<?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-8920785415794726062</id><updated>2012-03-20T09:01:27.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROSA B612 (RAZÕES INVERSAS)</title><subtitle type='html'>O Acaso nos reserva surpresas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>COISAS QUE A VIDA NÃO EXPLICA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188777387396417740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HX6_kNzVws/SsYvwsVclrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/thevUV46O8E/S220/rosa1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920785415794726062.post-782391792554945436</id><published>2009-10-05T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:53:13.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil Delírios!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HX6_kNzVws/SsoqafyqKqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8_xWPK1N2A/s1600-h/rosa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HX6_kNzVws/SsoqafyqKqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8_xWPK1N2A/s320/rosa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389166538801162914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes não temos razões para sorrir, mas as vezes a solidão e o silêncio nos enobrece, como eu gosto de adormecer pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;acordar e lembrar do sonho que foi te ter. Tudo se resume em você, os meus pensamentos vão e volta. Ah, como eu queria que tu afagasse os meus cabelos, sentir meus lábios nos teus, ah! como eu queria mil delírios e ouvir suspiros, sentir o toque na pele, um desejar indomável... Quando eu consegui atingir teus pensamentos, trazer de volta os ventos, o sussurro de meu nome, entre teus lábios sussurros incontroláveis e aversos a dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa B612&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920785415794726062-782391792554945436?l=rosab612.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/feeds/782391792554945436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/2009/10/mil-delirios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default/782391792554945436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default/782391792554945436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/2009/10/mil-delirios.html' title='Mil Delírios!'/><author><name>COISAS QUE A VIDA NÃO EXPLICA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188777387396417740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HX6_kNzVws/SsYvwsVclrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/thevUV46O8E/S220/rosa1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1HX6_kNzVws/SsoqafyqKqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8_xWPK1N2A/s72-c/rosa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920785415794726062.post-5564177256993860572</id><published>2009-10-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T05:55:53.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Obra Sem Autor</title><content type='html'>Todos os dias uma poesia, adormecia,&lt;br /&gt;acordava, algo novo encontrava,&lt;br /&gt;melodia entrelaçadas na solidão,&lt;br /&gt;se ouvia gritos, era gritos de solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa B612&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920785415794726062-5564177256993860572?l=rosab612.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/feeds/5564177256993860572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/2009/10/obra-sem-autor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default/5564177256993860572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default/5564177256993860572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/2009/10/obra-sem-autor.html' title='A Obra Sem Autor'/><author><name>COISAS QUE A VIDA NÃO EXPLICA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188777387396417740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HX6_kNzVws/SsYvwsVclrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/thevUV46O8E/S220/rosa1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920785415794726062.post-4332690678458915021</id><published>2009-10-05T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:38:06.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruto do Acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUsuario%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fora um dia assim que tu veio pra mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fruto do acaso, em meio ao ocaso, a lua bela e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;radiante, embaixo trovões de fogo, mas você veio pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sem te pedir, fruto do acaso trouxe você até mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Penso em Você o tempo todo, não sei se posso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mas sei que penso, e é inevitável, não posso prender os meus pensamentos, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;é um misto de solidão e desalento, ter você apenas no pensamento,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quando queria ter-lo em meus braços entre afagos e sussurros, um desejar mudo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e silencioso encanto de duas almas se tocando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O dia perde o brilho quando não tenho o teu sorriso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as manhãs que você não vem, o dia fica vago e perde a cor, o sol fica sem graça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e o canto dos pássaros perde a melodia, é assim fica o dia sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rosa B612&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920785415794726062-4332690678458915021?l=rosab612.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/feeds/4332690678458915021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/2009/10/fruto-do-acaso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default/4332690678458915021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default/4332690678458915021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/2009/10/fruto-do-acaso.html' title='Fruto do Acaso'/><author><name>COISAS QUE A VIDA NÃO EXPLICA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188777387396417740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HX6_kNzVws/SsYvwsVclrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/thevUV46O8E/S220/rosa1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920785415794726062.post-5977087768848781568</id><published>2009-10-02T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:24:41.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Eu sem Você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Certo dia, acordei e tudo parecia diferente, o vento  calado, sem brisa e forte calor, foi então que percebi que perdera o teu amor,  essa sensação de tristeza então tomou conta do meu coração, e as lágrimas  viraram constumeiras, passou a chover dentro de mim...sinto dores na alma, me  rouba a calma, e desisti de viver...ficou Um eu sem você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa B612&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920785415794726062-5977087768848781568?l=rosab612.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/feeds/5977087768848781568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-eu-sem-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default/5977087768848781568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920785415794726062/posts/default/5977087768848781568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosab612.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-eu-sem-voce.html' title='Um Eu sem Você!'/><author><name>COISAS QUE A VIDA NÃO EXPLICA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188777387396417740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1HX6_kNzVws/SsYvwsVclrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/thevUV46O8E/S220/rosa1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
