJ7eXbUStw0XnPzw-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ShIMcDy5vGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/96PCqukyXeI/s320/ATgAAACa2ZFQevp7pzgsJGoFQOYNlMD3LdUFjWgeU5v-lKnQXqAvCSuLmn4CymHOEM4WqBN9fXDQQaa4XGZ_v6imGTSkAJtU9VByzKFAQz0tXhsJ7eXbUStw0XnPzw-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337342184582134882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografei o seu olhar nessa manhã&lt;br /&gt;Me diziam que essa era realmente a ultima vez...&lt;br /&gt;Da quinta vez que seria a ultima...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você dormia eu chorava&lt;br /&gt;Ardia, desfalecia, inquietava,&lt;br /&gt;Coisas malucas...&lt;br /&gt;Queria pedir pra você FICAR baby&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a fúria desse froon virá a lapidar...&lt;br /&gt;Tenha dó,&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE tudo é um grande moinho,&lt;br /&gt;Ou somos jogos ou filosofia...&lt;br /&gt;E nessa orgia de querer o que não se pode ter,&lt;br /&gt;FANTASIA...&lt;br /&gt;Você busca a sua luz enquanto eu busco você!!&lt;br /&gt;“Cale-me com um segredo que não possa ver a cor”&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ser a sua estranha,&lt;br /&gt;E nas minhas entranhas te deixo ser...&lt;br /&gt;SOMOS uma mistura louca,&lt;br /&gt;Um verbo na contramão,&lt;br /&gt;Querer, saber, enlouquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Fique um pouco mais,&lt;br /&gt;Pois, aqui ainda bate um coração&lt;br /&gt;Não vá agora, não vá, não vá não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackeline Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-900810384276203532?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/900810384276203532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=900810384276203532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/900810384276203532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/900810384276203532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/05/desassossego.html' title='Desassossego'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ShIMcDy5vGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/96PCqukyXeI/s72-c/ATgAAACa2ZFQevp7pzgsJGoFQOYNlMD3LdUFjWgeU5v-lKnQXqAvCSuLmn4CymHOEM4WqBN9fXDQQaa4XGZ_v6imGTSkAJtU9VByzKFAQz0tXhsJ7eXbUStw0XnPzw-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5169376784994553101</id><published>2009-05-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:13:24.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sgc0lljcZVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/27pcDVwgYmg/s1600-h/DSC09151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sgc0lljcZVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/27pcDVwgYmg/s320/DSC09151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334290103984219474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem o vi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com seu suposto orgulho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humano como eu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo se mover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com sua gramática multiverbal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosa transgressão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combatente da contra-informação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disseminante da contra - hegemonia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma revolução suave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexe comigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me com vontade de guerrear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas curiosas curiosidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te posso abstrair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia é,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E devemos deixá-la assim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O prefácio da obra, os preparativos da festa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pode ser espiral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Novas perguntas, mais curiosidades, outros mergulhos... Talvez..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5169376784994553101?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5169376784994553101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5169376784994553101' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5169376784994553101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5169376784994553101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/05/ontem-o-vi-com-seu-suposto-orgulho.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sgc0lljcZVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/27pcDVwgYmg/s72-c/DSC09151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5049276615194301476</id><published>2009-05-03T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:15:03.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sf4C8jfTBkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OfIvYLaTqJY/s1600-h/1000imagensCA91R7SC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sf4C8jfTBkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OfIvYLaTqJY/s320/1000imagensCA91R7SC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331702248195163714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fora do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui à feira comprar um riso, uma flor ou um espinho...&lt;br /&gt;O riso estava em falta e as flores estavam murchas, só me restaram os espinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a dormir&lt;br /&gt;Coisas a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Uma cadência&lt;br /&gt;Um quarto desarrumado de sonhos vagos&lt;br /&gt;Nem me acho no meio da maquiagem e do velho penteado&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordar volto pra rua em busca de mim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu me encontre ouvindo um blues&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu beba uma bebida flúor&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu assista uma divina comédia&lt;br /&gt;Ou presencie um grande fato&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu encontre um riso em papelote&lt;br /&gt;Ou compre uma roupa com decote&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu nem mais me encontre&lt;br /&gt;E seja manchete de jornal&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu me mande um poema numa tarde de outono&lt;br /&gt;Ou compre um coração em liquidação&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não me deixe fugir&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu volte. Talvez Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5049276615194301476?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5049276615194301476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5049276615194301476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5049276615194301476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5049276615194301476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-dia-fora-do-tempo-fui-feira-comprar.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sf4C8jfTBkI/AAAAAAAAAcw/OfIvYLaTqJY/s72-c/1000imagensCA91R7SC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2450875272471631824</id><published>2009-04-28T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:13:40.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O horizonte anuncia a hora do crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;E por impulso te roubo um beijo na hora da partida&lt;br /&gt;Teu afeto me afetou&lt;br /&gt;E, de fato tenho que partir.&lt;br /&gt;Levo o gosto salgado do teu afago e o amargo doce do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Posso voltar a dormir, pois, já é manhã em mim!!&lt;br /&gt; Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2450875272471631824?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2450875272471631824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2450875272471631824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2450875272471631824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2450875272471631824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-horizonte-anuncia-hora-do-crepusculo.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1399533460249975330</id><published>2009-04-28T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:13:18.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SfeblZlV6PI/AAAAAAAAAco/X2oa4yw2Tz4/s1600-h/1000imagensCAEN1XCV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SfeblZlV6PI/AAAAAAAAAco/X2oa4yw2Tz4/s320/1000imagensCAEN1XCV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329899750841247986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1399533460249975330?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1399533460249975330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1399533460249975330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1399533460249975330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1399533460249975330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SfeblZlV6PI/AAAAAAAAAco/X2oa4yw2Tz4/s72-c/1000imagensCAEN1XCV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-660103285106337278</id><published>2009-04-26T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:10:06.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pelo sim ou pelo não &lt;br /&gt;Pelas vielas da minha insana espera &lt;br /&gt;Nos açoites das esquinas paralelas&lt;br /&gt;Quantas bocas você diz a me olhar?&lt;br /&gt;Sombras a te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo que passa é passado...&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo que vem é anseio&lt;br /&gt;E que não se fazem mais futuros como antigamente&lt;br /&gt;Pois, os braços de abraços se dispersam ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, os beijos do passado são eternos&lt;br /&gt;E na vaidade daqueles que amam o tempo e o espaço são pequenos ...&lt;br /&gt;Faço-te então um mapa das minhas novas ruas e das novas rimas do meu querer...&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais nada, tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Nawá/ Alexandre Silveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-660103285106337278?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/660103285106337278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=660103285106337278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/660103285106337278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/660103285106337278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/04/pelo-sim-ou-pelo-nao-pelas-vielas-da.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-77212889784651949</id><published>2009-03-20T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:09:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ScQTOcHpI4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YnuWcNj089c/s1600-h/CAKCTNAZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ScQTOcHpI4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YnuWcNj089c/s320/CAKCTNAZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315394598991373186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versos são soltos, &lt;br /&gt;Emergem da corriqueira essência de ser,&lt;br /&gt;Atos insanos, profanos...&lt;br /&gt;Uma regurgitofagia da profética orgia... &lt;br /&gt;que nos faz embalar sonhos adormecidos &lt;br /&gt;E que no meio desse desterro nunca haja economia do que falar&lt;br /&gt;Visto que, por derradeiro o que não nos cabe é CALAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-77212889784651949?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/77212889784651949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=77212889784651949' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/77212889784651949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/77212889784651949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/03/versos-sao-soltos-emergem-da.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/ScQTOcHpI4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/YnuWcNj089c/s72-c/CAKCTNAZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2715489848486318181</id><published>2009-03-03T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:28:05.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sa9GvRTT3VI/AAAAAAAAAbo/I4pM6KEXJCA/s1600-h/pablo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sa9GvRTT3VI/AAAAAAAAAbo/I4pM6KEXJCA/s320/pablo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309540263605296466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seus pés sejam sempre rápidos&lt;br /&gt;Pois você já se perdeu nos meus braços&lt;br /&gt;E neles ficou&lt;br /&gt;Temporariamente perdido no mar...&lt;br /&gt;Você que não era bom com as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Desdenhava meus traços tortos &lt;br /&gt;Mas a cada contato&lt;br /&gt;E em cada elo, um coração balançava.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada ato de amor um culpado&lt;br /&gt;Em cada despedida um novo encontro&lt;br /&gt;A cada canção uma melodia perdida&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus versos inversos um alto reverso de ti&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para um lugar que desapareceu&lt;br /&gt;Entediada com minhas memórias&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei por que você veio e sei quando você vai embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2715489848486318181?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2715489848486318181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2715489848486318181' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2715489848486318181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2715489848486318181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/03/que-seus-pes-sejam-sempre-rapidos-pois.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/Sa9GvRTT3VI/AAAAAAAAAbo/I4pM6KEXJCA/s72-c/pablo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4224907811551577578</id><published>2009-02-26T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:44:17.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SacpR8eyc8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/obzN2803dRs/s1600-h/2994653800_4700e187f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SacpR8eyc8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/obzN2803dRs/s320/2994653800_4700e187f0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307256074149196738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com cola e pedaço de papel refaço meu próprio mundo&lt;br /&gt;Colorindo pra normalizar&lt;br /&gt;Experimentando os quatro elementos de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Aquarela, céu e mar...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu for um sonho meu&lt;br /&gt;Testo texturas&lt;br /&gt;Remontando fatos&lt;br /&gt;Refaço-me e faço sol&lt;br /&gt;Tiro a casca da tinta envelhecida&lt;br /&gt;E uso o lilás da transmutação&lt;br /&gt;Assim, Reformo um quarto do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4224907811551577578?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4224907811551577578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4224907811551577578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4224907811551577578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4224907811551577578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/com-cola-e-pedaco-de-papel-refaco-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SacpR8eyc8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/obzN2803dRs/s72-c/2994653800_4700e187f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1380874014209798487</id><published>2009-02-24T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:46:34.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SaSxAwU8Z4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/xG4HWF9mAVs/s1600-h/dddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SaSxAwU8Z4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/xG4HWF9mAVs/s320/dddd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306560887480149890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheiro intencional&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-me com vontade de fazer samba e poesia até mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Corpo, boca e língua...&lt;br /&gt;Resquício de um poema outrora beijado,&lt;br /&gt;Um certo moço  de sorriso estrelado &lt;br /&gt;Com olhar arregalado me faz balançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te ver no emaranhado dos dias corridos, &lt;br /&gt;E te roubar dos lábios mais e mais uma vez o teu gosto salgado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um livro em que o prefácio &lt;br /&gt;Lembra-me Vinicius ou versos perdidos de um poeta sonoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá (Como fonte de inspiração Ivy e Mairon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1380874014209798487?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1380874014209798487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1380874014209798487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1380874014209798487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1380874014209798487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/seu-cheiro-intencional-deixou-me-com.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SaSxAwU8Z4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/xG4HWF9mAVs/s72-c/dddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5048947559465849003</id><published>2009-02-23T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:38:02.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SaMsi2AxXWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sx-6lHlTP4Y/s1600-h/lllll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SaMsi2AxXWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sx-6lHlTP4Y/s320/lllll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306133763098500450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTIMIDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve contigo o teu gosto, o teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Queimarei os meus lençóis que guardam nas entranhas o teu gozo perdido. &lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo leva a vida pra normalizar?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo o corpo leva pra desencarnar?&lt;br /&gt;Minha armadura de papel dissolveu na umidade triste da chuva &lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração ficou em pedaços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto a fantasia do meu carnaval,&lt;br /&gt;Saio em busca do meu bloco perdido&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dói que dói demais&lt;br /&gt;Pele, versos e purpurinas...&lt;br /&gt;“Bandeira branca amor..”&lt;br /&gt;Minha bateria perdeu o ritmo e o meu pandeiro se quebrou..&lt;br /&gt;“..eu peço paz..”&lt;br /&gt;Preciso vestir novamente a minha fantasia de amor&lt;br /&gt;E ver as Serpentinas no salão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5048947559465849003?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5048947559465849003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5048947559465849003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5048947559465849003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5048947559465849003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/visto-fantasia-do-meu-carnaval-saio-em.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SaMsi2AxXWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/sx-6lHlTP4Y/s72-c/lllll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4440640115249459403</id><published>2009-02-10T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:16:05.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZJLM_tnqoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cfkSTA600M8/s1600-h/1000imagensCAE39JHN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZJLM_tnqoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cfkSTA600M8/s320/1000imagensCAE39JHN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301382398001785474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gesticulando fatos fartos de mim&lt;br /&gt;Desprendo-me das minhas asas&lt;br /&gt;Quero agora o chão mais quente,&lt;br /&gt;O calor mais frio,&lt;br /&gt;O vento mais seco,&lt;br /&gt;O vestido mais estático...&lt;br /&gt;As rosas mais vendidas,&lt;br /&gt;O beijo mais azedo,&lt;br /&gt;O corpo mais torto,&lt;br /&gt;O grito mais baixo,&lt;br /&gt;O gozo mais raso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deveras quando acordar,&lt;br /&gt;Esteja eu em uma outra vestimenta,&lt;br /&gt;Sem pele,&lt;br /&gt;Só luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4440640115249459403?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4440640115249459403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4440640115249459403' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4440640115249459403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4440640115249459403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/gesticulando-fatos-fartos-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZJLM_tnqoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cfkSTA600M8/s72-c/1000imagensCAE39JHN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-3686858280045262766</id><published>2009-02-10T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:32:57.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIqtjQr1MI/AAAAAAAAAYs/CrNYKFvYDY0/s1600-h/FRANCIS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIqtjQr1MI/AAAAAAAAAYs/CrNYKFvYDY0/s320/FRANCIS1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301346673416197314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-3686858280045262766?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/3686858280045262766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=3686858280045262766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3686858280045262766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/3686858280045262766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIqtjQr1MI/AAAAAAAAAYs/CrNYKFvYDY0/s72-c/FRANCIS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5749316234650886194</id><published>2009-02-07T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:20:41.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIm-3cvNFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/70XkBF9g0N8/s1600-h/aaaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIm-3cvNFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/70XkBF9g0N8/s320/aaaa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301342572846724178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te chamo quando preciso de você,&lt;br /&gt;[quando] meu coração está em chamas;&lt;br /&gt;Você vem até mim impetuoso e selvagem;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu descubro que mudei meu pensamento, eu abri a porta...&lt;br /&gt;Você realmente esta dizendo adeus...&lt;br /&gt;Se você vai partir&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou implorar para que fique&lt;br /&gt;Se você tem que ir querido&lt;br /&gt;então talvez seja melhor assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei forte&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei bem&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe com meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Apenas saia&lt;br /&gt;veja se me importo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas siga em frente e vá&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se vire&lt;br /&gt;Senão vai ver meu coração se partindo&lt;br /&gt;Não se vire&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero que me veja chorar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas vá....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5749316234650886194?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5749316234650886194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5749316234650886194' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5749316234650886194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5749316234650886194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-te-chamo-quando-preciso-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIm-3cvNFI/AAAAAAAAAYc/70XkBF9g0N8/s72-c/aaaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4793878092490949760</id><published>2009-02-03T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:37:39.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIr2GpmsCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YZrvoMjJk2I/s1600-h/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIr2GpmsCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YZrvoMjJk2I/s320/ddd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301347919866540066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oferenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo falar escuto sobre as ondas, sobre a imensidão do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Falam das sereias e dos tritões&lt;br /&gt;Sem pretensão de me sair em flor, escondo-me em casca.&lt;br /&gt;Noite branda brilhante de luar &lt;br /&gt;Sei lá... Nem sei por onde começar&lt;br /&gt;Começo falando do conforto dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Dos sorrisos que nublam os meus sérios..&lt;br /&gt;Tempestade, chuva e vento...&lt;br /&gt;E do encurvado das tuas curvas mais sinuosas..&lt;br /&gt;Sob as curvas que se insinua.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te de nada, de flor perfumada.&lt;br /&gt;Amo sem ser desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Amo sem condição, sem prescrição.&lt;br /&gt;Sem data de validade,&lt;br /&gt;Tempo indeterminado de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Pra ti uma bela oferenda,&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas que o mar não deixa levar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack e Carla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4793878092490949760?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4793878092490949760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4793878092490949760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4793878092490949760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4793878092490949760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/oferenda-deixo-falar-escuto-sobre-as.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SZIr2GpmsCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YZrvoMjJk2I/s72-c/ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-7911114076357682579</id><published>2009-02-03T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:28:10.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SYjgkiMMTUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wGK71owPcuk/s1600-h/1000imagensCA7VZ20F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SYjgkiMMTUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wGK71owPcuk/s320/1000imagensCA7VZ20F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298731879859244354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me reinvento, jogo fora roupas antigas que não me cabem mais, um passo pra algo muito melhor, para o amanhã guardo os meus desejos antigos, sem tempo pra me arrepender depois, me visto de festa, e quero dançar a valsa mais sincera, com acordes perfeitos de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir novos modos de sentir, sincronicidade amiga, gozo feito em versos.&lt;br /&gt;Para amanhã nada de certeza, ainda guardo ilusões de novos mundos.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sair sentir o vento, ardente na face.&lt;br /&gt;Vou para Tebas, para o jardim de Epicuro ganhar o mundo de sensação errante e outrem que outrora talvez venha me trombado.&lt;br /&gt;Largar as formas certas escrever meus versos na parede, no papel de pão. Pintando com os dedos as formas que transcendem minha exatidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack e Carla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-7911114076357682579?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/7911114076357682579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=7911114076357682579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/7911114076357682579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/7911114076357682579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-me-reinvento-jogo-fora-roupas.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SYjgkiMMTUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wGK71owPcuk/s72-c/1000imagensCA7VZ20F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-8588702035051876258</id><published>2009-02-01T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:41:58.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SYZdbwdI0sI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pn0uqq_1y1c/s1600-h/kkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SYZdbwdI0sI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pn0uqq_1y1c/s320/kkkk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024743092933314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA PRIMEIRA VEZ ELA CHOROU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas resolveu ficar.&lt;br /&gt;É que os momentos felizes tinham deixado raízes no seu penar. &lt;br /&gt;Depois perdeu a esperança, porque o perdão também cansa de perdoar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toquinho e Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-8588702035051876258?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/8588702035051876258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=8588702035051876258' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8588702035051876258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/8588702035051876258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/02/da-primeira-vez-ela-chorou.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SYZdbwdI0sI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pn0uqq_1y1c/s72-c/kkkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-4716361260522754063</id><published>2009-01-27T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:59:59.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SX_JkXn9dmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DZjr_TZDaHk/s1600-h/1000imagens_aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SX_JkXn9dmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DZjr_TZDaHk/s320/1000imagens_aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296173313465087586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Convergências paralelas do ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insuportável leveza do ser &lt;br /&gt;Andando pela rua procurando a lua&lt;br /&gt;Vagante viajante das noites eternas&lt;br /&gt;Na marcha da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Guardando a fé para depois de amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Contos noturnos de um velho profeta dourado&lt;br /&gt;Instantes suspensos&lt;br /&gt;Serenados ao vento &lt;br /&gt;Esse que me leva pra léguas daqui&lt;br /&gt;Como um balão suspenso no ar&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento alado&lt;br /&gt;Acordo após sonhos sonhados... &lt;br /&gt;E vejo tonalidades de um dia a raiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-4716361260522754063?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/4716361260522754063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=4716361260522754063' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4716361260522754063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/4716361260522754063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/01/convergencias-paralelas-do-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SX_JkXn9dmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DZjr_TZDaHk/s72-c/1000imagens_aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-1845376116604566318</id><published>2009-01-26T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:51:50.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não ter asas e saber voar&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se corro pro mato ou pro mar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se volto pra casa ou fujo de lá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sou confusa sempre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinventei uma maneira de complicar o que me pareça simples demais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295796507303296722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SX5y3XSRPtI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/h4pprrQ72-w/s320/77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou imparcial ao tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atraso as horas que me parecem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intermináveis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma emergência pra ontem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo de lado toda culpa e indagação,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho apenas a intenção de voar, voar feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaivota ou uma fita no ar, tanto faz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não puder voar me mande de volta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta pra lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-1845376116604566318?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/1845376116604566318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=1845376116604566318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1845376116604566318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/1845376116604566318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/01/nao-sei-se-corro-pro-mato-ou-pro-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SX5y3XSRPtI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/h4pprrQ72-w/s72-c/77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2111295818907548042</id><published>2009-01-25T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:27:27.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resquícios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerta aurora minha,&lt;br /&gt;campo aberto,&lt;br /&gt;saudade disperça,&lt;br /&gt;comendo poeira estrelar,&lt;br /&gt;cavalo alado,&lt;br /&gt;cão sem dono&lt;br /&gt;lua sem face&lt;br /&gt;planeta solitário&lt;br /&gt;órbita imperfeita de mim&lt;br /&gt;desdenho&lt;br /&gt;longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;perto de lá&lt;br /&gt;distante demais,&lt;br /&gt;sem verso&lt;br /&gt;inverso&lt;br /&gt;sem prosa&lt;br /&gt;disposta &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXzP0Myp3AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wiOHGS_3UX8/s1600-h/POVOS+LIVRES-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295335757574691842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXzP0Myp3AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wiOHGS_3UX8/s320/POVOS+LIVRES-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma rota altera&lt;br /&gt;sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;e sem vela&lt;br /&gt;sem nexo&lt;br /&gt;tristeza minha.&lt;br /&gt;posso chorar?&lt;br /&gt;contenho-me&lt;br /&gt;extravazo?&lt;br /&gt;descaso&lt;br /&gt;descanso&lt;br /&gt;sem pretenção&lt;br /&gt;comendo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;perdendo a noção da hora&lt;br /&gt;como ei de partir??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Carla, Jack e Ivy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Talita Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2111295818907548042?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2111295818907548042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2111295818907548042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2111295818907548042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2111295818907548042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/01/resqucios-incerta-aurora-minha-campo.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXzP0Myp3AI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wiOHGS_3UX8/s72-c/POVOS+LIVRES-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5970558364083188386</id><published>2009-01-25T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:50:13.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leafar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXymR2ptCnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IkR4D2tOkIo/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295290087539280498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXymR2ptCnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IkR4D2tOkIo/s320/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;Os meus olhos não são promessas,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu abraço não tem algemas,&lt;br /&gt;Mais livre que eu só um albatroz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gritarei de cima dos telhados o meu querer,&lt;br /&gt;Deixarei em paz os passarinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Saiba ler o que escrevo e ouvir com os olhos&lt;br /&gt;As minhas manhãs orvalhadas de carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;Posso então lastimar os erros passados, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medos, nem alma é capaz de prever,&lt;br /&gt;Só tu sabes dos teus atos crassos e tácitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho em ti apenas a inspiração mais intensa da minha poesia, outrora tão adormecida.&lt;br /&gt;Saboreie apenas...&lt;br /&gt;Na vida só nos resta seguir, um ritmo, um passo e um rio afora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5970558364083188386?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5970558364083188386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5970558364083188386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5970558364083188386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5970558364083188386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/01/leafar.html' title='leafar'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXymR2ptCnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IkR4D2tOkIo/s72-c/DSC00947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-5122047012010312870</id><published>2009-01-25T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:28:07.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXyj17FLdgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7rkLRCooAQM/s1600-h/2806609170_465d61ab8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295287408668669442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXyj17FLdgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7rkLRCooAQM/s320/2806609170_465d61ab8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venham amigos. Não é tarde para procurar um mundo mais novo. Minha meta é navegar além do pôr-do-sol. Embora não tenhamos a força de antigamenteMovia céu e terra. O que nós somos, nós somos. Uma boa índole e corações heróicos Enfraquecidos pelo tempo, mas fortes na vontade De lutar, procurar, encontrar E não hesitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALFRED LORD TENNYSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Talita Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-5122047012010312870?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/5122047012010312870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=5122047012010312870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5122047012010312870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/5122047012010312870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/01/venham-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXyj17FLdgI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7rkLRCooAQM/s72-c/2806609170_465d61ab8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-2625490140319353135</id><published>2009-01-25T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:31:40.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos de um Drama pessoal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXyh1_aHSeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hA8GcUKTFnA/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295285210806962658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXyh1_aHSeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hA8GcUKTFnA/s320/P1010102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...”sou fera ferida no corpo na alma e no coração”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em dias passados a alegria fez-se em riso, tudo colorido, aparentemente mágico, mas algo ainda é incerto, a falta do que ainda não se sabe o sabor, não se sabe se tem forma de gente ou de flor...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho viajado por terras distantes, tenho tido sonhos alucinantes (quem dera poder sonhar sempre), tenho ido ao céu, mas ficado mais tempo no inferno, a pele parece querer fugir, um decomposição de mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nawá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-2625490140319353135?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/2625490140319353135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=2625490140319353135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2625490140319353135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/2625490140319353135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2009/01/fragmentos-de-um-drama-pessoal.html' title='Fragmentos de um Drama pessoal'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SXyh1_aHSeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hA8GcUKTFnA/s72-c/P1010102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-426948852964589489</id><published>2008-08-25T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:57:49.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLNiutwBpPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/maGYm2Li6NI/s1600-h/1000imagensCALBDSTL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238639346256553202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLNiutwBpPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/maGYm2Li6NI/s320/1000imagensCALBDSTL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-426948852964589489?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/426948852964589489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=426948852964589489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/426948852964589489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/426948852964589489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLNiutwBpPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/maGYm2Li6NI/s72-c/1000imagensCALBDSTL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-63546001285031757</id><published>2008-08-24T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:09:29.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLHcC-Pv7_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/4tnnqR4f9Jw/s1600-h/1000imagensCAP0PD0Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238209785235501042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLHcC-Pv7_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/4tnnqR4f9Jw/s320/1000imagensCAP0PD0Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De manhã escureço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De dia tardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tarde anoiteço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De noite ardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-63546001285031757?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/63546001285031757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=63546001285031757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/63546001285031757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/63546001285031757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-manh-escureo-de-dia-tardo-de-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLHcC-Pv7_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/4tnnqR4f9Jw/s72-c/1000imagensCAP0PD0Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-7558157886102300173</id><published>2008-08-24T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:05:45.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLHakAhWXCI/AAAAAAAAALs/LaAFNXMRQVI/s1600-h/1000imagensCA0D9VRV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238208153758620706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLHakAhWXCI/AAAAAAAAALs/LaAFNXMRQVI/s320/1000imagensCA0D9VRV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosa de Hiroshima&lt;br /&gt;(1973) Composição: Vinícius de Moraes e Gerson Conrad Interpretação: Secos e Molhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensem nas crianças Mudas telepáticas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensem nas meninas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cegas inexatas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensem nas mulheres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rotas alteradasPensem nas feridas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como rosas cálidas&lt;br /&gt;Mas oh não se esqueçam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da rosa da rosaDa rosa de Hiroshima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rosa hereditária&lt;br /&gt;A rosa radioativa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estúpida e inválidaA rosa com cirrose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A anti-rosa atômica&lt;br /&gt;Sem cor sem perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem rosa sem nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-7558157886102300173?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/7558157886102300173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=7558157886102300173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/7558157886102300173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/7558157886102300173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2008/08/rosa-de-hiroshima-1973-composio-vincius.html' title=''/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLHakAhWXCI/AAAAAAAAALs/LaAFNXMRQVI/s72-c/1000imagensCA0D9VRV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736839745389068091.post-7019356993862473484</id><published>2008-08-23T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:27:40.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLD_TzHwiZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/89o__gDgvms/s1600-h/1000imagensCAKX6E0K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237967082237233554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLD_TzHwiZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/89o__gDgvms/s400/1000imagensCAKX6E0K.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixarei que morra em mim o desejo de amar os teus olhos que são doces Porque nada te poderei dar senão a mágoa de me veres eternamente exausto. No entanto a tua presença é qualquer coisa como a luz e a vida E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz. Não te quero ter porque em meu ser tudo estaria terminado. Quero só que surjas em mim como a fé nos desesperados Para que eu possa levar uma gota de orvalho nesta terra amaldiçoada Que ficou sobre a minha carne como nódoa do passado. Eu deixarei... tu irás e encostarás a tua face em outra face. Teus dedos enlaçarão outros dedos e tu desabrocharás para a madrugada. Mas tu não saberás que quem te colheu fui eu, porque eu fui o grande íntimo da noite. Porque eu encostei minha face na face da noite e ouvi a tua fala amorosa. Porque meus dedos enlaçaram os dedos da névoa suspensos no espaço. E eu trouxe até mim a misteriosa essência do teu abandono desordenado. Eu ficarei só como os veleiros nos pontos silenciosos. Mas eu te possuirei como ninguém porque poderei partir. E todas as lamentações do mar, do vento, do céu, das aves, das estrelas. Serão a tua voz presente, a tua voz ausente, a tua voz serenizada.&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736839745389068091-7019356993862473484?l=damadafloresta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/feeds/7019356993862473484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736839745389068091&amp;postID=7019356993862473484' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/7019356993862473484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736839745389068091/posts/default/7019356993862473484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damadafloresta.blogspot.com/2008/08/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>jackeline Nawá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15136458605274226104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SgsBT7f-XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4EkJW54_-OM/S220/formatura+049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NbHSIsG6JM/SLD_TzHwiZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/89o__gDgvms/s72-c/1000imagensCAKX6E0K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
