<?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-2079160333867123196</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:12:50.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epílogos Poéticos</title><subtitle type='html'>As palavras são perigosas porque elas têm vida própria.Eu me esforço em uni-las e depois elas me tomam me revelando de forma cruel e avassaladora.Mas dependo delas para externar sentimentos e,assim,me resigno.Minhas palavras têm vida própria e,por isso,às vezes elas me assustam com suas cores vivas e movimentos disformes.Coloquei-as no papel firmando-as para a eternidade, pois não sou eterna e preciso de algo que perdure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-7495333531561745288</id><published>2008-08-10T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:23:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SJ74O08QRyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3vNELBKR_hU/s1600-h/noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232892750664320802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SJ74O08QRyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3vNELBKR_hU/s320/noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Os meus novos olhos tocam tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Pois minhas mãos estão ocupadas a te acenar&lt;br /&gt;Há em tua face pálida uma lasciva profundeza&lt;br /&gt;E da tua boca doces palavras saem a flutuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite,ao meu lado, flertamos com a lua&lt;br /&gt;E há uma devota beleza no tapete de estrelas estendido&lt;br /&gt;Este teu sorriso brinca, deixando minha alma nua&lt;br /&gt;Tudo agora é pura luz, mesmo sem ter amanhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o caminho secreto que leva ao amor&lt;br /&gt;Compreendi que nos procurávamos à eternidades&lt;br /&gt;Mas a busca chegou ao fim – você é a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que este encontro dure pra sempre,é meu clamor&lt;br /&gt;Agora posso tatear com meus olhos teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois dele fiz minha morada desde então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alyne Santos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-7495333531561745288?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/7495333531561745288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=7495333531561745288' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/7495333531561745288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/7495333531561745288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/08/noite.html' title='À noite'/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SJ74O08QRyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3vNELBKR_hU/s72-c/noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-3189964565224341758</id><published>2008-07-24T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:21:59.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SIjV5DlMz3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qNpbE33uXk4/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226662543754055538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SIjV5DlMz3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qNpbE33uXk4/s320/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu e o amor enlaçamos as mãos&lt;br /&gt;Agora andamos juntos a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Um novo caminho surgiu em um clarão&lt;br /&gt;O sol que força a cortina da noite a se abrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protegida agora estou da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Pois fez do meu coração a tua morada&lt;br /&gt;Desenhando com teus dedos formas de adoração&lt;br /&gt;Cobrindo meu corpo da tua saliva adocicada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos desnudam minha carne. Invadem!&lt;br /&gt;Me toma para si pois assim serei completa&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo num sussurro a frase secreta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos enxergam minha alma. Penetram!&lt;br /&gt;Tua boca rosada desenlaça sorrisos pueris&lt;br /&gt;Preenchendo-me de amor a cada vez que tu sorris &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Alyne Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-3189964565224341758?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/3189964565224341758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=3189964565224341758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/3189964565224341758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/3189964565224341758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/07/presena.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SIjV5DlMz3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/qNpbE33uXk4/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-2186055752136602787</id><published>2008-06-09T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:29:05.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua presença</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SE26BYMgrqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hTj_Vc055NE/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210024876775091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SE26BYMgrqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hTj_Vc055NE/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de ti meus passos seguiam perdidos&lt;br /&gt;E havia uma tristeza nos olhos percebida&lt;br /&gt;Reflexo disforme da falta sentida&lt;br /&gt;Revelando o vazio dos momentos vividos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ti havia duas mãos soltas no vazio&lt;br /&gt;E havia uma boca inerte que não sorria&lt;br /&gt;A esperar o motivo das flores que ainda não via&lt;br /&gt;Ansiava por mãos que trariam o toque macio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença deu direção aos meus passos&lt;br /&gt;No reflexo dos meus olhos tua figura cintila&lt;br /&gt;A acolhida dos teus braços todo medo aniquila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença preencheu de flores o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que percorremos agora de mãos enlaçadas&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo do amor a palavra eternizada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Alyne Santos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-2186055752136602787?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/2186055752136602787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=2186055752136602787' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/2186055752136602787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/2186055752136602787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/06/tua-presena.html' title='Tua presença'/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/SE26BYMgrqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hTj_Vc055NE/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-6917072774627236991</id><published>2008-04-11T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T06:48:27.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R_9rrA9PzmI/AAAAAAAAABw/kJJbNsTu4Vk/s1600-h/out_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187983682489536098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R_9rrA9PzmI/AAAAAAAAABw/kJJbNsTu4Vk/s320/out_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A distância faz do amor um absurdo velado&lt;br /&gt;Para te ver mantenho os olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;E ao erguer a mão de dedos sedentos, a sentença:&lt;br /&gt;Toco o espaço vazio da sua antiga presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retiro o véu tênue que cobre esparsas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Para refazer o teu rosto num assomo de esperança&lt;br /&gt;E trago nestas mãos um coração que se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Como flores desfiadas pelo vento que o outono traz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tua saliva minha pele ainda reclama&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca por teu beijo implora insana&lt;br /&gt;E o silêncio ressoa as palavras que disseste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te sorrir ao dizer que me ama&lt;br /&gt;E nos olhos há uma lagrima que derrama&lt;br /&gt;Pela lembrança de tudo que me deste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;((c)Alyne Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-6917072774627236991?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/6917072774627236991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=6917072774627236991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/6917072774627236991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/6917072774627236991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-outono.html' title='No Outono'/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R_9rrA9PzmI/AAAAAAAAABw/kJJbNsTu4Vk/s72-c/out_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-4110749182477159207</id><published>2008-03-15T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:56:52.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encantamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R9xT9xAVBeI/AAAAAAAAABo/3rY7ALkuO7Q/s1600-h/rosa_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178105992161068514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R9xT9xAVBeI/AAAAAAAAABo/3rY7ALkuO7Q/s320/rosa_azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R9xThxAVBdI/AAAAAAAAABg/MdqsFPdi9oY/s1600-h/rosa_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nego o ditado!O amor não me cegou&lt;br /&gt;Ele me deu novos olhos para te ver&lt;br /&gt;E a indecisão do passo incerto cessou&lt;br /&gt;No toque trêmulo e ofegante do querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém te conhece melhor que eu&lt;br /&gt;Que desenhei com meus dedos as formas que eram tuas&lt;br /&gt;E na confusão dos corpos ninguém se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Pois éramos iguais, consagradas imagens nuas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se assuste ao me ver tocar seus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Recebe-me do teu lado como me prometeu&lt;br /&gt;E sorria, pois no amor não cabe o medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ti encontro o descanso calmo e sonolento&lt;br /&gt;E nunca afastarei meu rosto do teu&lt;br /&gt;Nem perderei meus olhos de encantamento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;((c) Alyne Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-4110749182477159207?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/4110749182477159207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=4110749182477159207' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/4110749182477159207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/4110749182477159207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/03/encantamento.html' title='Encantamento'/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R9xT9xAVBeI/AAAAAAAAABo/3rY7ALkuO7Q/s72-c/rosa_azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-5352604356042627574</id><published>2008-03-07T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:43:15.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R9HRexAVBcI/AAAAAAAAABY/aYfxwwHrIq4/s1600-h/mar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175147773306406338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R9HRexAVBcI/AAAAAAAAABY/aYfxwwHrIq4/s320/mar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E então conheci as flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua ausência é um leve amargor&lt;br /&gt;Como se tua presença não mais fosse necessária&lt;br /&gt;E eu desfiasse as pétalas do antigo amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas nas mãos restasse o perfume que usara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, sem ti, conheço melhor as flores&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando neste jardim que não plantardes&lt;br /&gt;Pois meus olhos libertos vêem outras cores&lt;br /&gt;Que com o toque divino não foste tu que pintardes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu vives no nome desenhado na areia&lt;br /&gt;E na pequena flor murcha no livro&lt;br /&gt;Artimanhas que o amor entremeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo serás apenas uma saudade&lt;br /&gt;Das que provocam um leve sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E então saberei se foi amor de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Alyne Santos(c))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-5352604356042627574?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/5352604356042627574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=5352604356042627574' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/5352604356042627574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/5352604356042627574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-ento-conheci-as-flores-tua-ausncia-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R9HRexAVBcI/AAAAAAAAABY/aYfxwwHrIq4/s72-c/mar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-3418340513015762599</id><published>2008-01-26T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:56:41.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uCUs7AIoI/AAAAAAAAABA/UOd9Hrp3q4A/s1600-h/peala.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159861090250662530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uCUs7AIoI/AAAAAAAAABA/UOd9Hrp3q4A/s320/peala.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pétala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre haverá um lindo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Cuja brisa leve nos embale&lt;br /&gt;E que mesmo a natureza pare&lt;br /&gt;Embevecida de ver o amor passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre haverá uma forma de homenagear&lt;br /&gt;Essa coisa onipotente que se sente&lt;br /&gt;E te dizer o que preciso docemente&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfio pétalas de um rosa cálido&lt;br /&gt;Para banhar de perfume o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E sentir a boca trêmula do gosto&lt;br /&gt;E as mãos a desviar pelo corpo pálido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo tão lascivo a devorar&lt;br /&gt;De irrigar minha pele da tua saliva&lt;br /&gt;Sagrada. O remédio que me dá vida&lt;br /&gt;Me impelindo sempre a te buscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estes sonhos?O amor a tocar seu hino&lt;br /&gt;A imaginação os faz infinitos&lt;br /&gt;Têm morada os pensamentos mais bonitos&lt;br /&gt;E nas mãos dadas o desenho do destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(©Alyne Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-3418340513015762599?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/3418340513015762599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=3418340513015762599' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/3418340513015762599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/3418340513015762599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/01/ptala-sempre-haver-um-lindo-lugar-cuja.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uCUs7AIoI/AAAAAAAAABA/UOd9Hrp3q4A/s72-c/peala.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-2068689685967562090</id><published>2008-01-15T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:05:04.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uDvc7AIpI/AAAAAAAAABI/ME8fNoDNGmU/s1600-h/fre.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159862649323790994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uDvc7AIpI/AAAAAAAAABI/ME8fNoDNGmU/s320/fre.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Frieza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera uma outra voz a ditar novos amores!&lt;br /&gt;Os antigos morreram, acompanho o sepultamento&lt;br /&gt;Romeu e Julieta são comédias no meu torpor&lt;br /&gt;Nada consegue acalentar meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera uma outra mão a embalar docemente&lt;br /&gt;O berço inerte da esperança perdida&lt;br /&gt;O erro foi nosso, mudamos secretamente&lt;br /&gt;A figura dantes amada agora desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz destoa a música tão ouvida&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos frias em minha pele ressentida&lt;br /&gt;Fujo! Fiquei cego, não posso te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O raiar do dia me desperta. Sonhei!&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer não é difícil como pensei&lt;br /&gt;Não me fere mais a dor de não te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(©Alyne Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-2068689685967562090?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/2068689685967562090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=2068689685967562090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/2068689685967562090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/2068689685967562090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/01/frieza-quisera-uma-outra-voz-ditar.html' title=''/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uDvc7AIpI/AAAAAAAAABI/ME8fNoDNGmU/s72-c/fre.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079160333867123196.post-731656153980745696</id><published>2008-01-13T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:20:07.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E pra começar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uHvc7AIqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XLWcNtX5kNA/s1600-h/~_trauer_05_tod_natur_laubengang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159867047370302114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uHvc7AIqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XLWcNtX5kNA/s320/~_trauer_05_tod_natur_laubengang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distância, mãe da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Afastou seus olhos dos meus, sem piedade&lt;br /&gt;Descolou seus lábios da minha pele que grita&lt;br /&gt;Separou o contato delicado das mãos aflitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora meus olhos vagueiam perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios se crispam ressequidos&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo tem a febre do desejo sentido&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos ficam soltas no vazio sofrido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe desse sonho que se faz permanente&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a solidão de não poder sentir plenamente&lt;br /&gt;E no desejo que me invade denso, sorris&lt;br /&gt;Sem te ver eu te invento e sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo, quebrando a distancia absurda&lt;br /&gt;Com mãos brancas, lânguidas, agudas&lt;br /&gt;Molha minha boca do néctar vital&lt;br /&gt;Pousa em mim teu prazer delicado e fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem! Faz poesia desse momento&lt;br /&gt;Inunda minha vida de encantamento&lt;br /&gt;Mostra a realidade do instante esperado&lt;br /&gt;Seus pés nus tocando o universo sonhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(©Alyne Santos )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079160333867123196-731656153980745696?l=epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/feeds/731656153980745696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079160333867123196&amp;postID=731656153980745696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/731656153980745696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079160333867123196/posts/default/731656153980745696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogospoeticos.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-pra-comear.html' title='E pra começar...'/><author><name>Alyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06214582760607077958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5t-9s7AInI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WidnLJ2iMIc/S220/perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OCll4qe8mR8/R5uHvc7AIqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XLWcNtX5kNA/s72-c/~_trauer_05_tod_natur_laubengang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
