<?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-156452372559091838</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:44:24.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos de Solidão</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156452372559091838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133507057482576921</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156452372559091838.post-2890274221717142311</id><published>2007-08-19T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:00:06.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho noção de nada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando circulo nesta estrada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem riscos continuos e descontinuos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem tracejados e amarelados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando anda em obras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temos que fazer manobras para chegar à portagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com alguma margem de felecidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa é uma verdade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importa a idade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É por isso que lutamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E todos ansiamos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sermos felizes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Termos raizes que nos prendam ao chão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nos tranquilizem o coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é uma estrada cheia de encruzilhadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algumas têm sentido proibido &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outras não tem sentido nenhum,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nôs procuramos algum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sinto-me perdida nesta estrada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que em certa medida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está completamente preenchida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De algo que eu não queria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é o que eu mais temia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156452372559091838-2890274221717142311?l=relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com/feeds/2890274221717142311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156452372559091838&amp;postID=2890274221717142311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156452372559091838/posts/default/2890274221717142311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156452372559091838/posts/default/2890274221717142311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-tenho-noo-de-nada-quando-circulo.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133507057482576921</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-156452372559091838.post-4084257866625149072</id><published>2007-08-19T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T10:57:05.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A droga é apenas droga&lt;br /&gt;Não penses que é uma borga.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois põe-te atento&lt;br /&gt;Que se torna um vicio&lt;br /&gt;Que já não sabes quando foi o inicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que isso não aconteça&lt;br /&gt;O melhor é não entrares&lt;br /&gt;Nessa rede e te enredares&lt;br /&gt;Porque depois de lá estares&lt;br /&gt;É muito dificil saltares,&lt;br /&gt;Há muitos obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;Com enormes buracos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê bem o desalento&lt;br /&gt;De quem já lá andou&lt;br /&gt;E a vida estragou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é apenas um aviso&lt;br /&gt;No caso de ser preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Recorda que droga&lt;br /&gt;É apenas droga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156452372559091838-4084257866625149072?l=relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com/feeds/4084257866625149072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156452372559091838&amp;postID=4084257866625149072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156452372559091838/posts/default/4084257866625149072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156452372559091838/posts/default/4084257866625149072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com/2007/08/droga-apenas-droga-no-pense-que-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133507057482576921</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-156452372559091838.post-1744269781040244792</id><published>2007-04-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:19:29.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a Mãe sofrida - 27/2/85</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deste-me ao mundo na miséria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na miséria me criaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De uma coisa tenho a certeza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É de que sempre me amaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tinhas dinheiro para a escola.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas! nunca me mandas-te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pedir esmola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trabalhavas dia e noite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para mim e para os manos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até que se passaram os anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos doze anos mandaste-me trabalhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque não tinhas que me dar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o Pai sempre a dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quem sair daqui não torna a entrar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas afinal que qeria ele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se não tinhamos que comer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só te tinha a ti mãe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e já muito tu fazias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas! Nós eramos tantos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como é que tu podias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Pai andava sempre bebado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembras-te?!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando nós choráva-mos de medo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Batia-te quando lhe dava &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na real gana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E depois metia-se na cama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu e nós para onde iamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É certo e sabido que fugiamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque ele dizia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que te queria matar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele naqueles momentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sabia o que era amar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mãe que vida tu tiveste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas! Há muitas mães&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no mundo que sofreram &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que sofreste. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/156452372559091838-1744269781040244792?l=relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com/feeds/1744269781040244792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=156452372559091838&amp;postID=1744269781040244792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156452372559091838/posts/default/1744269781040244792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/156452372559091838/posts/default/1744269781040244792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relatodemomentosdesolidao.blogspot.com/2007/04/carta-mae-sofrida-27285.html' title='Carta a Mãe sofrida - 27/2/85'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133507057482576921</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></feed>
