<?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-9172076800559757571</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:24:40.783-08:00</updated><category term='se eu pudesse'/><category term='lembra'/><category term='beija eu...'/><category term='carvão'/><title type='text'>Meu blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-1008006065119363379</id><published>2008-02-28T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:08:51.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA LÁGRIMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/R8cGp242yCI/AAAAAAAACg8/n0wRcRk7eGs/s1600-h/0002supliciofundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172110013236693026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/R8cGp242yCI/AAAAAAAACg8/n0wRcRk7eGs/s320/0002supliciofundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo beijo que eu não te dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo afago que eu sufoquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelos sonhos que malbaratei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo encontro que em vão sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo beijo que não me roubaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo afago que me recusaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo encontro que tu evitaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo sonho que tu não sonhaste&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela mão que não entrelacei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo olhar que jamais cruzei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela valsa que eu não dancei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela música que não entoei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela mão que não apertaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo olhar que tu desviaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela dança que tu não dançaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela canção que não escutaste&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrimaPela espera da festa... sem festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela espera do gozo... sem gozo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pela espera da vida... sem vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pelo ápice do fim... sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem festa... pela fresta que tu me fechaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem gozo... pois no meio do caminho declinaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem vida... foste minha luz e te apagasteSem fim... começaste a amar e não terminaste!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-1008006065119363379?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1008006065119363379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=1008006065119363379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/1008006065119363379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/1008006065119363379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2008/02/uma-lgrima.html' title='UMA LÁGRIMA'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/R8cGp242yCI/AAAAAAAACg8/n0wRcRk7eGs/s72-c/0002supliciofundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-6263380248246228286</id><published>2007-11-01T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:59:20.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>como tudo deve ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RyoFxLw71_I/AAAAAAAACDA/xg_lYuMhAxo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127917468244498418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="110" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RyoFxLw71_I/AAAAAAAACDA/xg_lYuMhAxo/s320/images.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um belo sonho veio então despertar minha vontade,Tudo vale apena pra te reencontrar,Me livrei de tudo aquilo e consegui mudar,Tudo que foi feito em troca de uma amizade mas,Felicidade é poder estar com quem você gosta em algum lugar,É foda ser louco, advogado do mundo mas,Como tudo deve ser?É foda ser taxado de doido, vagabundo mas,Como tudo deve ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo um som e olhando o mar,Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo o som do mar rolar...Eu não nasci ontem, bem quando, como por onde mas,Como tudo deve ser, com as balizas do nosso sistemaSigo imprimindo meu sonho na história, como tudo deve ser.Um belo sonho veio então despertar minha vontade,Tudo vale apena pra te reencontrar, me livrei de tudo aquilo e consegui mudar,Tudo que foi feito em troca de uma amizade mais...Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo o som e olhando o mar,Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo o som do mar rolar...Eu não preciso de promessas e acho que você também,Eu não tento ser perfeito e acho que você também.Dias e noites, pensando no que fiz,Eu sou um vencedor, eu lutei pelo o que eu quis,Mas quando não se pode mais mudar tanta coisa errada,Vamos viver nossos sonhos, temos tão pouco tempo.Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo o som e olhando o mar,Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo o som do mar rolar...Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo o som e olhando o mar,Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo o som do mar rolar...Foi quando te encontrei, ouvindo o som e olhando o mar,Ouvindo o som e olhando... ouvindo o som e olhando o mar...O mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-6263380248246228286?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RyoFxLw71_I/AAAAAAAACDA/xg_lYuMhAxo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-777647618840262155</id><published>2007-10-06T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:58:54.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carvão'/><title type='text'>Ana Carolina - Carvão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgvPBXhMxI/AAAAAAAACBk/9z581YoIS7A/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118392911618192146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgvPBXhMxI/AAAAAAAACBk/9z581YoIS7A/s320/images.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surgiu como um clarão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um raio me cortando a escuridão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E veio me puxando pela mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por onde não imaginei seguir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me fez sentir tão bem, como ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu fui me enganando sem sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fui abrindo portas sem sair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhando às cegas, sem dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei quem é você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor em seu carvão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi me queimando em brasa no colchão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me partiu em tantas pelo chão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me colocou diante de um leão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor me consumiu, depois sumiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu até perguntei, mas ninguém viu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fui fechando o rosto sem sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mesmo atenta, sem me distrair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei quem é você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No espelho da ilusão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se retocou pra outra traição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentou abrir as flores do perdão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas bati minha raiva no portão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não mais me procure sem razão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me deixe aqui e solta a minha mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fui flechando o tempo, sem chover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui fechando os meus olhos, pra esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-777647618840262155?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/777647618840262155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=777647618840262155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/777647618840262155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/777647618840262155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/10/ana-carolina-carvo.html' title='Ana Carolina - Carvão'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgvPBXhMxI/AAAAAAAACBk/9z581YoIS7A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-3160194704182274472</id><published>2007-10-06T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:51:44.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beija eu...'/><title type='text'>Adriana Calcanhoto - Beija Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgtfxXhMwI/AAAAAAAACBc/yK5cj7nkp2g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118391000357745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgtfxXhMwI/AAAAAAAACBc/yK5cj7nkp2g/s320/images.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja eu, seja eu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa que eu seja eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aceita o que seja seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então deita e aceita eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Molha eu, seca eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa que eu seja o ceu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E receba o que seja seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anoiteça, amanheça eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beija eu, beija eu, beija eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me beijaDeixa o que seja seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então beba e receba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo, no seu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu no meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa, eu me deixo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anoiteça, amanheça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja eu, seja eu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa que eu seja eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aceita o que seja seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então deita e aceita eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Molha eu, seca eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa que eu seja o ceu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E receba o que seja seu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anoiteça, amanheça eu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-3160194704182274472?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3160194704182274472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=3160194704182274472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/3160194704182274472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/3160194704182274472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/10/adriana-calcanhoto-beija-eu.html' title='Adriana Calcanhoto - Beija Eu'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgtfxXhMwI/AAAAAAAACBc/yK5cj7nkp2g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-1233111318914154708</id><published>2007-10-06T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:45:34.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lembra'/><title type='text'>Vavá - Lembra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgrtxXhMvI/AAAAAAAACBU/NiJvGHzy16s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118389041852658418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgrtxXhMvI/AAAAAAAACBU/NiJvGHzy16s/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade me falou, que precisamos conversar. Dar um basta nisso tudo. Repor as coisas no lugar. Que há distância entre nós dois, Pois precisamos encurtar. Também falou em meu ouvido. Que você não pára de chorar. Se existe sentimento. Então por que nos torturar? Volta pra mim que eu tenho tanto pra te dar! Quando você me amava Chovia estrela em nosso ninho. Só te escrevi pra te dizer. Que estou sozinho Lembra do momento em que nós nos entregamos. Aos beijos na chuva. Nossos corpos se encontrando... Lembra que o ciúme nos pegou e nós brigamos. Lembra quando tudo terminou . Nós dois choramos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-1233111318914154708?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1233111318914154708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=1233111318914154708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/1233111318914154708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/1233111318914154708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/10/vav-lembra.html' title='Vavá - Lembra'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgrtxXhMvI/AAAAAAAACBU/NiJvGHzy16s/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-8099698255436282428</id><published>2007-10-06T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:41:51.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='se eu pudesse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgrIRXhMuI/AAAAAAAACBM/_iISdxhrncs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118388397607564002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="91" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgrIRXhMuI/AAAAAAAACBM/_iISdxhrncs/s320/images.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vavá - Ah! Se Eu Pudesse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Se eu pudesse um dia entrar no teu caminhoE ser a solução pra tua falta de carinhoAlguém te viu a chorarMe disse a tristeza de quando amanheceEu fico aqui a pensarAh! Se eu pudesse, ah! Se eu pudesse, ah! Se eu pudesseConfessar tudo que pesoSe eu tenho alguma chance de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw18808526550885(event, this, '-1504208108'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px double; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick18808526550885(-1504208108);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='double 1px'; " href="http://www.webletras.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; eu te convençoEu vivo a te imaginarQuem transa contigo termina e te esqueceSe isso é mesmo te amarAh! Se eu pudesse, ah! Se eu pudesse, ah! Se eu pudesseAmar vocêEu queria viver uma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw12968344832885(event, this, '-1504208108'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #006600; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px double; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick12968344832885(-1504208108);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='double 1px'; " href="http://www.webletras.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; valendo por dezE começo beijando teu rosto e termino nos pésPra você nunca mais esquecer essa forte emoçãoSe acontecer, você vai ter alguém do seu lado que ama e te querQue te acha mais linda que a mais linda flor de mulherE deseja o amor do teu corpo e do teu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-8099698255436282428?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8099698255436282428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=8099698255436282428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/8099698255436282428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/8099698255436282428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/10/vav-ah-se-eu-pudesse-ah-se-eu-pudesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RwgrIRXhMuI/AAAAAAAACBM/_iISdxhrncs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-640176676220531332</id><published>2007-08-02T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:11:03.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um mundo sonhado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RrIB-eLcA8I/AAAAAAAAABE/RKXWkykCMd8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094136301274006466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RrIB-eLcA8I/AAAAAAAAABE/RKXWkykCMd8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo diante de mim um mundo colorido,&lt;br /&gt;um mundo de luz , e estrelas cintilantes...&lt;br /&gt;Onde o verde dos campos ,&lt;br /&gt;se mescla com o azul do céu e das águas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo de paz ...&lt;br /&gt;de solidariedade , de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Sons e imagens se interagindo ,&lt;br /&gt;espalhando bonança..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui , as pessoas se entendem&lt;br /&gt;se ajudam,&lt;br /&gt;se completam ,&lt;br /&gt;se amam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baniram o ódio,&lt;br /&gt;os ressentimento ,&lt;br /&gt;as guerras , o separativismo...&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho forçado ,&lt;br /&gt;as armas ,&lt;br /&gt;as drogas ,&lt;br /&gt;a exploração econômica,&lt;br /&gt;e qualquer tipo de preconceito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigada, pergunto a mim mesma:&lt;br /&gt;O que é necessário ,&lt;br /&gt;pra se viver num mundo assim ?&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração responde:&lt;br /&gt;É preciso que se faça uma opção,&lt;br /&gt;somente isso ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que essa opção é minha,&lt;br /&gt;eu viverei aqui ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-640176676220531332?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/640176676220531332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=640176676220531332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/640176676220531332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/640176676220531332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-mundo-sonhado.html' title='Um mundo sonhado...'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RrIB-eLcA8I/AAAAAAAAABE/RKXWkykCMd8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-1138998993942955230</id><published>2007-07-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:20:45.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense e reflita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RqjJzOLcA5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SQXF1OmAJV4/s1600-h/anjowal%20copia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091541260558926738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RqjJzOLcA5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SQXF1OmAJV4/s320/anjowal%2520copia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida coloca em nossos destinos pessoas e obstáculos,A cada obstáculo uma surpresa, as vezes estas surpresas são desagradáveisBasta saber lidar com esta situação e daremos a volta por cima.As pessoas que passam pelo nosso caminho deixam marcas,Algumas deixam marcas inesquecíveis e agradáveis de se lembrarE outras deixam marcas de dor e sofrimento, mas é só encará-las de frente.Superar situações é sinal de força e coragem,Mas as vezes começamos a nos decepcionar sem tentar seperá-lasE nos damos por vencidos, mas levante a cabeça e encare todas elas com justiça e sabedoria.As vezes pensamos em desistir de tudo e de todos, e nos entregar de corpo e alma a uma pessoa,Mas pense bem, será que esta pessoa merece todo este sacrficio?Não haja por empulso, sempre pare, pense e reflita, com calma, justiça e sabedoria.Não deixe de lutar pelos seus ideais e pro tudo aquilo que você acha que é o certo a fazer...Nunca magoe uma pessoa, pois depois você pode ser magoado...Nunca deixe a inveja, mentira e ambição tomarem conta de você,lute contra as coisas que vão causar dor e sofrimento...Lembre-se sempre a vida é para ser vivida com cuidado e sabedoria,Aproveite para fazer as pazes com as pessoas que você teve algum desentendimentoE nunca esqueça que você é a peça fundamental para fazer um mundo melhor para se viver... E a vida também é construída por você, então à construa da melhor maneira possível e não deixando imperfeições...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-1138998993942955230?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1138998993942955230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=1138998993942955230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/1138998993942955230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/1138998993942955230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/07/pense-e-reflita.html' title='Pense e reflita'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RqjJzOLcA5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SQXF1OmAJV4/s72-c/anjowal%2520copia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-1229028428361257649</id><published>2007-07-08T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:22:31.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cobra e o vaga-lume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Era uma vez uma cobra que começou a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perseguir um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vaga lume&lt;/span&gt; que só vivia para brilhar.Ele fugia rápido, com medo da feroz predadora.E a cobra não desistia, nem pensava em desistir de persegui-lo.Ele fugiu um dia , e ela não desistia, dois dias e nada...No terceiro dia, já sem forças, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vaga lume&lt;/span&gt; parou e disse:Posso te fazer três perguntas?Não costumo abrir esse precedente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; ninguém,mas já que eu vou te comer mesmo, pode perguntar.Pertenço a tua cadeia alimentar?Não.Te fiz alguma coisa?Não.Então porque você quer me comer?Porque não suporto ver você BRILHAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-1229028428361257649?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1229028428361257649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=1229028428361257649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/1229028428361257649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/1229028428361257649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/07/cobra.html' title='A cobra e o vaga-lume'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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-9172076800559757571.post-3329032739539233585</id><published>2007-06-10T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:27:37.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você é meu presente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rmx6U3LXp0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/j--QCFXuMps/s1600-h/images01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074565378967316290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rmx6U3LXp0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/j--QCFXuMps/s320/images01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu rezei para que você viesse,Muito antes de nos conhecermos, sem saber quem poderia vir.Eu pedi a Deus que me mandasse um amigo,Alguém escolhido só pra mim,Alguém que tivesse fé e sabedoria em seus atos.Um amigo para ajudar-me e guiar-me nas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tribulações diárias,Já que sempre em nossa vida,Nós precisamos de alguém para ouvir o que dizemos.Alguém que não nos julgará nem nos condenará,Mas apoiará enquanto falarmos.O caminho estreito que escolhemos seguir,Pode algumas vezes nos desanimar.E ter um amigo para nos amparar na queda nos ensina a humildade.Quando eu pedi a Deus para mandar-me um amigo,Apesar de muitos que vieram e partiram,Ele me deu muito mais do que eu jamais pedi:Ele me mandou Você.Agradeço, Senhor, por me mandares meu Amigo.Agradeço a Você por aceitar ser meu presente dado por Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-3329032739539233585?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3329032739539233585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=3329032739539233585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/3329032739539233585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/3329032739539233585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/06/voc-meu-presente.html' title='Você é meu presente...'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rmx6U3LXp0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/j--QCFXuMps/s72-c/images01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-3260772053579906214</id><published>2007-06-10T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:21:36.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é o amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rmx5ZHLXpzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4XCAG3RQ1dA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074564352470132530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rmx5ZHLXpzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4XCAG3RQ1dA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez o Amor seja como um lugar de repouso,um abrigo para tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;Ele existe para te dar consolo, existe para nos manter aquecidos, e naqueles momentos de dificuldades,quando estamos solitários demais, a lembrança do Amor te traz de volta pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o Amor seja como uma janela ou umaporta aberta, ele te convida para chegar mais pertodeseja te mostrar algo mais, e ainda que vocêse perca e não saiba o que fazer,a lembrança do Amor, irá te amparar.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor para alguns é como uma nuvem,e para outros é tão forte como o aço.Para alguns, como maneira de viver e de sentir.Alguns dizem que é apego, liberdade, loucura...&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dizem que o Amor é tudo e outrosdizem que não sabem o que é...&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós temos uma única certeza...O Amor existe...E vive entre nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-3260772053579906214?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3260772053579906214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=3260772053579906214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/3260772053579906214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/3260772053579906214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-que-o-amor.html' title='O que é o amor?'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rmx5ZHLXpzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4XCAG3RQ1dA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-7534453284998292531</id><published>2007-06-02T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:26:59.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apostas &amp; Certezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes eu fugi,&lt;br /&gt;Distraindo os meus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantas vezes nada quis,&lt;br /&gt;Destratando os meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;Outras tantas discuti,&lt;br /&gt;Só pra não te enxergar,&lt;br /&gt;Estava aqui (estava aqui)&lt;br /&gt;Entre promessas e despesas&lt;br /&gt;Apostas e certezas&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir das derrotas&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso na cara, estou de volta&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes eu menti,&lt;br /&gt;Desprezando os teus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Todas as vezes eu te quis,&lt;br /&gt;Provocando, discutindo&lt;br /&gt;Traz todo amor pra mim&lt;br /&gt;sem fugir ou me estranhar&lt;br /&gt;Tá tudo aqui (tá tudo aqui)&lt;br /&gt;Entre promessas e despesas&lt;br /&gt;Apostas e certezas&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir das derrotas&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso na cara, estou de volta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou de volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-7534453284998292531?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7534453284998292531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=7534453284998292531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/7534453284998292531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/7534453284998292531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/06/apostas-certezas.html' title='Apostas &amp; Certezas'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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-9172076800559757571.post-5009967547683535823</id><published>2007-06-02T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:23:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Minuto para o Fim do Mundo - CPM22</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071518547321655074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RmGnP6zpjyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0ml-xql6Ljs/s320/290.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me sinto só,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem é que nunca se sentiu assim&lt;br /&gt;Procurando um caminho pra seguir,&lt;br /&gt;Uma direção - respostas&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto para o fim do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Toda sua vida em 60 segundos&lt;br /&gt;Uma volta no ponteiro do relógio,pra viver&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre contra mim, sempre foi assim e sempre&lt;br /&gt;vai ser&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo apenas pra vencer a falta que me faz você&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados eu tento esconder a dor agora.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor entenda, eu preciso ir embora porque!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com você&lt;br /&gt;Sinto meu mundo acabar,&lt;br /&gt;Perco o chão sob os meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Me falta o ar pra respirar&lt;br /&gt;E só de pensar em te perder por um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso é o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Volto o relógio para trás tentando adiar o fim,&lt;br /&gt;tentando esconder o medo de te perder quando me sinto&lt;br /&gt;assim&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados eu tento enganar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Fugir pra outro lugar em uma outra direção porque&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com você&lt;br /&gt;Sinto meu mundo acabar,&lt;br /&gt;Perco o chão sob os meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Me falta o ar pra respirar&lt;br /&gt;E só de pensar em te perder por um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso é o fim do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-5009967547683535823?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5009967547683535823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=5009967547683535823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/5009967547683535823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/5009967547683535823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/06/um-minuto-para-o-fim-do-mundo-cpm22.html' title='Um Minuto para o Fim do Mundo - CPM22'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/RmGnP6zpjyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0ml-xql6Ljs/s72-c/290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9172076800559757571.post-8835238299218930907</id><published>2007-05-31T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:57:16.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCÊ MORA NO MEU CORAÇÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rl8MV6zpjxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6MgcST7jdNo/s1600-h/44439622.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rl8MV6zpjxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6MgcST7jdNo/s1600-h/44439622.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070785276145143570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rl8MV6zpjxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6MgcST7jdNo/s320/44439622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste momento parei tudo que estava fazendo porque pensei em você.Lembrei do quanto você me faz sorrir e ser feliz.Isso aconteceu no ano passado, mês retrasado, há quinze dias,esta semana, anteontem, ontem.....Nossa!!! Você notou que está sempre me fazendo sorrir?Que sua palavra amiga sempre chega na hora certa?Que quando mais preciso de incentivo,e penso em desistir de tudo,é você que me dá forças para continuar essa batalha!Pois é...Por tudo isso estou sempre pensando em você.Então resolvi enviar essa mensagem, para agradecer seu carinho,sua amizade, sua presença na minha vida. E para dizer que...você mora no meu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9172076800559757571-8835238299218930907?l=pangoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8835238299218930907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9172076800559757571&amp;postID=8835238299218930907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/8835238299218930907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9172076800559757571/posts/default/8835238299218930907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pangoni.blogspot.com/2007/05/voc-mora-no-meu-corao.html' title='VOCÊ MORA NO MEU CORAÇÃO...'/><author><name>Pangoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161626593434809718</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b3t5HNbdtmE/Rl8MV6zpjxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6MgcST7jdNo/s72-c/44439622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
