<?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-3551063</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:57:53.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Virtual</title><subtitle type='html'>"... nunca escrevi uma vírgula que não fosse uma confissão." - Mário Quintana</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-6048474265093956041</id><published>2007-09-29T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:38:06.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lua é tua nudez,plenitude...A lua é o que se fezdo que pude...A lua é de nós três...concretude.Tua imagem outra vez.nua: atitude.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/6048474265093956041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=6048474265093956041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/6048474265093956041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/6048474265093956041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2007/09/lua-tua-nudez-plenitude.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-4650106267152495503</id><published>2007-09-29T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:28:27.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chove.Caiágua sobre mim.Vida sobre sal.Chove.Saiquase tudo, enfim.Vida sobressai.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/4650106267152495503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=4650106267152495503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/4650106267152495503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/4650106267152495503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2007/09/chove.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-1212289890675834755</id><published>2007-07-21T21:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:06:28.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do que fiz,  do que fui,  o que restou?     Cinzas de horas imortais...  Deste pouco, quase nada, que deixei...  O anel que tu não deste em mim quedou     Intacto  Impuro  Insano     E a fonte do meu ser em ti se esvai...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/1212289890675834755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=1212289890675834755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/1212289890675834755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/1212289890675834755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-que-fiz-do-que-fui-o-que-restou.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-116770510188759707</id><published>2007-01-01T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:31:41.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nos ganhamos um ao outrocomo duas metades de uma bênçãocomo verso e reverso de uma históriacomo páginas da mesma memóriaNos perdemos um no outrocomo cegos diantes do espelhocomo boca diante de outra bocacomo estrada que leva ao infinito</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/116770510188759707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=116770510188759707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/116770510188759707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/116770510188759707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2007/01/nos-ganhamos-um-ao-outro-como-duas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-115358974108196171</id><published>2006-07-22T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:26:49.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bênção         Eu te acompanhei semente,testemunha de teus primeiros passosNesta longa e bonita trajetória.         Depois percebi que, adolescente, enfrentavas os típicos dilemas,página virada desta história.              E agora te vejo assim, maduro,E abençôo a sua plenitudeNeste instante tão mágico e sublime.    Faço um brinde aqui a esta vitóriaE acompanho sereno e contenteEste amor que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/115358974108196171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=115358974108196171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/115358974108196171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/115358974108196171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2006/07/bno-eu-te-acompanhei-semente.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-113929745239026360</id><published>2006-02-07T04:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T04:30:52.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um dia, afinal, a loucura dirá a que veio,chegando, mansamente, e tomando contado que nunca deixou de lhe pertencer...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/113929745239026360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=113929745239026360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113929745239026360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113929745239026360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-dia-afinal-loucura-dir-que-veio.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-113929560489771451</id><published>2006-02-07T03:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T04:00:04.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um haikai a essa hora???A dor gritadaem poesia...é menos dor?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/113929560489771451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=113929560489771451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113929560489771451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113929560489771451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-haikai-essa-hora-dor-gritada-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-113929531466193946</id><published>2006-02-07T03:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T03:57:47.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando vem, é esse o gosto:sangue, corte, solidão.Quando vem, deixa-me exposto:travo amargo deste "não".Quem me dera, bela fera, pudesse eu estarausente de mim mesmo, imerso plenamente em tiQuem me dera... Quem me dera...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/113929531466193946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=113929531466193946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113929531466193946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113929531466193946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2006/02/quando-vem-esse-o-gosto-sangue-corte.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-113617430362007373</id><published>2006-01-02T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:58:23.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De tudo que fizresta um retalho,um caco de vidro,cicatriz qualquer.No canto da bocaresiste um sorriso,amarga lembrançade uma mulher...De tudo o que quissou o espantalho,sou a criança,fui quem te quer...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/113617430362007373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=113617430362007373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113617430362007373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113617430362007373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2006/01/de-tudo-que-fiz-resta-um-retalho-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-113617310641522363</id><published>2006-01-02T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:45:08.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assim a tristeza se faz,numa noite assazcomum.Assim a tua estrela jaz.E onde tu estásMais umDia te aguarda.Dia que não tarda,Noite de toda canção.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/113617310641522363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=113617310641522363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113617310641522363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/113617310641522363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2006/01/assim-tristeza-se-faz-numa-noite-assaz.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-112991900920282650</id><published>2005-10-21T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:26:40.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relendo esteE o anteriorPercebo que me repitoPercebo que me repiloPercebo que me repreendoFui sem ter sido.Voltei sem ter ido.Me repetiRepeliRepreendiMe exauri de estar assimvivendo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/112991900920282650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=112991900920282650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/112991900920282650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/112991900920282650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2005/10/relendo-este-e-o-anterior-percebo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-112991882342763208</id><published>2005-10-21T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:20:23.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trago  o coração endurecidoPela memória do que foiSem ter sido.Trago as mãos calejadas,Exaustas do peso de carregarO quase nada.Trago o rosto fechadoO corpo fechadoE a alma exangueAté quando?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/112991882342763208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=112991882342763208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/112991882342763208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/112991882342763208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2005/10/trago-o-corao-endurecido-pela-memria.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-110895048158242524</id><published>2005-02-20T22:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:48:01.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trago em meu peitofragmentos váriosdas mil poesias que iniciei por ti.Tanta poesia que foi sem ter sido...Seja assim o nosso amor:Eternamente iniciado,jamais concluído</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/110895048158242524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=110895048158242524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/110895048158242524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/110895048158242524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2005/02/trago-em-meu-peito-fragmentos-vrios.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-110869308326617407</id><published>2005-02-17T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:18:03.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sentir? sem ti...Vazio no peito,Sorriso desfeito,Olhar vazio.Sentir? sem ti...Tempo estanque,Tristeza Punk,Calor no frio.Sentir?...senti.E ainda sinto...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-110582874378628410</id><published>2005-01-15T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T19:39:03.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De agora em agoraNada mais ficouTudo foi emboraDe agora em agoraDe agora em agoraJá não sei quem souPaz que apavoraDe agora em agoraDe agora em agoraDe agora em dianteDe frente pra trásInfinito instante</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/110582874378628410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=110582874378628410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/110582874378628410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/110582874378628410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2005/01/de-agora-em-agora-nada-mais-ficou-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-109924902604890781</id><published>2004-10-31T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T15:57:06.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Venha assimPara mimDo teu jeitoVenha, sim,Para mim...No meu leitoVem sem fimQue te esperaMeu peito</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-109676969213073836</id><published>2004-10-02T23:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T23:18:37.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O certo é a carne.Viva a carne!Ainda que minh´alma fique assim:Em carne viva...O certo é o corpo.Viva o corpo!Ainda que minh´alma fique assim:Dilacerada...O certo é o sexo.Viva o sexo!Ainda que minh´alma fique assim:Aquém de tudo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/109676969213073836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=109676969213073836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ó tempo, dos teus brinquedos...TempoTempo-Rei...Saudade a escorrer por entre meus diasDo tempo, e da atenção, que me darias...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/109625251390183082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=109625251390183082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/109625251390183082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/109625251390183082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2004/09/tempo-tempo-rei.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-109531467598844640</id><published>2004-09-16T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T03:04:35.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dorme, anjo meu, dormeQue a vida lá fora anda tristeQue a vida lá fora anda nuaE teus olhos não são para este mundoDorme, anjo meu, dormeQue a vida la fora inexisteQue a vida la fora continuaE teu sono se faz já tão profundoDorme, anjo meu, dormeQue te velo daqui, agora e sempreGuardião do teu sono e teu repousoE do amor que transcende toda rima</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/109531467598844640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poesia só para tiEu  também perguntoO que, afinal, diriaNuma poesia assim...Só para ti...Numa poesiaSobre encomendaSobra sentimento?Sobra frenesi?Alma que floresceEntrelaçada à sua...Tua carne nuaa me consumir...Corpo sobre corpo,Só em pensamento.Ah!...por um momentoTer você aqui...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/108294058050596694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=108294058050596694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/108294058050596694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/108294058050596694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2004/04/poesia-s-para-ti-eu-tambm-pergunto-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-108052218905830516</id><published>2004-03-28T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:06:37.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nao duvido de ti, mas sim da vidaque me leva por tantos descaminhose me faz tanta vez estar sozinhoa sentir que vivia sem guaridaEu duvido da vida, e nao de tiPosto que ja estou bem calejadoe nas trilhas por onde tenho andadoMuito espinho e pouca flor eu viMas ainda me resta o teu sorrisoE por um breve instante isso bastaSendo mais, muito mais do que eu precisoEmbalado eu fico na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/108052218905830516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=108052218905830516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/108052218905830516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/108052218905830516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2004/03/nao-duvido-de-ti-mas-sim-da-vida-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-107958852888993325</id><published>2004-03-18T02:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T02:45:22.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A mesma saudade?Será possivel?...Tantas formas para mesma essência... O que me invade?Indescritivel...Compartilhar tua indecência Agora é tardeO indizívelSe coloca em evidência.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/107958852888993325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=107958852888993325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/107958852888993325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/107958852888993325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2004/03/mesma-saudade-ser-possivel.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-107379490410526549</id><published>2004-01-11T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T01:23:29.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um amor nao tem que convirA este, aquele ou aquel'outroInteresse escuso e estrangeiroAlheio ao que seja amarAlheio ao que seja entregaAvesso ao que seja desejoAmor que a si mesmo negaNão ha de escapar ilesoNão ha de se manter acesoPerdendo o que tem de sublimeAinda que mais nada rimeUm amor?... nao tem que convir.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/107379490410526549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=107379490410526549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/107379490410526549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/107379490410526549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2004/01/um-amor-nao-tem-que-convir-este-aquele.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-106403318468306334</id><published>2003-09-20T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T01:48:52.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dirá que a saudade existeaquele que a sentiu na carneaquele que a sentiu no peitodirá que a saudade existe.Ainda que não se definade modo pronto e imediatoquem em vão buscou o dito, dirá que a saudade existe.É o que a vida me ensinaque assim exponho aqui, de fato.Apenas quem na vida insistedirá que a saudade existe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/106403318468306334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=106403318468306334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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apenas a lembrançaDe ti</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/90537454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=90537454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/90537454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/90537454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2003/03/na-boca-gosto-de-sal-gosto-de-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-82933898</id><published>2002-10-13T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T18:41:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trago em minha bocao gosto de sua almae em meus olhosa imensa saudade do seu olhar.De olhos fechadosseu corpo se materializae seu cheiro é uma vez maismeu perfume favoritoPior é pensar que continuaras por aliPerdida para sempreEntre um neurônio e outro...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/82933898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=82933898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/82933898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/82933898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/10/trago-em-minha-boca-o-gosto-de-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-82933556</id><published>2002-10-13T18:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T18:20:26.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leve-me onde não quero irpor não saber ser possívelcaminhar para tal lugarDê-me o que eu não quero terpor desconhecer a existênciade tão mágico, misterioso objetoFaça-me o que não espero de mim mesmopor não saber ser, mais do que possível, necessário...Fundamentalmente vital...transcender</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/82933556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=82933556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/82933556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/82933556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/10/leve-me-onde-no-quero-ir-por-no-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-82603806</id><published>2002-10-06T17:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T17:15:12.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sim, meus assuntos passam por tiEntretanto...entrelinhas.Quem tiver olhos que vejaEstás sempre por ali.Sim, meus pensamentos são tua moradaE meu peito, permanente abrigoPor onde for levo comigoTua figura estampada...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/82603806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=82603806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/82603806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/82603806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/10/sim-meus-assuntos-passam-por-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-82603244</id><published>2002-10-06T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T16:59:36.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De voltaApós tudoApós tanto...Após...De voltaRessurgidoRessuscitadoRegurgitadoPosto que não era ainda a horaE jamais saberei de antemãoMe contento em estar aqui agoraAqui, e não em outro lugarAgora, e não em outra eraDe voltaPor enquantoProvosória...precaria mente...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/82603244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=82603244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/82603244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/82603244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/10/de-volta-aps-tudo-aps-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-78454508</id><published>2002-07-02T04:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T04:36:53.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valeu o choroValeu o risoValeu a espera e alguma dorValeu a forçaValeu a lutaVinda a conquista, o que nos resta?Erguer a taçaUm brinde à vidaMil carnavais...mais uma festa.Do que não prestaJá tive o tantoVestido o manto, hoje sou reiUm brinde ao risoÀ alegriaMesmo dizendo: hoje chorei</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/78454508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=78454508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/78454508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/78454508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/07/valeu-o-choro-valeu-o-riso-valeu.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-78454120</id><published>2002-07-02T04:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T04:20:02.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vida que te queroViva Sangue que te queroQuente Corpo junto a esteSentimento permanenteVida que te queroSempre Ainda que imperfeitaMenteOu talvez por isso mesmoAlma que te quero corpoForma que te queroIdéiaCheiro que te queroCorMúsica te queroImagemBeijo te queroSabor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/78454120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=78454120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/78454120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/78454120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/07/vida-que-te-quero-viva-sangue-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77797433</id><published>2002-06-16T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T01:02:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em repousoMovimento retilíneo uniformeUno a fome com a vontade de comer.EntretantoAniquilo assim todo movimentoSaciado que estou de todo ventoAbro mão do próprio pensamento</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77797433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77797433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77797433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77797433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/em-repouso-movimento-retilneo-uniforme.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77797336</id><published>2002-06-16T00:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T00:58:28.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um pouco de nósSe esvai.A cada instante em que estouSem tiCada segundo que passa,um milênioE o gosto de ti se desfazDecompõe-se seu mosaicoPeças soltasSe espalham pelo chão da sala...Já não sei se esse azul é céu, é mar...é azul?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77797336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77797336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77797336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77797336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/um-pouco-de-ns-se-esvai.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77553387</id><published>2002-06-10T02:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T02:06:38.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chegada a horaA noite me empurra para mais um diaE sem demoraO Sol da escuridão se saciaImplacável, o olhar se esvaiEntre mil lâminasEntretanto...dele não saiTua miragem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77553387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77553387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77553387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77553387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/chegada-hora-noite-me-empurra-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77553013</id><published>2002-06-10T01:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T01:54:19.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marcas que tragoMosaico ambulanteDe agora em dianteJá me desfaçoPasso de dançaPeito de açoDepois de um trago,Frio cortanteMais na saudadeQue no presentePassado inertePresença ausenteDe ti</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77553013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77553013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77553013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77553013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/marcas-que-trago-mosaico-ambulante-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77552493</id><published>2002-06-10T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T01:39:41.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Demora...Quando vem, três, quatro.Bons, ruins...Arre!Inútil querelaSe tenho aquela prefiro estaTendo essa, prefiro aquela</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77552493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77552493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77552493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77552493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/demora.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77552275</id><published>2002-06-10T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T01:37:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem maisDespeço-meA ti, ofereço meu silêncioEm pazDesconheço-meA boca diz o que já não pensoFugazPassado o susto, a calmariaImperaCapaz...Cicatriz a mais, e o diaJa era...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77552275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77552275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77552275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77552275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/sem-mais-despeo-me-ti-ofereo-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77492978</id><published>2002-06-08T04:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T04:11:47.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InsoneEm sonhosVaga lembrançaInsossoInsistoInsensata andança</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77492978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77492978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77492978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77492978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/insone-em-sonhos-vaga-lembrana-insosso.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77492284</id><published>2002-06-08T03:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T03:58:26.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais do que areia, caco de vidro.Estilhaços...Fragmentos do dia...Mais, muito mais, do que a justa medidaGosto de excesso, sangue e fumaçaNa madrugada, horas esparsasUm velho ciclo a se repetirÉ justo onde me (des)conheçoExato ponto em que desmascaroO que oculto: ali apareço</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77492284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77492284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77492284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77492284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/mais-do-que-areia-caco-de-vidro.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77365390</id><published>2002-06-05T03:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T03:38:04.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem aspasFratura exposta diante do mundoSem eira...nem beiraSentidos tantos a se desdobrarSem ti, dói tanto...Ah!...Se desdobrar...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77365390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77365390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77365390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77365390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/sem-aspas-fratura-exposta-diante-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77260464</id><published>2002-06-02T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T18:01:59.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...e agora eu aqui ficoentre reticências e interrogações.Sem saber o que fizou deixei de fazer...Descompasso, desmanteloPior do que não ter tido,foi viver este vivido......e agora, o que me resta?se minha lábia já não presta,refugio-me em mim.Tempo rei...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77260464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77260464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77260464'/><link 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77239827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77239827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/era-brincadeira-era-exerccio-era-corda.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77239803</id><published>2002-06-02T01:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T01:03:26.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fly on, little wing Balsamo de mim Se tiver que ser...sim! Well, she's walking E eu junto dela Traço em seu caminho uma paralela When I'm sad she comes to me Presente maior a me acompanhar Aqui, ali...em qualquer lugar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77239803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77239803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/fly-on-little-wing-balsamo-de-mim-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77239789</id><published>2002-06-02T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T01:03:00.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Areia nos olhos Sono que paira Inconsequente, em hora imprópria Flechas nos olhos Desbotado olhar Gradativamente crepuscular Olhos nos olhos Janelas d'alma Em direta conexão: nós... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77239773</id><published>2002-06-02T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T01:02:30.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aberta a ferida, Fechada a porta para o perdão. Debaixo de sete chaves, Um sentimento asfixiado. Debaixo de sete "nãos" Um "sim" ainda resiste. Por detrás do seu silêncio Um grito ainda insiste. MUNCH. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77239773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77239773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/aberta-ferida-fechada-porta-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77239751</id><published>2002-06-02T01:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T01:01:52.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amor de esguelha Meio de lado Pela metade...semi-amor. Amor de soslaio Amor de trivela Amor incidental Amor de amigo Amor de amante Ódio: amor de trás pra diante Amor cibernético Ou autopoiético Amor de todo e qualquer jeito E ainda assim...amor. </summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77239731</id><published>2002-06-02T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T01:01:14.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por ti, toda espera, toda tentativa Por ti, toda calma, toda alegria Enfim...recompensadas. Por ti, toda carne, todo espírito Por ti, corações e mentes Enfim...entrelaçados. Ainda que estejas longe, bem longe, Te sinto junto a mim Agora e sempre. E transcendo, assim, toda barreira Toda limitação Toda muralha desaba Ao pensar em ti. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77239731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77239731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/por-ti-toda-espera-toda-tentativa-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551063.post-77239711</id><published>2002-06-02T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T01:00:31.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Boca, nuca, mão... Tua mente não" Tua?...Mente não... Se mente, semeia ventos. Tempestades em botão Cedo ou tarde, inundando seus domínios, chuvas providenciais. Cedo ou cedo, pois a hora escorre, o minuto escorre... e o fim não tarda. Cedo agora. Batalha finda. Sangue que se esvai. RAIN </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/feeds/77239711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3551063&amp;postID=77239711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3551063/posts/default/77239711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidavirtual.blogspot.com/2002/06/boca-nuca-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nasre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04373979055601393617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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