<?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-8414590041292089278</id><updated>2012-01-19T03:22:36.438-08:00</updated><category term='tola'/><category term='madrugada'/><category term='descalço'/><category term='solidão'/><category term='esperança'/><category term='lembrança'/><category term='canção'/><category term='olhos'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='poema'/><category term='amor'/><category term='alguém'/><category term='busca'/><category term='paixão'/><category term='ilusão'/><category term='beijo'/><category term='coração'/><category term='mágoa'/><category term='desejo'/><category term='poeta'/><category term='casar'/><category term='verdade'/><category term='alma'/><category term='fool'/><category term='frustração'/><category term='versos'/><category term='verso'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='vontade'/><category term='feliz'/><title type='text'>Une Verso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-3357706177336626052</id><published>2008-01-29T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:26:30.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><title type='text'>Oxygen - Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161101164636888930" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/R5_qKiAJX2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/iYUb1aqiaLw/s400/2698emo-messbrasil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Site &lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/"&gt;Vagalume &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me separei de um mundo&lt;br /&gt;Feito de pessoas raivosas&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei um garoto&lt;br /&gt;Que tinha um sonho de fazer todos sorrirem&lt;br /&gt;Ele era radiante&lt;br /&gt;Eu desmoronei&lt;br /&gt;Meus pés pareciam tijolos embaixo d'água&lt;br /&gt;Como eu poderia te dizer como eu me sinto?&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de oxigênio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, se eu fosse sua garota,&lt;br /&gt;Eu te faria feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca te abandonarei, nunca te abandonarei&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, eu serei sua garota&lt;br /&gt;Estou ficando maluca por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então, eu encontrei um estado de espírito&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu poderia ser muda&lt;br /&gt;Por um tempo eu tive que tentar&lt;br /&gt;Entender esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Parecia tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Puxe-me para cima&lt;br /&gt;Desça para um lugar onde você estava esperando&lt;br /&gt;E como eu poderia te dizer como eu me sinto?&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de oxigênio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, se eu fosse sua garota,&lt;br /&gt;Eu te faria feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca te abandonarei, nunca te abandonarei&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, eu serei sua garota&lt;br /&gt;Estou ficando maluca por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você não quer me deixar esperando&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo-me como uma boba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, eu serei sua garota&lt;br /&gt;Eu te farei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca te abandonarei, nunca te abandonarei&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, eu serei sua garota&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou enlouquecendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me o que você quer&lt;br /&gt;Baby, diga-me o que você precisa&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que eu pedir, baby, dê para mim&lt;br /&gt;Baby, dê para mim, dê para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me separei de um mundo&lt;br /&gt;Feito de pessoas raivosas&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei um garoto&lt;br /&gt;Que tinha um sonho de fazer todos sorrirem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/R5_pQCAJX0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/FTjPZS7xxIE/s1600-h/2992emo-messbrasil.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161100159614541634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/R5_pQCAJX0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/FTjPZS7xxIE/s400/2992emo-messbrasil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-3357706177336626052?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3357706177336626052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=3357706177336626052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/3357706177336626052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/3357706177336626052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/fool-fool-fool-but-loving-you.html' title='Oxygen - Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/R5_qKiAJX2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/iYUb1aqiaLw/s72-c/2698emo-messbrasil.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-3532635588048605135</id><published>2007-12-25T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:08:30.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectativa</title><content type='html'>No meu mundo, em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão as coisas que acredito&lt;br /&gt;Lar dos meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;É! As vezes sou tola. Insegura, posso dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que há algo bom para minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E isso me impulsiona a viver&lt;br /&gt;Podem não entender meus princípios&lt;br /&gt;Acharem o que quiserem&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;E venha o que vier&lt;br /&gt;Preciso firmar-me em algo&lt;br /&gt;Para me manter de pé&lt;br /&gt;Então não queira mudar-me&lt;br /&gt;Ajude-me a ser melhor&lt;br /&gt;Porque se perder aquilo em que acredito&lt;br /&gt;O que me restará na vida&lt;br /&gt;Só aquela estranha expectativa:&lt;br /&gt;a de ser só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-3532635588048605135?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3532635588048605135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=3532635588048605135' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/3532635588048605135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/3532635588048605135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/expectativa.html' title='Expectativa'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-211943190587542665</id><published>2007-10-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:22:04.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cais</title><content type='html'>Por que meu coração arde&lt;br /&gt;Como se em brasa estivesse?&lt;br /&gt;E essa dor que invade&lt;br /&gt;Parece me matar&lt;br /&gt;Sufocando, sufocando&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;e só encontro engano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não quero me machucar&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeiras ou fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Não são o bastante para mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero é amar&lt;br /&gt;Amar daquela maneira&lt;br /&gt;Que talvez não exista mais&lt;br /&gt;Porque parece tão distante&lt;br /&gt;Já chegou a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;E longe está o meu cais&lt;br /&gt;Perdida eu fiquei em alto mar&lt;br /&gt;Esperando, esperando&lt;br /&gt;As câimbras já tomam o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Estou prestes a me afogar&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mar de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é tola, tola, tola&lt;br /&gt;Não vê que não adianta gritar&lt;br /&gt;Já me cansei das fantasias&lt;br /&gt;De ilusões me sustentar&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que olhe para mim&lt;br /&gt;E me constranja com esse olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso, mas por quê esse precisar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-211943190587542665?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/211943190587542665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=211943190587542665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/211943190587542665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/211943190587542665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/cais.html' title='Cais'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-8873014315831944397</id><published>2007-10-14T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:45:54.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caçadora de borboletas</title><content type='html'>Lá se vai a borboleta azul&lt;br /&gt;com asas resplandecentes&lt;br /&gt;Uma beleza incomum&lt;br /&gt;Veja aquela moça&lt;br /&gt;como corre para apanhar&lt;br /&gt;a linda borboleta&lt;br /&gt;Achando que poderá guardar&lt;br /&gt;aquela beleza para si&lt;br /&gt;Corre e corre pelo jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça, não se engane&lt;br /&gt;Essa como as outras&lt;br /&gt;foi criada para voar&lt;br /&gt;Não deseja ficar presa&lt;br /&gt;e sim deslumbrar&lt;br /&gt;Ela segue em busca de seus amores, lindas flores&lt;br /&gt;Atraindo todo olhar&lt;br /&gt;Moça é melhor você aprender&lt;br /&gt;Na vida existem coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que podemos ou não podemos fazer&lt;br /&gt;Deixe a borboleta ser livre&lt;br /&gt;Será melhor para você&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, você é tão bela&lt;br /&gt;que a sua beleza chega a ofuscar&lt;br /&gt;a da mais linda das borboletas&lt;br /&gt;quando me lança o seu olhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-8873014315831944397?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8873014315831944397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=8873014315831944397' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/8873014315831944397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/8873014315831944397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/caadora-de-borboletas.html' title='Caçadora de borboletas'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-2772995850284543092</id><published>2007-10-10T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T06:41:33.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madrugada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>Derepente já estava aqui&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos que antes procuravam&lt;br /&gt;Acharam algo em ti&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendente!&lt;br /&gt;Poderia fazer loucuras&lt;br /&gt;Ir te procurar de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Somente para te ver e sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que me tens&lt;br /&gt;De uma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Que nem mesma compreendo&lt;br /&gt;Dono dos meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Tomaste meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Já passaram os dias de fantasias&lt;br /&gt;O que existe é o presente e o porvir&lt;br /&gt;Agora te quero, sim eu te quero&lt;br /&gt;E não sou de desistir&lt;br /&gt;Se não me quiseres, que importa?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre temos o que queremos&lt;br /&gt;Porém, saberás que tivestes a mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-2772995850284543092?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2772995850284543092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=2772995850284543092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/2772995850284543092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/2772995850284543092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-6434317381873626727</id><published>2007-10-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:26:05.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alguém'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>Vontade de você</title><content type='html'>Ah coração&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é assim?&lt;br /&gt;Teimoso, sempre com vontade&lt;br /&gt;De ter o que somente&lt;br /&gt;Foi e será ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você inventou fantasias&lt;br /&gt;E já estava vivendo nelas&lt;br /&gt;Fez o seu castelo perto do mar&lt;br /&gt;E ele se desmanchou na primeira onda&lt;br /&gt;Misturou-se a água fria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhou nos olhos daquele alguém&lt;br /&gt;Na vontade de sentir o gosto do seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Ah coração, você sempre foi assim&lt;br /&gt;Romântico, esse é seu defeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua boca ainda deseja&lt;br /&gt;Roçar aqueles lábios&lt;br /&gt;Sentir aquele corpo em você&lt;br /&gt;Que pena coração!&lt;br /&gt;Terá que esquecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-6434317381873626727?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6434317381873626727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=6434317381873626727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/6434317381873626727'/><link 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/&gt;Gosto, simplesmente gosto&lt;br /&gt;De tudo em você&lt;br /&gt;O meu gostar que ultrapassa o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Permanece, sim ele permanece&lt;br /&gt;E ainda imagino o por quê&lt;br /&gt;Como se você tivesse&lt;br /&gt;uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que sonha, sim sonha&lt;br /&gt;Em completamente lhe ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo incompreensível&lt;br /&gt;É assim a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Ela só existe&lt;br /&gt;E faz arder o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digo que vou lhe esperar&lt;br /&gt;Isso não pertence a mim decidir&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que continua presente em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E como o queria aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-4801472061307702104?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4801472061307702104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=4801472061307702104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/4801472061307702104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/4801472061307702104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/suspirando.html' title='Suspirando'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-8172473815945120768</id><published>2007-10-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:27:02.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustração'/><title type='text'>Voltas</title><content type='html'>Girando vai o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nessa constante repetição&lt;br /&gt;Passam as horas, os segundos&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho está meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Gira mundo, torna a girar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe numa das suas voltas&lt;br /&gt;Eu possa enfim encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Aquele por quem meu peito suspira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o mal dos românticos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em busca de uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Se não há, que importa?&lt;br /&gt;Faz-se uma de ilusão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-8172473815945120768?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8172473815945120768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=8172473815945120768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/8172473815945120768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/8172473815945120768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/girando.html' title='Voltas'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-4489357294221246937</id><published>2007-09-30T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:44:04.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madrugada'/><title type='text'>Vai solidão</title><content type='html'>Vai solidão&lt;br /&gt;Leva consigo as tristezas&lt;br /&gt;para longe, bem longe&lt;br /&gt;do meu frágil coração&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse que eu lhe queria?&lt;br /&gt;Você chega de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Para perturbar meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Encontrando-me neste quarto&lt;br /&gt;sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Você deseja me envolver&lt;br /&gt;Com seus sombrios tormentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai solidão&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero você aqui&lt;br /&gt;Não insista, não argumente&lt;br /&gt;Bata a porta ao sair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-4489357294221246937?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4489357294221246937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=4489357294221246937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/4489357294221246937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/4489357294221246937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/vai-solido.html' title='Vai solidão'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-7884658677788128543</id><published>2007-09-21T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:19:26.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><title type='text'>Insatisfação</title><content type='html'>Por fora quem vê elogia&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sabe da dor que sinto&lt;br /&gt;o vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Falta algo aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Estou vagando pelo deserto&lt;br /&gt;Lutando para sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Enxergando tantas miragens&lt;br /&gt;E eu não consigo compreender&lt;br /&gt;Que busca é essa do meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias ele vem me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;da sua insatisfação&lt;br /&gt;Repetindo em alto e bom som:&lt;br /&gt;Solidão! Solidão! Solidão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-7884658677788128543?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7884658677788128543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=7884658677788128543' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/7884658677788128543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/7884658677788128543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/insatisfao.html' title='Insatisfação'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-899787332676736842</id><published>2007-09-19T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:37:16.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><title type='text'>Versinho</title><content type='html'>Quisera eu ser poeta&lt;br /&gt;Assim poderia expressar&lt;br /&gt;com rimas de escolhidas palavras&lt;br /&gt;o maior dos dons humanos&lt;br /&gt;traduzido no verbo amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu fosse um poeta&lt;br /&gt;derramaria com tal emoção&lt;br /&gt;meus sentimentos em cada verso&lt;br /&gt;que todos pela cidade diriam&lt;br /&gt;que nasci só coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvG-EiErjRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZnDDOxYSoY8/s1600-h/separadorosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112076037117414674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvG-EiErjRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZnDDOxYSoY8/s400/separadorosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Inspirado no poema "Se eu fosse poeta" da doce poetisa SARAMAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-899787332676736842?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/899787332676736842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=899787332676736842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/899787332676736842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/899787332676736842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/versinho.html' title='Versinho'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvG-EiErjRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZnDDOxYSoY8/s72-c/separadorosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-5400414480721514722</id><published>2007-09-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:37:16.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><title type='text'>Lugar predileto</title><content type='html'>Fugiu!&lt;br /&gt;A poesia fugiu&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;Eis que a encontro&lt;br /&gt;em seu lugar predileto&lt;br /&gt;pulsando no mesmo compasso&lt;br /&gt;das batidas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvGEjSErjQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SSHz5LKAZ5A/s1600-h/separadorosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112012793723981058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvGEjSErjQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SSHz5LKAZ5A/s400/separadorosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-5400414480721514722?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5400414480721514722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=5400414480721514722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/5400414480721514722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/5400414480721514722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/fugiu-poesia-fugiu-no-eis-que-encontro.html' title='Lugar predileto'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvGEjSErjQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SSHz5LKAZ5A/s72-c/separadorosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-7963564983944962908</id><published>2007-09-16T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:37:17.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lembrança'/><title type='text'>Trem da lembrança</title><content type='html'>O trem da lembrança&lt;br /&gt;saiu da estação&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem ele descendo a serra&lt;br /&gt;ziguezagueando por curvas de emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trem da lembrança&lt;br /&gt;cumpre o seu horário&lt;br /&gt;e chega de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;abrindo suas portas&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que na plataforma&lt;br /&gt;haja somente um passageiro&lt;br /&gt;solitário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem&lt;br /&gt;num balanço característico&lt;br /&gt;suas rodas sobre os trilhos&lt;br /&gt;estremecendo os dormentes&lt;br /&gt;fazem de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;um barulho estridente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem o trem&lt;br /&gt;Ele vem&lt;br /&gt;e de longe&lt;br /&gt;já se pode escutar&lt;br /&gt;O barulho do apito&lt;br /&gt;Coração a disparar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem o trem&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem&lt;br /&gt;O trem da lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Cumprindo o horário&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvGB9SErjOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U4fgcRixSE4/s1600-h/separadorosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112009941865696482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvGB9SErjOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U4fgcRixSE4/s400/separadorosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Ru2K8V05xgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tp3zwt_Lx5o/s1600-h/separador2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Em homenagem aos meus tempos de criança quando eu amava passear de trem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-7963564983944962908?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7963564983944962908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=7963564983944962908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/7963564983944962908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/7963564983944962908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/trem-da-lembrana.html' title='Trem da lembrança'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvGB9SErjOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U4fgcRixSE4/s72-c/separadorosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-7854230569057701941</id><published>2007-09-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:37:17.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Ruwze105xfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Gv5Vcq2ZWGY/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110516282096731634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Ruwze105xfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Gv5Vcq2ZWGY/s320/hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;que seja emocionante&lt;br /&gt;Como chuva com sol&lt;br /&gt;Atraente&lt;br /&gt;Como noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Somente para amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro como a abelha as flores&lt;br /&gt;Atraída pela beleza&lt;br /&gt;De suas pétalas multicores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-o na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Em meio aos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Venha preencher os meus dias&lt;br /&gt;Fazer alegres estes domingos tristonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;que seja deslumbrante&lt;br /&gt;Como a imensidão do mar&lt;br /&gt;Um que olhando em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Diga que sou dele&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que diriam as abelhas&lt;br /&gt;se não houvessem mais suas flores&lt;br /&gt;Ou os namorados&lt;br /&gt;sem as noites de luar?&lt;br /&gt;Para todos existem amores&lt;br /&gt;Quem realmente é feliz&lt;br /&gt;sem ter alguém para amar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-7854230569057701941?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7854230569057701941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=7854230569057701941' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/7854230569057701941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/7854230569057701941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/busca.html' title='Busca'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Ruwze105xfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Gv5Vcq2ZWGY/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-1242230555754775247</id><published>2007-09-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:13:10.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Olhos de amor</title><content type='html'>Serão os hormônios&lt;br /&gt;ou o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;que brigam dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;numa louca confusão?&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo coisas sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Ah melancolia!&lt;br /&gt;Por que ainda te sinto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorria para mim&lt;br /&gt;com esse sorriso&lt;br /&gt;que, por mais que procure,&lt;br /&gt;não conseguirei em outra face encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinha nesse quarto&lt;br /&gt;Escrevendo coisas sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando um olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Exclamo em meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e O pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;Onde está?&lt;br /&gt;Nesse transbordar de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;É tão difícil compreender&lt;br /&gt;Por que meus olhos já estão cansados&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo tentanto enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Sem, ao menos, poder ver&lt;br /&gt;Não que me falte a visão&lt;br /&gt;Não são desses olhos que desejo falar&lt;br /&gt;Queria mergulhar bem lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;No mar do amor poder nadar&lt;br /&gt;Saber o que afinal se sente&lt;br /&gt;Quando ao seu lado está&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que lhe completa&lt;br /&gt;E sem o qual lhe falta o ar&lt;br /&gt;Que quando lhe toca&lt;br /&gt;Então você pode vislumbrar&lt;br /&gt;a luz das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;o seu sorriso iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Segurar suas mãos de leve&lt;br /&gt;Como se o que existe de mais precioso&lt;br /&gt;somente nele pudesse, enfim, encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que enxerguem a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;e vejam o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Olhos de AMOR&lt;br /&gt;De um só amor&lt;br /&gt;Onde será que estão?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-1242230555754775247?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1242230555754775247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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só, pru compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há munto tempo o roçado&lt;br /&gt;já morreu insturricado&lt;br /&gt;já não sabe o que é pená!&lt;br /&gt;E a minha dô inda cava&lt;br /&gt;na cacimba do teu peito...&lt;br /&gt;E continua a cavá!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvGCciErjPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Qsq2_hgQouo/s1600-h/separadorosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112010478736608498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/RvGCciErjPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Qsq2_hgQouo/s400/separadorosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Rr9HpcZSBSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7yqIV0GtOK8/s1600-h/separador2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema de autoria de Catulo da Paixão Cearense (1863-1946)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Rr9HgsZSBRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8O7gTmsajE8/s1600-h/separador2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Canção</title><content type='html'>Se de todo a minha alma perdesse o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente morreria&lt;br /&gt;por consequência de seus sonhos não cantar&lt;br /&gt;óh alma minha&lt;br /&gt;Cada nota da sua canção&lt;br /&gt;Ora triste, ora alegre&lt;br /&gt;Destila o amor&lt;br /&gt;Seja verdade, seja ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Quando faz vibrar suas notas&lt;br /&gt;dentro do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Óh minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Comoves o coração&lt;br /&gt;E dessa forma&lt;br /&gt;Ele segue batendo&lt;br /&gt;Alimentado de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Cantando, vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Essa singular canção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-3405728713213459307?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' 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dia o sol nasce&lt;br /&gt;A esperança se renova&lt;br /&gt;Queira de todo coração&lt;br /&gt;E isso irá acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você chegou até aqui&lt;br /&gt;e ainda faltam muitos quilômetros&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que o corredor se supera&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que chega ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda falta muito, menina&lt;br /&gt;Enxugue seu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;não seja mais criança!&lt;br /&gt;Há algo em você&lt;br /&gt;que ninguém pode roubar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias o sol nasce&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que hoje as nuvens lhe impeçam de ver&lt;br /&gt;A esperança permanece&lt;br /&gt;Enxugue essas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Firme seus pés para correr&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o vento na estrada&lt;br /&gt;Há liberdade em você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra os seus braços&lt;br /&gt;Deixe seu corpo flutuar&lt;br /&gt;Voe, voe para além&lt;br /&gt;Veja seus sonhos se realizando&lt;br /&gt;Não foste feita para fracassar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo irá acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Seja firme, seja forte&lt;br /&gt;Há liberdade em você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-9172775863724739087?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9172775863724739087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=9172775863724739087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/9172775863724739087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/9172775863724739087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-8342450684892716555</id><published>2007-08-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:33:25.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ilusão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>Vestígios de uma paixão</title><content type='html'>Te procurei em muitos lugares&lt;br /&gt;Revirei o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Um a um, cada detalhe&lt;br /&gt;Transformei o seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;em fonte de inspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei em vários lugares&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar os seus vestígios&lt;br /&gt;Resquícios de uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Te descrevi em uma rima&lt;br /&gt;Para afastar a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Guardei-te em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;como um amor perfeito&lt;br /&gt;que alguns diriam: ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mal há em sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;posso navegar no infinito&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhar em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;me apaixonar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diria de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Quão tolo é seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a maior das tolices seja&lt;br /&gt;o sofrer de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Solidão, sentimento perverso&lt;br /&gt;Você não tomará esse coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois meu refúgio está nos versos&lt;br /&gt;Que descrevem minha paixão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-8342450684892716555?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8342450684892716555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8414590041292089278&amp;postID=8342450684892716555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/8342450684892716555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8414590041292089278/posts/default/8342450684892716555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furtadojoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/vestgios-de-uma-paixo.html' title='Vestígios de uma paixão'/><author><name>Joice Furtado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06605931670372914687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-7822939728201194926</id><published>2007-08-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:30:47.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descalço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>De pés descalços</title><content type='html'>Joana tem cheiro de flor&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a vejo no portão&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;Joana anda de pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana sonha com um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;e sempre fala em se casar&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai Joana, cheiro de flor&lt;br /&gt;Toda faceira pra passear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Joana você é jovem&lt;br /&gt;um grande amor vai encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;Toda chorosa, diz Joana&lt;br /&gt;Por quanto tempo vou esperar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai Joana, cheiro de flor&lt;br /&gt;O seu sorriso faz suspirar&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera, doce Joana&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor poder ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Seria feliz com minha Joana&lt;br /&gt;De alegria iria cantar&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai Joana, minha doce flor&lt;br /&gt;com os pés descalços,&lt;br /&gt;tralá, lá, lá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8414590041292089278-7822939728201194926?l=furtadojoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/TJO9P30qsyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/BztMDG9tDZw/S220/Foto-0606.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8414590041292089278.post-852481443389808539</id><published>2007-07-06T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:37:17.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Ro-I8qeBadI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lo8ordH4i-A/s1600-h/bld052518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084433080098318802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Ro-I8qeBadI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lo8ordH4i-A/s320/bld052518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXQwGEysRPo/Ro8JU6eBaaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fqE_Rv3N8Bo/s1600-h/foto09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecília fala de amores&lt;br /&gt;De pessoas que vem e que vão&lt;br /&gt;Em seu vestido as muitas cores&lt;br /&gt;ilustram as fantasias do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecília fala de amores&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca soube o que é amar&lt;br /&gt;Em seu sorriso, Cecília esconde&lt;br /&gt;a velha mágoa de esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue aquelas folhas Cecília&lt;br /&gt;pois o vento teima levar&lt;br /&gt;Óh vento, por que faz isso?&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que Cecília escreve&lt;br /&gt;fazem-me os sonhos regar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São suaves as tais palavras&lt;br /&gt;Mas com o vento não podem voar&lt;br /&gt;Guarde-as bem, doce Cecília&lt;br /&gt;Para dos seus amores poder lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Amores de ficção&lt;br /&gt;Porém de que vale a vida sem os amores?&lt;br /&gt;E para que um coração?&lt;br /&gt;Cante o amor sim, Cecília&lt;br /&gt;para não morrer de solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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