<?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-734774170328699249</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:14:38.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos... Jf. Barbosa</title><subtitle type='html'>Quando você muda sua mente, muda seu destino.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-254533404355812877</id><published>2011-08-03T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:11:46.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O limite da saudade..</title><content type='html'>Eu fiz de tudo..&lt;br /&gt;Me cansei,&lt;br /&gt;Chorei,&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi tantas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Senti tanta saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Fiz tantas promessas,&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhei até cansar,&lt;br /&gt;Fui pra tão longe o quanto pude,&lt;br /&gt;A ponto de não poder mais voltar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz de tudo..&lt;br /&gt;Até descobrir que minha falta era você,&lt;br /&gt;Até não poder fazer mais nada,&lt;br /&gt;Até não poder mais..&lt;br /&gt;A ponto de não poder mais voltar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-254533404355812877?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/254533404355812877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-limite-da-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/254533404355812877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/254533404355812877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-limite-da-saudade.html' title='O limite da saudade..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5978038714885675370</id><published>2011-06-06T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:57:45.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl In The Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/24BEnajC37w/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24BEnajC37w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24BEnajC37w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bela música regravada pelo City and Colours.. by Neil Young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5978038714885675370?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5978038714885675370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/06/cowgirl-in-sand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5978038714885675370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5978038714885675370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/06/cowgirl-in-sand.html' title='Cowgirl In The Sand'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5713062964565174309</id><published>2011-04-11T05:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T05:22:47.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estações</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:HyphenationZone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;É chegado o meu tempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tempo de outono, de inverno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As folhas caem como lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caem como a noite fria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como meu amor, minha alegria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;É tempo do passado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tempo de saudade, de lembranças..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Triste fim do romance de verão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ficaram os beijos perdidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o pedaço de algum coração..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em silêncio a chorar minha dor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Triste, frio e decadente amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao vento úmido da estação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Traga-me o perdão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E tira-me da minha escuridão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O luar ilumina meu cansaço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha dor a nunca parar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o tempo que vem depressa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A minha vida inteira devorar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E sem piedade tudo devastar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isso é tudo que sou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não é o tempo, nem o morrer das árvores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem o frio das noites, nem o fim dos amores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5713062964565174309?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5713062964565174309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/estacoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5713062964565174309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5713062964565174309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/estacoes.html' title='Estações'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-7349418935327990327</id><published>2011-01-21T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T02:24:00.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escuta minha verdade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Depois do passado a saudade sempre volta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;revolta, distorce, empurra, sufoca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;alma torta, sem jeito, embriagada e cansada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;sorrisos falsos, pessoas falsas e vidas mais ainda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;queria poder sei lá o que.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Correr, destruir, construir, sonhar ou apenas falar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não quero amor, não mais.. é como olhar para trás!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desejo, saudade.. medo, covardia e infidelidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somos meros devaneios infiéis e injustos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;sujos, feios, sem cor, de corpo moribundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ou pequenas feridas a cicatrizar neste podre e decadente mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-7349418935327990327?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7349418935327990327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/escuta-minha-verdade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7349418935327990327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7349418935327990327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/escuta-minha-verdade.html' title='Escuta minha verdade..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8087554371253595684</id><published>2010-12-02T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T03:23:35.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>Não vejo o futuro com otimismo,&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto vontade e nem saudade do que não vivi.&lt;br /&gt;O passado que me move para o abismo&lt;br /&gt;É o que tenho dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Meu cansaço, minha dor, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se perde no vazio,&lt;br /&gt;Assim os pensamentos mortos fluem&lt;br /&gt;Como almas penadas nesta terra sem perdão&lt;br /&gt;Como flores murchas em minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças dos sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos abraços,&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que acreditei morreu!&lt;br /&gt;E foi cruel, maldito amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o que restou,&lt;br /&gt;Pobre moribundo a desejar o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Não há esperança no coração de quem sofre&lt;br /&gt;Pois toda tristeza vem da morte&lt;br /&gt;Triste face fria e sem norte.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Nem esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Nem saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Nem lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;Nem amor,&lt;br /&gt;Vazio! É tudo o que restou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-8087554371253595684?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8087554371253595684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/vazio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8087554371253595684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8087554371253595684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/vazio.html' title='Vazio'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-6421809668260992930</id><published>2010-10-26T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:19:18.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio..!</title><content type='html'>Perdi-me no cansaço, nos dias, nas coisas fúteis da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir pra lugar nenhum com ninguém.. se for possível.&lt;br /&gt;Se não.. silêncio..! Por favor..&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ter que amar nada nem ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser esperado por toda vida. Não quero a volta, só a ida..&lt;br /&gt;Onde perdi minha liberdade? Se alguém roubou, devolva-me!&lt;br /&gt;Também não quero a morte, não ainda..&lt;br /&gt;Se não.. silêncio, mais uma vez..&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir meu pensamento.. ao menos ele sabe ao certo o que me dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Se não.. silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ficar quieto, e sem também nada ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-6421809668260992930?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6421809668260992930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/silencio.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6421809668260992930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6421809668260992930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/silencio.html' title='Silêncio..!'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-2149901843665763379</id><published>2010-09-06T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:38:15.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À mim..</title><content type='html'>Cansei-me, logo cedo ao amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;Que tristeza fria e cruel senti..&lt;br /&gt;E parece-me que foi a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Que perdi minha mocidade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta dor que sinto, conforto-me..&lt;br /&gt;Se a manhã chegou-me cedo,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo cansado, mas sem medo,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o alivio da morte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-me em silêncio fúnebre,&lt;br /&gt;Sem voz para gritar o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera..&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas noite escura e mito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À mim estes versos dediquei,&lt;br /&gt;Se amor.. só cansaço e dor..&lt;br /&gt;A este ser que guarda o rancor&lt;br /&gt;Sem vida e sem flor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera ser como alma&lt;br /&gt;A vagar com toda calma&lt;br /&gt;Ser leve, ser a cura..&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera.. ter em mim a vaidade&lt;br /&gt;E não ter tanta culpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-2149901843665763379?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2149901843665763379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2149901843665763379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2149901843665763379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/mim.html' title='À mim..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-1409134608922741800</id><published>2010-08-14T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:30:59.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Além dos dias..</title><content type='html'>Deparei-me com um dandelion que pairava pelo vento frio de inverno,&lt;br /&gt;Ao pensar no tempo da vida e na data dos dias..&lt;br /&gt;Até quando irei-me perguntar ao calendário?..&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a vida vai além do que posso ver,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vejo muito além do que possa existir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-1409134608922741800?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1409134608922741800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/alem-dos-dias.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1409134608922741800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1409134608922741800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/alem-dos-dias.html' title='Além dos dias..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5196413146286675256</id><published>2010-08-10T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T06:11:22.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enfim.. esta é a verdadeira tristeza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que acabou não volta mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que morreu terá que esperar outra vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o que ficou será para sempre isto..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me sinto frio e distante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em algum lugar do mundo será enterrado um corpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma alma moribunda espera o julgamento..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas ainda não,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meus pecados ainda estão vivos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha hora ainda não chegou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5196413146286675256?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5196413146286675256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/enfim.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5196413146286675256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5196413146286675256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/enfim.html' title='Enfim..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-51755377463166396</id><published>2010-07-01T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:40:46.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posso perguntar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque quando estamos felizes nunca pensamos na vida e nas coisas, sendo que quando estamos tristes sempre paramos para pensar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque nunca damos o devido valor a felicidade? Será que ela é tão comum que passa despercebida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque temos sempre que estar por baixo para querer estar por cima? Porque simplesmente não nos mantemos intactos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque perseguimos tanto o amor, ao invés que esperar que eles no tome por inteiro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque a tristeza é sempre a mais notada em nossa vidas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já percebeu que quando sorrimos não notamos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque damos tanto valor ao trabalho, se é este mesmo que nos consome grande parte da vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E pra que tanto dinheiro, se sempre queremos muito mais do que precisamos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque tanta fé e nenhuma obra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acha mesmo que seremos salvos pela graça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque tantas religiões também, para um Deus único?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque tanta história, se o presente e o futuro são as únicas coisas que teremos? Ou não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque tanta vontade de tudo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque o universo é infinito e nós não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E porque muitas perguntas não tem respostas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E porque também muitas respostas não são exatamente o que queremos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não é porque eu não sei responder, mas sim porque eu posso perguntar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que tem as respostas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-51755377463166396?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/51755377463166396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/posso-perguntar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/51755377463166396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/51755377463166396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/posso-perguntar.html' title='Posso perguntar?'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-6020948174866923752</id><published>2010-06-29T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:49:26.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Por que eu sou tão frio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Meu coração se sente doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;E dói quando eu falo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria entender o que penso e tento fazer com a vida.. será mesmo que este sou eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos estes erros? Toda essa culpa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque todas as palavras que eu tento dizer machucam a minha alma, e porque todos meus pensamentos me punem tanto assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria apenas por um instante estar distante de tudo isso, só para sentir um pouco de liberdade.. assim como costumava sentir quando dentro de mim você morreu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-6020948174866923752?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6020948174866923752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/distante.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6020948174866923752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6020948174866923752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/distante.html' title='Distante'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-4904163330027938876</id><published>2010-05-06T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:28:55.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma simples canção</title><content type='html'>Feche os olhos neste momento,&lt;br /&gt;Pense naquela canção que escrevi para você&lt;br /&gt;Com todos aqueles semitonados tons&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de um sorriso apenas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para o passado,&lt;br /&gt;Lembre de todas as cores que pintei,&lt;br /&gt;E logo em flores transformei&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que corriam no teu pálido rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pulei o mais alto que pude&lt;br /&gt;E peguei uma estrela para você&lt;br /&gt;Olhe como ela brilha amor,&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz o tempo todo, eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos neste momento,&lt;br /&gt;Pense naquela canção que escrevi para você&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz tudo isso sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;E é mais uma lembrança boa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se envergonhe do adeus,&lt;br /&gt;Ele vem pra todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Olhe amor, eu ainda te amo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre.. eu ainda te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria me lembrar dos lugares,&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta canção foi a ultima&lt;br /&gt;Agora é apenas a saudade e a memória&lt;br /&gt;O que eu tenho dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos neste momento,&lt;br /&gt;Pense naquela canção que escrevi para você&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz como eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo.. eu te amo.. eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-4904163330027938876?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4904163330027938876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-simples-cancao.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4904163330027938876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4904163330027938876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-simples-cancao.html' title='Uma simples canção'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3990069952973513178</id><published>2010-05-05T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T04:53:50.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensidade</title><content type='html'>Não se julga um por do sol pela simples beleza do ser,&lt;br /&gt;é o estar que  faz a diferença,&lt;br /&gt;assim como não se julga a felicidade por um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;tem  que ser feliz, e não apenas estar sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;tem que sentir a vida, e  não apenas estar vivo,&lt;br /&gt;ter o sol dentro de você, e não apenas vê-lo  sumindo no vazio...&lt;br /&gt;a vida se mede pela intensidade com que se vive, e  não pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;assim como o tempo só existe pra quem o tem,&lt;br /&gt;assim  como a morte pra quem a teme,&lt;br /&gt;como o fracasso pra quem desiste&lt;br /&gt;e o  fim pra quem deixa de ter fé.&lt;br /&gt;acredite em você e sinta a vida,&lt;br /&gt;sinta  a liberdade, o amor, a natureza, o prazer..&lt;br /&gt;sinta o por do sol e a  felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;sinta o possível e o impossível.&lt;br /&gt;você pode, você é a  razão de tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-3990069952973513178?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3990069952973513178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/intensidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3990069952973513178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3990069952973513178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/intensidade.html' title='Intensidade'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5210899230554765826</id><published>2010-04-07T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T05:52:57.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor não vive mais aqui</title><content type='html'>"Você me abandonou &lt;br /&gt;O amor não vive mais aqui &lt;br /&gt;Apenas um espaço em branco &lt;br /&gt;O amor não vive mais aqui &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você vivia dentro de mim &lt;br /&gt;Não havia nada que eu pudesse conceber &lt;br /&gt;Que você não faria por mim &lt;br /&gt;Os problemas pareciam tão distantes &lt;br /&gt;Você mudou isso rapidamente, baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não vive mais aqui &lt;br /&gt;Apenas o vazio e as memórias &lt;br /&gt;Do que nós tínhamos antes &lt;br /&gt;Você foi embora &lt;br /&gt;Achou outro lugar para ficar, outro lar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem fundo nos meus olhos &lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo pode ver a solidão dentro de mim &lt;br /&gt;Por que você teve que ir embora? &lt;br /&gt;Não sabia que eu sinto tanta a sua falta &lt;br /&gt;E que preciso do seu amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rose Royce - 1978)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5210899230554765826?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5210899230554765826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-amor-nao-vive-mais-aqui.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5210899230554765826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5210899230554765826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-amor-nao-vive-mais-aqui.html' title='O Amor não vive mais aqui'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3406049952429737139</id><published>2010-03-17T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T04:39:41.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu resto em mim.</title><content type='html'>Meus versos calados, tristes e moribundos&lt;br /&gt;Já não sentem mais minhas dores,&lt;br /&gt;Já não são mais grandes amores,&lt;br /&gt;E me deixaram as tristezas e rancores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos perdidos e desiludidos&lt;br /&gt;A espera da morte prometida&lt;br /&gt;Num desejo apenas de ida&lt;br /&gt;Sem pretensões de despedida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor que me traiu sorrateiramente&lt;br /&gt;Se nenhum remorso aparente&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-me o silêncio e matou a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de uma alma triste e vazia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se pudesse ter em mim a força da morte,&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria-te a própria sorte,&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo e sem norte,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, assim como eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-3406049952429737139?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3406049952429737139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-teu-resto-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3406049952429737139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3406049952429737139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-teu-resto-em-mim.html' title='O teu resto em mim.'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-6388244836204002665</id><published>2010-02-12T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:18:08.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for..</title><content type='html'>Tudo que foi dito soou como faca em minha carne.&lt;br /&gt;Eu precisava olhar em teus olhos e revelar minhas tristezas e angustias...&lt;br /&gt;Esperei pela sua mudança, pela sua escolha.. Esperei você mudar de direção e seguir meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Esperei a esperança surgir em alguma palavra ou o silencio tomar conta de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Esperei suas lágrimas secarem para poder dizer que te amava, sem saber o quanto você havia se quebrado por dentro, assim como naquele momento eu tentava juntar os cacos espalhados dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Esperei que minhas palavras fossem doces, como teu sorriso nas manhãs calmas e sonolentas, mas elas se comportaram como tempestade, como um pesadelo ruim..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que foi dito permaneceu no quarto por algum tempo, até quando a chuva parou alguma lágrima ainda molhava uma face triste e sem expressão.&lt;br /&gt;Agora espero que a vida tome seu rumo e que possamos ser felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Espero o seu sorriso mais lindo e a pureza de nossos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Espero deixar morrer todo esse passado e esta tristeza. Espero assim poder acreditar, antes que sobre apenas as lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-6388244836204002665?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6388244836204002665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6388244836204002665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6388244836204002665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for.html' title='Waiting for..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8607455767214990048</id><published>2010-01-27T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:26:44.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha metade de você</title><content type='html'>Assim, diante de qualquer circunstância, meio desatento a vida, em meio a devaneios e quimeras.. pobre coração triste e apaixonado, perdido sem motivos ou desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio, apenas o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;A ausência de alguém cictriza a saudade e a verdade. O mundo continua sempre o mesmo, mas as noites pálidas tornam as lágrimas muito mais salgadas...&lt;br /&gt;Desperto em mim o suicidio, vou aos poucos destruindo cada parte sem parte. E o que resta de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Uma metade sem metade, um amor sem amor.. eu sem você!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo, minha bela.. nenhuma palavra jamais diria o contrário desta afirmação...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou metade vazio e metade não..&amp;nbsp; essa que nunca fica vazia é você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-8607455767214990048?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8607455767214990048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-metade-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8607455767214990048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8607455767214990048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-metade-de-voce.html' title='Minha metade de você'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-4725229658353150536</id><published>2010-01-15T02:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:33:44.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu cansaço</title><content type='html'>Cansei-me dos dias, das ruas, das pessoas e dos sorrisos..&lt;br /&gt;De tantas sombras iguais a minha,&lt;br /&gt;De tantos sonhos iguais aos meus&lt;br /&gt;E de tantos corações iguais ao teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei-me das noites, das tristezas, das palavras e do vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Das horas longas e sem pudor,&lt;br /&gt;Dos momentos de suicídio e de temor&lt;br /&gt;E de todas as angustias do amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria deixar-me para trás,&lt;br /&gt;Longe de todas as capitais,&lt;br /&gt;De todos os carnavais,&lt;br /&gt;De todos os mortais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei-me de ser feliz por momentos,&lt;br /&gt;E busco minha eternidade sem lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois não quero mais ser quem sou&lt;br /&gt;E quero para mim todo o meu tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-4725229658353150536?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4725229658353150536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/meu-cansaco.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4725229658353150536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4725229658353150536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/meu-cansaco.html' title='Meu cansaço'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5992210904178679077</id><published>2009-11-30T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:41:37.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um coração de alguém</title><content type='html'>Talvez esta noite eu pudesse deixar a luz acesa,&lt;br /&gt;Meu medo é apenas o que me impulsiona para o abismo...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez as canções deixassem de ter o teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas trouxessem você de volta..&lt;br /&gt;O que uma saudade pode dizer ao coração?&lt;br /&gt;Somos apenas uma solidão esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;Nada além de nós habita uma alma vazia e triste..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez qualquer palavra seja suicida,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como eu... versos sem sentido, sem amor..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que me desperta é apenas um olho cansado e sem cor.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me falte teu sorriso esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;Ou aquela lembrança do que ainda não vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Do que ainda não falamos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos que ainda não tivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos beijos que ainda estão secos,&lt;br /&gt;Do aroma do perfume que está por vir,&lt;br /&gt;E das poesias que ainda não escrevi...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez teu vazio esteja enterrado nesta casa,&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas seja eu quem decidiu morrer quando você se foi...&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz falta.. seja você quem for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5992210904178679077?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5992210904178679077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-coracao-de-alguem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5992210904178679077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5992210904178679077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-coracao-de-alguem.html' title='Um coração de alguém'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-661649310237496115</id><published>2009-11-14T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:46:19.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAluno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS";	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:35.4pt;	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A noite chorou!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Triste e vazia, face escura e fria...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Como um espelho dentro de mim,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Gêmeas almas sem fim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Talvez vieste neste mundo para amar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas nenhum amor sonhou,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E neste mundo morreu sem gritar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;O que em mim restou... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A noite chorou!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dentro de mim, um vazio a calar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Na face pálida dum lago,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lágrimas tristes a soluçar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Talvez minha dor fosse esta,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Negra parte do fim da vida,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Noite sem fim e sem saída,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sou eu esta morte escondida...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-661649310237496115?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/661649310237496115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/noite.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/661649310237496115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/661649310237496115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/noite.html' title='A noite'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5185942042178767121</id><published>2009-11-11T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:16:44.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio...</title><content type='html'>Aos poucos o vazio se torna silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;As almas vão sumindo devagar, perdendo-se na vida,&lt;br /&gt;E esta, minha própria, ora inda, ora volta,&lt;br /&gt;Perde-se dentro de mim e o resto triste sobra...&lt;br /&gt;São sorrisos a deixar de existir,&lt;br /&gt;Horas sem tempo, tempo sem frase,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras retorcidas e mórbidas surgem de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Frágeis cristais sombrios ao por do sol...&lt;br /&gt;O que eram dias viraram séculos,&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro já não existe mais,&lt;br /&gt;Se dentro havia amor,&lt;br /&gt;Sumindo devagar ficou para trás...&lt;br /&gt;Meu silêncio devagar, fique quieto!&lt;br /&gt;Meu pranto a chorar e desgraçar,&lt;br /&gt;Um triste poeta sozinho ao mundo foi gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo em silêncio a soluçar,&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma que sozinha veio chorar&lt;br /&gt;E ao mundo uma tempestade inundar..&lt;br /&gt;Um coração sem cor e pudor,&lt;br /&gt;Que agora decide parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5185942042178767121?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5185942042178767121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/silencio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5185942042178767121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5185942042178767121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/silencio.html' title='Silêncio...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-4026734115775481913</id><published>2009-11-01T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:23:26.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lado a lado</title><content type='html'>Em meu caminho, todas as poesias se perdem,&lt;br /&gt;Você costuma ser discreta, mas tua sombra não.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-me em cada lembrança, em cada tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;Sem fé ou esperança eu deixei você para trás,&lt;br /&gt;Deixei minha alma em algum lugar do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu esqueci o teu rosto e minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu lado o vazio se torna imenso,&lt;br /&gt;Do tamanho da saudade da tua morte,&lt;br /&gt;Do tumulo que cavaste com meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Se me vir em teu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe para a tristeza que encontras,&lt;br /&gt;Nem me transforme em pedra,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas esqueça que a vida ainda te pertence,&lt;br /&gt;E seja uma qualquer, só isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-4026734115775481913?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4026734115775481913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/lado-lado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4026734115775481913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4026734115775481913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/11/lado-lado.html' title='Lado a lado'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3999685991213826211</id><published>2009-10-16T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:41:15.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tempo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Caluno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}p	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto;	margin-right:0cm;	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;	margin-left:0cm;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  Minha ausência se explica pela presença do vazio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de alguma inspiração, talvez até de mim mesmo..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que a tristeza seja real nisso tudo, eu apenas estou "do lado de fora"..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-3999685991213826211?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3999685991213826211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3999685991213826211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3999685991213826211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-tempo.html' title='Um tempo..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-1775561852372442701</id><published>2009-10-01T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T04:38:09.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em cada lembrança o suicídio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O inverno que nunca vai embora e a tristeza que parece estar viva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada espaço vazio é infinito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E em um canto qualquer uma alma pede perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quisera poder esquecer o passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E arrancar do meu peito o amor demoníaco que me destruía...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanta mentira havia no olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas quimeras tua alma alimentava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em sua putrefez jamais descobri tamanho rancor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou um resto de tempestade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O resto do tempo perdido por lamentos e fraqueza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu tivesse em mim a força da destruição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu&amp;nbsp;seja apenas um mórbido pesar entre os mundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu&amp;nbsp;poderia te matar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-1775561852372442701?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1775561852372442701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/10/vazio.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1775561852372442701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1775561852372442701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/10/vazio.html' title='Vazio'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-7488305468975167364</id><published>2009-09-24T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:13:32.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um detalhe.</title><content type='html'>Talvez eu tenha em meu peito uma vontade de gritar o infinito, mas eu nunca o fiz,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu tenha em meus pensamentos a vontade de esquecer, mas eu sempre lembro,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu tenha em meus sentimentos todas as palavras que me faltam, mas eu nunca as escrevo,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu tenha uma saudade que nunca sei o que é, mas eu nunca a deixo falar...&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas coisas que talvez eu tenha, eu nunca de fato mudei meus conceitos sobre a vida.. por isso tantos talvez me assombram...&lt;br /&gt;O medo, o escuro, a dor e a tristeza talvez apenas existam em quem alimenta tantas incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas com certeza hoje lhe digo, em meu peito agora grito para você ouvir;&lt;br /&gt;Em meu pensamento jamais te esquecerei;&lt;br /&gt;Em meus sentimentos a palavra mais clara é teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;E esta saudade agora é você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-7488305468975167364?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7488305468975167364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-detalhe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7488305468975167364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7488305468975167364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-detalhe.html' title='Um detalhe.'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5091918030377740658</id><published>2009-09-20T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:18:01.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O poeta..</title><content type='html'>O poeta é uma palavra perdida nas sobras do mundo que expressa uma vida de ilusões e sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;É uma lagrima fundida de enxofre e lava vulcânica,&lt;br /&gt;É uma alma penada sem destino ou céu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5091918030377740658?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5091918030377740658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-poeta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5091918030377740658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5091918030377740658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-poeta.html' title='O poeta..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-10858357951106729</id><published>2009-09-19T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:59:35.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A flor mais bela..</title><content type='html'>Florbela que nasce em palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Morre dentro de mim como um suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me os lamentos e as lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Todas minhas verdades sofridas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela de uma cor,&lt;br /&gt;A minha cor, pálida e fria,&lt;br /&gt;Minha flor linda, meu amor..&lt;br /&gt;Plantei em meu coração esta dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela do outono,&lt;br /&gt;Solitário tempo sem pudor,&lt;br /&gt;Que murcha meu sorriso lindo,&lt;br /&gt;Minha flor, meu esplendor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Florbela, meu amor..&lt;br /&gt;És a mais linda de todas as falas,&lt;br /&gt;De todos os tempos que embala,&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento e a poesia abstrata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera Florbela,&lt;br /&gt;Ter o infinito de tua alma&lt;br /&gt;E a inspiração de tanta calma,&lt;br /&gt;Para expressar minha dor e minha fala,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como me toca com tantas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-10858357951106729?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/10858357951106729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/flor-mais-bela.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/10858357951106729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/10858357951106729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/flor-mais-bela.html' title='A flor mais bela..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-1704712085914048339</id><published>2009-09-13T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:34:29.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A morte do passado..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muita coisa se perdeu lá atrás.. talvez nossos sonhos, nossos sorrisos, nossas vidas...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse a única coisa boa entre nós, a ausência da falta de verdade e das paredes de vidro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca acreditei que fosse eterno, mas sempre acreditei em vida após a morte, talvez seja por isso que eu a vejo tão claramente...&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que quando não tenho o que falar acabo desacreditando na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o silêncio expresse melhor a falta de luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-1704712085914048339?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1704712085914048339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/morte-do-passado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1704712085914048339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1704712085914048339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/morte-do-passado.html' title='A morte do passado..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-9093317106445630367</id><published>2009-09-08T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:31:11.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas Histórias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bem.. estou sem tempo para postar e com a cabeça fora de mim, portanto, estarei postando aqui algumas pequenas histórias que me fizeram pensar muito na vida ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;São pequenos slides que valem a pena ler!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;a style="font:14px Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif;color: #0000CC;display:block;margin:12px 0 3px 0;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideboom.com/presentations/94006/Ernani" title="Ernani"&gt;Ernani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" width="425" height="370" id="onlinePlayer"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.slideboom.com/player/player.swf?id_resource=94006"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="title=Ernani&amp;amp;url=http://www.slideboom.com/presentations/94006/Ernani&amp;amp;mode=0&amp;amp;idResource=94006&amp;amp;siteUrl=http://www.slideboom.com&amp;amp;embed=1&amp;amp;startAuto=0&amp;amp;autoReplay=0&amp;amp;autoOpenShareScreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.slideboom.com/player/player.swf?id_resource=94006" width="425" height="370" name="onlinePlayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="title=Ernani&amp;amp;url=http://www.slideboom.com/presentations/94006/Ernani&amp;amp;mode=0&amp;amp;idResource=94006&amp;amp;siteUrl=http://www.slideboom.com&amp;amp;embed=1&amp;amp;startAuto=0&amp;amp;autoReplay=0&amp;amp;autoOpenShareScreen=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"&gt;View &lt;a href="http://www.slideboom.com/" style="color: #0000CC;"&gt;more presentations&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.slideboom.com/upload" style="color: #0000CC;"&gt;Upload&lt;/a&gt; your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Até...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-9093317106445630367?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9093317106445630367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/algumas-historias.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/9093317106445630367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/9093317106445630367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/algumas-historias.html' title='Algumas Histórias...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-174631519279786267</id><published>2009-08-25T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:41:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:1;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  line-height:115%;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixe-me só com estas palavras, pois tua voz me soa como inquisição,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe qualquer lembrança se afogar em lágrimas vazias,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que a solidão te conceda a ultima dança,&lt;br /&gt;E o ultimo som fúnebre de teu mórbido corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o tempo andar sem sentido, pois não há sentido em meu pesar,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe que o julgamento seja em vão, pois não há tristeza sem escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;E qualquer luz que brote do âmago de minhas certezas,&lt;br /&gt;Já não merece uma alma desgraçada que não sabe o que é o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-174631519279786267?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/174631519279786267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/lamentos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/174631519279786267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/174631519279786267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/lamentos.html' title='Lamentos'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-929235910120891263</id><published>2009-08-23T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:42:10.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem sentido..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu queria ter a palavra que expressasse minha "morte" nesse momento...&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não quero sair para o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-929235910120891263?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/929235910120891263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-sentido.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/929235910120891263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/929235910120891263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-sentido.html' title='Sem sentido..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8714191285836155529</id><published>2009-08-17T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:41:40.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas do passado...</title><content type='html'>Algum sorriso se perdeu esta noite,&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Foi aquela lembrança a jamais me deixar,&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Foi a saudade que as paredes guardam&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em pequenos pedaços de velha pintura...&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Assim vejo-me envelhecer&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como quadros velhos e quadrados&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Já quase sem face ou saudade&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sem o tempo para lhe preservar..&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370893934101535970" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 131px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sok_k6xsHOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TJ3gP8KhMfI/s200/Sofrimento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lembro-me de tantas promessas&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Havia muita mentira em nossas palavras&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O que tínhamos além de nós mesmos&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Além dos medos do futuro e das pessoas&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do medo dos sonhos e da solidão..&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nunca pedi para acreditar em mim&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas eu nunca menti quando te amei,&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E meus pedaços por aqui caídos&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;São minha única verdade agora..&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu tento encontrar alguém&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que o tempo ainda não apagou&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alguém sem perfume e sem cor&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que possa entender um coração sem rumo&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E que encontre no vazio alguma esperança&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alguém que não se incomode com a tristeza&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que tenha para mim novas palavras&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que escreva um novo presente&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Para quem sabe ter algum futuro..&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu quero amar novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&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/734774170328699249-8714191285836155529?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8714191285836155529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/coisas-do-passado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8714191285836155529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8714191285836155529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/coisas-do-passado.html' title='Coisas do passado...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sok_k6xsHOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TJ3gP8KhMfI/s72-c/Sofrimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-7444455043200465257</id><published>2009-08-13T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:56:02.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre um coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nada melhor do que a certeza de poder contar com um par de ouvidos atenciosos, que estão dispostos a nos ouvir mesmo quando os olhos já dizem tudo! É nesse código que a amizade está!&lt;br /&gt;Faz a gente esquecer que a noite será longa, só por nos lembrar que o dia que vai nascer é cheio de esperança e possibilidades...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karol Caetano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não há certeza maior do que a continuidade da existência, seja ela feita de crença ou de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;De fato somos fadados a conhecer a tristeza, pois só assim poderíamos entender a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Somos marcados e moldados pelo amor, pois só assim poderíamos entender a poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca me diga qualquer sentido para entender tuas lágrimas. Não me faça querer te roubar para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia eu me transforme nelas, para que nunca mais sinta tristeza quando escorrerem em teu rosto. Talvez eu queira ser em ti um eterno sorriso de saudade e algumas palavras jamais ditas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-7444455043200465257?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7444455043200465257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/sobre-um-coracao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7444455043200465257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7444455043200465257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/sobre-um-coracao.html' title='Sobre um coração...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-142503563534983060</id><published>2009-08-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:56:19.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu queria mudar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nome, de cor, de endereço, de pensamento.. mudar meus sentimentos e minhas angustias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Queria mudar o norte, ser mais forte.. mudar o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; e o vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dar de espaço, desamarrar o cadarço, deixar o sério virar palhaço.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria mudar as letr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;as, a forma das palavras.. mudar cada pedaço de folha sem inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Queria mudar minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; visão, meu cansaço e meu sertão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Deixar o deserto virar bosque, pintar com cores mais fortes o cinza das cidades.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudar o poeta e o amor, dar menos forma a dor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudar a tristeza e a alma, aprender a entender a calma..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar a paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mudar a guerra, e o homem não mais a terra..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria mudar qualquer sentido sem sentido.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentido que muda o mundo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sentido que eu caminho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mudança do meu destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu escrevo o que serei, o que mudarei...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-142503563534983060?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/142503563534983060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/mudanca.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/142503563534983060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/142503563534983060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/mudanca.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-6127792298433547102</id><published>2009-08-08T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:42:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos em vão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Quero em mim um pensamento puro,  &lt;br /&gt;Feito do outono, em cores pálidas,   &lt;br /&gt;Feito de místicas palavras   &lt;br /&gt;De desejos e coisas raras...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Quero em mim a morte serena,  &lt;br /&gt;Em todas as inspirações terrenas,   &lt;br /&gt;O cansaço das palavras sem pudor   &lt;br /&gt;Aliviar minh'alma do rancor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Quero em mim a saudade eterna,  &lt;br /&gt;O amor em voz sussurrada,   &lt;br /&gt;Nas noites solitárias e nubladas   &lt;br /&gt;Deleitar-me aos encantos de minha amada...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Quero em mim uma fé desconhecida,  &lt;br /&gt;Não amarga da boca maldita,   &lt;br /&gt;Quero livros sagrados em branco,   &lt;br /&gt;Que levem pra longe o meu pranto...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Quero em mim qualquer paraíso,  &lt;br /&gt;Em chamas ou em campos floridos,   &lt;br /&gt;Qualquer esperança além dor,   &lt;br /&gt;Dias de calmaria e esplendor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O que quero senão a mim mesmo,  &lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra de despedida,   &lt;br /&gt;Uma vida longa e perdida,   &lt;br /&gt;Num mundo pequeno e infinito,   &lt;br /&gt;Apenas um poeta sem sentido...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-6127792298433547102?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6127792298433547102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensamentos-em-vao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6127792298433547102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6127792298433547102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensamentos-em-vao.html' title='Pensamentos em vão'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3264049362365599227</id><published>2009-08-03T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:27:36.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eco dos Meus Passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Venham a mim, os magos antigos&lt;br /&gt;Serenos, grisalhos e amigos&lt;br /&gt;Encantam-me a beleza do tempo das trevas&lt;br /&gt;Das mortes rezadas, serenas e eternas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguem-me os fantasmas do tempo &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SnbXp24ViBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/X5BXEKeu0SY/s1600-h/foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365713120164939794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SnbXp24ViBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/X5BXEKeu0SY/s200/foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do vento forte do norte,&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo dos séculos, minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Mais triste, perversa e forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num despertar sóbrio, meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Acorda ao amanhecer, calado e frio&lt;br /&gt;Nos tempos modernos e vazios,&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo ou destino, pecador maldito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezem por mim, almas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Esperem o despertar da noite sombria&lt;br /&gt;Será o retorno triunfal da vida,&lt;br /&gt;E a morte será reescrita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-3264049362365599227?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3264049362365599227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/eco-dos-meus-passos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3264049362365599227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3264049362365599227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/08/eco-dos-meus-passos.html' title='Eco dos Meus Passos'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SnbXp24ViBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/X5BXEKeu0SY/s72-c/foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-6073561139110002973</id><published>2009-07-28T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:04:53.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre eu e você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Faltará fôlego, eu sei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As palavras não se completam sem você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A vida não se faz justa sem os sorrisos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As cores vêm e vão nos teus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Os lábios aromados e macios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Intocáveis e impecáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A voz que grita sem falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Um suspiro inspira poesia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas que beleza guarda teu mistério?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O que seria poesia dentro de uma alma tão transparente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;E o poeta se perde ao encontrar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;E quebram-se os laços do tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uma tempestade sem chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Um furacão sem vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uma frase sem você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas me entenda; eu uma sombra qualquer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Um livro em branco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Um rosto sem face, o grito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mais um quadro no teto do seu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu posso ser uma lembrança sua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Estas lágrimas distantes e frias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ou aquela hora atrás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No reencontro de dois mundos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No silêncio mais intimo e profundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu quero ser um pouco de sua inspiração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;E das palavras que docemente escreve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Quero ser pra sempre o que sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O que você vê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-6073561139110002973?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6073561139110002973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sobre-eu-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6073561139110002973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6073561139110002973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sobre-eu-e-voce.html' title='Sobre eu e você.'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5744010264655491829</id><published>2009-07-27T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:18:47.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estas palavas e você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Um simples papel vira uma poesia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uma simples lembrança uma saudade eterna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Um simples sorriso a verdade escondida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uma simples palavra vira você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O que é simples não é a vida, são as almas ao se encontrarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Qualquer forma de criatividade ou religião é pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nada muda as formas e os lugares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nada muda a dor dos espinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nem a distância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas eu mudo meu pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ele vai sempre em você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;E tudo mais de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas só não fique em silêncio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ele não combina com a primavera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nem com a cor da tua pele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5744010264655491829?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5744010264655491829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/estas-palavas-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5744010264655491829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5744010264655491829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/estas-palavas-e-voce.html' title='Estas palavas e você.'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5271125594227961426</id><published>2009-07-25T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:19:46.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Infelizmente, estou de volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Aos meus amigos reservo um pouco da minha saudade e esperança deste lugar, do resto eu estou pronto para dar adeus para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Em breve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Passe tempo, seja rápido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5271125594227961426?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5271125594227961426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-volta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5271125594227961426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5271125594227961426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-volta.html' title='De volta...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-597392241759675203</id><published>2009-07-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:14:14.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360529870308388706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SmRthAeaL2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/m4elY--o_78/s200/DSC04465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Festival de inverno em Friburgo com Show da Vanessa da Mata, tudo de bom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pessoas agradáveis e muuuita musica.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu não quero voltar pra casaaaaaaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-597392241759675203?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/597392241759675203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/597392241759675203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/597392241759675203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/show.html' title='Show!'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SmRthAeaL2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/m4elY--o_78/s72-c/DSC04465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-2783110018484499376</id><published>2009-07-18T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:30:36.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero isso pro resto da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SmHqZc9sMfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Dr_UJwBwX5c/s1600-h/DSC04334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359822754540171762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SmHqZc9sMfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Dr_UJwBwX5c/s200/DSC04334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Realmente, a vida é muito mais do que imaginamos... os lugares, as pessoas, as coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Só não quero ter que acordar no meio da fumaça e das pessoas perdidas e confusas, mas eu sei que nada é tão verdadeiro assim, infelizmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E vamos curtir um show hoje em Friburgo.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-2783110018484499376?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2783110018484499376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/quero-isso-pro-resto-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2783110018484499376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2783110018484499376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/quero-isso-pro-resto-da-vida.html' title='Quero isso pro resto da vida...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SmHqZc9sMfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Dr_UJwBwX5c/s72-c/DSC04334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3078299049206538775</id><published>2009-07-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:45:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trajeto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SmCclMmPUmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IzDHFeQ0G08/s1600-h/ge+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359455719421596258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SmCclMmPUmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IzDHFeQ0G08/s200/ge+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;As distâncias tornam cada vez a natureza mais intocável e livre, assim como eu... e as surpresas não param por ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Ela" esta cada vez mais linda e eu mais apaixonado... (é a melhor parte boa disso tudo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não sinto saudade de casa, só pra constar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-3078299049206538775?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3078299049206538775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/trajeto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3078299049206538775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3078299049206538775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/trajeto.html' title='Trajeto...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SmCclMmPUmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IzDHFeQ0G08/s72-c/ge+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8023515969023536657</id><published>2009-07-16T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:53:46.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sossego...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sl8ioBRggwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KLOprnOazbU/s1600-h/DSC04205.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359040152526160642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sl8ioBRggwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KLOprnOazbU/s200/DSC04205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje foi o típico dia de tranquilidade e sossego... com aquele ar de "casa" e coisas comuns, mas novas amizades se mostraram gentis e confiáveis, e eu que sempre espero por isso fiquei feliz em continuar acreditando neste lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um beijo doce e inesquecível veio me dar boa noite e consigo despertar aquela velha e eterna saudade... "ela me faz tão bem..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fez frio no paraíso e os ventos são fortes... que clima agradável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Agora é sair e conhecer mais um pouco disso tudo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-8023515969023536657?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8023515969023536657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sossego.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8023515969023536657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8023515969023536657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sossego.html' title='Sossego...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sl8ioBRggwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KLOprnOazbU/s72-c/DSC04205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3268107861478718599</id><published>2009-07-15T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:17:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sl3y5nZ0E2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/KY0EQmeH2gg/s1600-h/DSC04192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358706203284476770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sl3y5nZ0E2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/KY0EQmeH2gg/s200/DSC04192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Enfim cheguei ao destino... uma viagem tranquila com uma deslumbrante paisagem verde e intacta.&lt;br /&gt;Neste caminho solitário passei pela cidade cinza, a qual não tem nada de maravilhosa e continua com um odor insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;Agora descanso tranquilamente onde a civilização ainda não destruiu o que a natureza construiu com tanto cuidado e dedicação... e a felicidade é parte constante disso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-3268107861478718599?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3268107861478718599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3268107861478718599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3268107861478718599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day.html' title='First day...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sl3y5nZ0E2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/KY0EQmeH2gg/s72-c/DSC04192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8479980776501405036</id><published>2009-07-05T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:18:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra bem longe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Vou sair do meu canto escuro.. ver o mundo de perto e esquecer as pessoas de "casa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Levo algumas boas lembranças e meus escritores preferidos. Deixo um rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SlFCuQ-VmRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VeEw2JwW4uw/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SlFCuQ-VmRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VeEw2JwW4uw/s200/chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355134794518075666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;o de saudade e um sorriso um tanto apagado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Na natureza a vida se transforma, muda o rumo das coisas e dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu estou indo para lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Por enquanto, adeus e não me esperem... eu sei que eu volto, mas não sei se a vida volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*imagem em homenagem a Christopher McCandless, Into in the Wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-8479980776501405036?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8479980776501405036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/pra-bem-longe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8479980776501405036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8479980776501405036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/07/pra-bem-longe.html' title='Pra bem longe..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SlFCuQ-VmRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VeEw2JwW4uw/s72-c/chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3776357087280625968</id><published>2009-06-25T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:40:44.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o fim</title><content type='html'>É por acreditar na vida que eu tenho esperança,&lt;br /&gt;É por acreditar na morte que alimento minha saudade de quem ela já levou,&lt;br /&gt;É por fim, chegar no fim e poder recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia uma luta intensa é travada dentro de nós. Porque abrir os olhos se estamos tão confortáveis de olhos fechados?&lt;br /&gt;Para que sentir frio se nosso corpo se aquece dentro de nós mesmos? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SkOoJH2iuGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZwoQyZVFqIM/s1600-h/fim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351305656926386274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SkOoJH2iuGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZwoQyZVFqIM/s200/fim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que encarar o mundo se ele vai nos engolir de todas as formas?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que do lado de lá poderia ter alguma explicação e talvez por isso ninguém voltou para nos contar, porque este é o segredo que mantém os dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui e lá se completam. Todas as formas de se buscar explicação é em vão, não existem palavras nem pensamentos, só os sentimentos expressão qualquer duvida deste enorme buraco entre a vida e a morte.&lt;br /&gt;E talvez por sentirmos tanto isso que sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se a vida sabe lá para onde, e ficam por aqui pedaços de corações em forma de saudade. Fica por aqui a fé vendida e imposta como medo e redenção. Fica por aqui a multidão perdida e triste, as lagrimas frias e mórbidas.&lt;br /&gt;É o temeroso ciclo da vida, onde não se tem ao certo o tempo de inicio ou fim, só a certeza de que em nossas mãos fluem tudo que temos agora, porque do resto só saberemos mais tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-3776357087280625968?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3776357087280625968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/sobre-o-fim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3776357087280625968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3776357087280625968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/sobre-o-fim.html' title='Sobre o fim'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SkOoJH2iuGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZwoQyZVFqIM/s72-c/fim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8091366901547630315</id><published>2009-06-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:11:34.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho Morto</title><content type='html'>Nosso sonho morreu. Devagarinho,&lt;br /&gt;Rezemos uma prece doce e triste&lt;br /&gt;Por alma desse sonho! Vá… baixinho…&lt;br /&gt;Por esse sonho, amor, que não existe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos encher-lhe o seu caixão dolente&lt;br /&gt;De roxas violetas; triste cor!&lt;br /&gt;Triste como ele, nascido ao sol poente,&lt;br /&gt;O nosso sonho… ai!… reza baixo… amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu que o mataste! E foi sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;Foi sorrindo e cantando alegremente,&lt;br /&gt;Que tu mataste o nosso sonho lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso sonho morreu… Reza mansinho…&lt;br /&gt;Ai, talvez que rezando, docemente,&lt;br /&gt;O nosso sonho acorde… mais baixinho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta poesia de Florbela retrata como nada minha alma, meu sonho morto e minha esperança jamais encontrada. Queria eu poder escrever tamanha perfeição, ou ter uma morte assim, mansinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-8091366901547630315?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8091366901547630315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonho-morto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8091366901547630315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8091366901547630315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/sonho-morto.html' title='Sonho Morto'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-7870722199286505992</id><published>2009-06-17T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:41:08.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferno!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje de longe foi um dos piores dias... uma merda, uma bosta!!&lt;br /&gt;Só para constar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-7870722199286505992?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7870722199286505992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/inferno.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7870722199286505992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7870722199286505992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/inferno.html' title='Inferno!!'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-9022712168152791012</id><published>2009-06-11T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:27:56.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade e Lembrança</title><content type='html'>Olhem para mim os olhos vivos,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos de quem ama e sente,&lt;br /&gt;Não os olhos da morte presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me quieto e frio,&lt;br /&gt;Como um negro e solitário anoitecer,&lt;br /&gt;Ao revelar a escuridão do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho em mim uma esperança perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Um coração a sofrer a despedida,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu temor, triste e esquecida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu cantar puro a soar aos teus ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças de minh'alma a sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor a nunca desistir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me num campo de lírios,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma dor a se recordar,&lt;br /&gt;Um triste camponês a descansar,&lt;br /&gt;E um poeta a se calar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-9022712168152791012?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9022712168152791012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudade-e-lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/9022712168152791012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/9022712168152791012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/saudade-e-lembrancas.html' title='Saudade e Lembrança'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-2078001748446814881</id><published>2009-06-04T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:46:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns, de novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais uma data comercial a se comemorar, mas um ano a se passar...&lt;br /&gt;Não nego que as mudanças são notáveis, não nego minha satisfação com a vida e tudo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Há um ano atrás eu escrevi exatamente neste mesmo espaço, onde sempre deixo um pouco de mim e de meus lamentos. Hoje escrevo novamente com a mesma intensidade e verdade, com tudo que tenho em mim e posso dizer com certeza (por mais que eu não acredite), eu estou bem mais feliz do que antes.&lt;br /&gt;Minha hipocrisia me afeta de forma incomum, eu nego muitas vezes o quanto posso ser feliz com o que tenho e sempre reclamo das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, não por comemorar um pouco mais a vida, mas sim por tratar com verdade meus sentimentos, vou deixar bem claro que estou Feliz e muito grato pelo que conquistei nestes últimos tempos. Estou feliz por tantos e tantos amigos que compões este cenário novo em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia escrever mil coisas a respeito disso, mas prefiro deixar apenas que as pessoas entendam que não é uma data que muda sua vida, nem mesmo que te deixa mais ou menos feliz, mas sim as pessoas que estão sempre presentes em nosso caminho, todos os dias, em todos os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faz 25 anos que eu apareci no mundo e exatamente agora faz um minuto que eu falei sobre felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parabéns para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-2078001748446814881?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2078001748446814881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-de-novo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2078001748446814881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2078001748446814881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-de-novo.html' title='Parabéns, de novo...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-7316510742250200893</id><published>2009-06-02T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:05:30.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;De longe uma aparência normal e simples se mistura no meio da multidão. Segue seu trabalho e sua rotina como se tudo estivesse em seu devido lugar, como se as coisas fossem certas e comuns.&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro um espaço vazio, um suicida compulsivo que destrói cada lembrança do seu dia como se tudo não importasse mais, como se nada fizesse sentido.&lt;br /&gt;As vozes enojam-me a paciência, as pessoas com seus falsos sorrisos e conselhos tirados de livros baratos de auto-ajuda, a fé mentirosa por trás dos bons modos me fazem vomitar desgosto e raiva.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SiVpo3FuvMI/AAAAAAAAATo/Eq8cOAve0bA/s200/sombra.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342792683648629954" /&gt;O amor que um dia acreditei morreu, foi bom saber que ele não valia nada e era só mais uma parte imunda de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Já me iludi demais, já fiz poesias, poemas... me rasguei falando de amor, mas para que? Desde quando eu acreditei nisso? Porque fui deixar minha vida tão jogada a outras pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;Penso em meus amigos, pessoas em que sempre confiei grande parte de minhas confissões. Será que alguém me entende?&lt;br /&gt;Já busquei para cada pensamento uma explicação, uma forma de entender tanta confusão em um mundo tão pequeno. Dentro de mim os sentimentos borbulham, a vida passa num segundo dentro de cada pergunta sem resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra de esperança me sussurra aos ouvidos. Uma tentativa de me manter vivo e acreditar na vida com algo importante, de mudar essa minha aparência cansada e descrente.&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo se mantém vivo embora minha alma esteja distante de mim. Uma chama apenas mostra o resto de uma existência mundana...&lt;br /&gt;Agora podem julgar, já abandonei essa idéia hipócrita da igualdade entre humanos.&lt;br /&gt;Amem quanto quiserem, tenham fé, esperança e acreditem na palavra daqueles que vendem essência religiosa para vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ao fechar os olhos se acostumem com o que verão, pois a verdade é um pouco mais fria do que costumamos sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que a morte vem no fim da vida, eu já penso que nascemos morrendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-7316510742250200893?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7316510742250200893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-sombra.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7316510742250200893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7316510742250200893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-sombra.html' title='Uma sombra'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SiVpo3FuvMI/AAAAAAAAATo/Eq8cOAve0bA/s72-c/sombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-402064731924851824</id><published>2009-05-18T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:01:45.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma musica triste é uma companhia a se notar.&lt;br /&gt;Meus sentimentos choram no compasso do fim do dia, e meu cansaço sem&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/ShIg6QjIM-I/AAAAAAAAATg/uU-ZDtP6S8U/s1600-h/anoitecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337364693634266082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/ShIg6QjIM-I/AAAAAAAAATg/uU-ZDtP6S8U/s200/anoitecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pre a me cansar... não me resta nada a lembrar, só uma saudade de não sei o que e nem porque.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os amigos se foram num piscar de olhos, mas não para sempre... é só mais um dia que se foi, mas tenho a certeza que com este muito de mim e de minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Estas pequenas palavras são o resto de um acordar cansado e triste que agora se põe novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Quisera alguem ser como eu, para entender meu apelo e me ligar neste momento só para dizer que tem alguem no mundo que ainda tem voz para alcançar uma alma perdida, pois minha voz não sai mais deste papel e deste quarto. Não agora, por enquanto este é o fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-402064731924851824?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/402064731924851824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-fim-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/402064731924851824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/402064731924851824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-fim-do-dia.html' title='O fim do dia'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/ShIg6QjIM-I/AAAAAAAAATg/uU-ZDtP6S8U/s72-c/anoitecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-1305190119108179064</id><published>2009-05-12T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:21:04.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caro amigo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nem sempre os deslizes da vida passarão despercebidos, nem sempre as pessoas atingidas cairão e se renderão e nunca as pessoas deixarão de te julgar pelos teus atos.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que sejam terríveis e eloqüentes, sempre teremos uma chance de mudar alguma coisa, seja com outro alguém ou consigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos o tempo todo à prova da vida, tentando nos fortalecer de alguma forma e tentando sempre errar menos, já que parece que o erro é algo tão vital quanto nossa própria existência.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa guerra entre o certo e o errado pessoa sofrem de ambos os lados, vo&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SgmhTof0mXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hWGcqWSnHV8/s1600-h/imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334972592257538418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SgmhTof0mXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hWGcqWSnHV8/s200/imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cê atira mas também cai, você se levanta e muitas vezes se vê levantando outras pessoas. Seria então um ato nobre?&lt;br /&gt;Penso que temos que descobrir por nós mesmos.. pedir perdão é sempre a parte mais difícil e afirmo, é realmente a parte mais nobre do ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;O perdão é pequeno, tem apenas 6 letras, mas seu impacto é de um cometa chocando-se um planeta e deste não resta sequer uma lembrança, assim como que pede se livra para sempre de um peso na consciência e salva também outra pessoa de uma mágoa profunda que de tempo em tempo irá corroê-la até não sobrar nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nisso você se faz forte, aprende a respeitar teus sentimentos e teus atos. Aprende que o erro existe com todas as pessoas, mas com os teus você já sabe como lhe dar. Aprende que quem te julga nunca foi capaz de fazer ao menos o mínimo que você faz e por isso te julga, pela incapacidade de ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que um sorriso pode salvar sua vida e deixar as noites voltarem a serem aconchegantes, e que seus pensamentos voltarão a ter inspiração novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Você entende que os amigos de verdade nas horas mais difíceis não estavam lá, e os que estavam não eram amigos de verdade, pois quando o chão desabou foi cada um por si e você se viu afundando sem uma mão amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Entende também que os amigos de verdade não estavam lá porque de alguma forma essa era a hora de você crescer sozinho, de você sentir o gosto amargo da derrota e do chão, mas logo percebeu que quando quis chorar seu amigo apareceu e te mostrou que não vale à pena sofrer por tão pouco e que a vida é muito mais que isso.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo de verdade não te julga, não te dá conselhos e nem te mostra o caminho, ele apenas anda com você e diz o tempo todo para você sempre saber... estou aqui e isso é o que importa!&lt;br /&gt;A vida é cheia de tudo isso, erros e acertos. É uma contagem infinita.&lt;br /&gt;Que você errou eu já sei, agora ta na hora de levantar a cabeça e concertar isso.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que o erro e o fracasso sejam maiores que você!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim você já venceu tudo isso.. não me decepcione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-1305190119108179064?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1305190119108179064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/caro-amigo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1305190119108179064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1305190119108179064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/caro-amigo.html' title='Caro amigo..'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SgmhTof0mXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hWGcqWSnHV8/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-7607831327370871149</id><published>2009-05-03T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:01:08.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meus passos largos e cansados de andar na direção contraria, meu cansaço de estar sempre do lado de fora e não conseguir entrar em minha vida, como eu seu fosse escritor de uma vida que não é minha e como se tudo sobre mim fosse nada.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez meus olhos sejam cegos e meu coração não passe de algo morto, talvez meu pensar seja um espaço vazio no infinito e minhas palavras sejam o vômito de um bêbado mendigo às três horas da madrugada buscando seu caminho de volta para casa.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os infernos em que já estive foram iguais, todas as pessoas sempre carregam a mesma maldade, a mesma alma escura e mal cheirosa e se acham no direito de terem algo além do que todos possam ter.&lt;br /&gt;Além da morte não existe paraíso, senão todos já estariam buscando isso, ou talvez saibam que não merecem de fato essa condição e continuam vivendo se espremendo no meio dessa multidão podre e sem amor.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia eu me mate para poder ver o que tem lá do outro l&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sf4hG7CVlBI/AAAAAAAAATI/zXZWSmqYA8E/s1600-h/pedacos-a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; float: right; height: 182px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331735411663672338" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sf4hG7CVlBI/AAAAAAAAATI/zXZWSmqYA8E/s200/pedacos-a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ado, e mate alguém para ser testemunha disso, se valer a pena estaremos salvos, se não, paciência, nem tudo pode ser tão real assim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a morte, este rosto feliz que me deparo ao adormecer... não, ela não é fria e nem feia, me parece linda como um sonho qualquer onde meu sorriso encontra alguma paz e minha vontade encara meu medo de não saber o que fazer diante de tanta confusão e quem sabe mentira, pois esta verdade ainda não estou preparado para ver, ainda não...&lt;br /&gt;Toda felicidade escondida em tanto tempo de historia, todas as vidas desperdiçadas por guerras e conflitos por poder em uma terra de ninguém, que um Deus colocou sob proteção do tempo e do destino, onde nenhum de nós fará parte e não existiremos enfim...&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão normal quando todos se igualam, quando todos têm medo das mesmas coisas e de nada sabemos além de nós mesmos, além das coisas que fazem parte do nosso pequeno mundo confuso e distante.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um louco, ouço musica quando choro, canto quando fecho os olhos e peço perdão quando deveria virar as coisas e ir embora e alguém sempre fica parado olhando, sentindo saudade e esperando alguma coisa de mim... não voltarei mais, eu não sou daqui, pertenço ao lado de lá e sei que muitos rostos reconhecerei, sei que faço parte de muita coisa e não apenas destas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-7607831327370871149?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7607831327370871149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedacos-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7607831327370871149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7607831327370871149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedacos-de-mim.html' title='Pedaços de Mim'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sf4hG7CVlBI/AAAAAAAAATI/zXZWSmqYA8E/s72-c/pedacos-a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8263104483351116113</id><published>2009-04-24T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:58:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vozes ao Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Minha tristeza, meu cansaço e pesar&lt;br /&gt;Eram companhia a nunca me deixar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nas finas areias da praia&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram soltas ao mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as lembranças que guardo no peito&lt;br /&gt;O calor que marcou meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Do vento ao norte que pedia pressa &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SfGlPU1l_II/AAAAAAAAAS4/5-_3lcx0jY8/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328221516866124930" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SfGlPU1l_II/AAAAAAAAAS4/5-_3lcx0jY8/s200/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fazia seu rosto num esboço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar para lá!&lt;br /&gt;Onde o tempo não existe&lt;br /&gt;Parado num mundo dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Presente numa beleza sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nas pedras minhas lágrimas ficaram,&lt;br /&gt;Em tuas lembranças frias,&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-me em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo dos calmos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha saudade é infinita&lt;br /&gt;Como o horizonte, como o entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Assim desejo ardentemente,&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma envelhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me vazio sem o mar&lt;br /&gt;E como o sol a se por bem longe,&lt;br /&gt;Espero um dia voltar,&lt;br /&gt;Onde desejo meu amor encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E lá para sempre ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-8263104483351116113?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8263104483351116113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/vozes-ao-mar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8263104483351116113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8263104483351116113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/vozes-ao-mar.html' title='Vozes ao Mar'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SfGlPU1l_II/AAAAAAAAAS4/5-_3lcx0jY8/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3825472044800708414</id><published>2009-04-09T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:18:27.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velhos Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Até agora, meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Julgava que os conhecia e entendia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que são senão sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;Rostos em máscara de carnaval,&lt;br /&gt;Faces de uma peça teatral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sd4ekXGDeXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FI_C4od7ARc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folhas secas ao vento do norte, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sd4ftpMY3EI/AAAAAAAAASY/lG49ou6LYMs/s1600-h/homem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322726678610893890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sd4ftpMY3EI/AAAAAAAAASY/lG49ou6LYMs/s200/homem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caíram sobre meu cansaço&lt;br /&gt;E meu pesar calado e sofrido,&lt;br /&gt;Diante à solidão, o vazio do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Fazem meu outono envelhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São noites os dias,&lt;br /&gt;E são tristes essas noites,&lt;br /&gt;Que minh’alma vaga enquanto durmo,&lt;br /&gt;Numa dor forte e sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho vago e profundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me, em meu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;Será que penso em mim? No que penso então?&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor que está distante,&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento mais íntimo,&lt;br /&gt;Minha solidão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fores para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Leve também estes pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Leve estes lamentos, estes sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois não há dor maior que a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;E alivio melhor do que o esquecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-3825472044800708414?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3825472044800708414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3825472044800708414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3825472044800708414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/04/lembrancas.html' title='Velhos Pensamentos'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sd4ftpMY3EI/AAAAAAAAASY/lG49ou6LYMs/s72-c/homem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-2720832739750015377</id><published>2009-03-30T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:59:43.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Qualquer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoje o tempo está fechado,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva vem distante e não sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Traz a solidão e a saudade... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SdF4QVQHnaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XIWMXmEix44/s1600-h/a_chuva_e_a_porta.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319164856879259042" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 181px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SdF4QVQHnaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XIWMXmEix44/s200/a_chuva_e_a_porta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu rosto faz forma e poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo cada traço das lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo se perde sem explicação...&lt;br /&gt;Das flores que se molham e se afogam,&lt;br /&gt;Das lágrimas que se confundem ao tocar o chão,&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras sussurradas em meio à multidão,&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que me faz falta deste passado,&lt;br /&gt;Das fotos que busco algum movimento inerte,&lt;br /&gt;E dos papéis de carta em branco...&lt;br /&gt;O amor se fez presente, se fez forte!&lt;br /&gt;Me fez acreditar que a chuva desenha um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Mas que as formas se confundem&lt;br /&gt;E teu rosto pode ter se perdido,&lt;br /&gt;E o amor pode ter outro sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-2720832739750015377?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2720832739750015377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-qualquer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2720832739750015377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2720832739750015377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-qualquer.html' title='Amor Qualquer'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SdF4QVQHnaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XIWMXmEix44/s72-c/a_chuva_e_a_porta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-230752250126492469</id><published>2009-03-26T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:37:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Parece que esta foi a ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não irei mais me levantar&lt;br /&gt;Meu cansaço é pesado e incômodo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais sentir frio nem medo...&lt;br /&gt;Quero que as vozes se calem por um instante&lt;br /&gt;Para eu ouvir em meu peito a vida tocar...&lt;br /&gt;O amor não me serviu de nada&lt;br /&gt;E dele a traição foi o que restou&lt;br /&gt;Vagando em minha mente inóspita &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sct2AQOvWDI/AAAAAAAAARw/qyT6ZcexsEg/s1600-h/escuridao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317473531769870386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sct2AQOvWDI/AAAAAAAAARw/qyT6ZcexsEg/s200/escuridao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em meu pedaço mais triste...&lt;br /&gt;Agora que tudo terminou, não me olhe diferente&lt;br /&gt;Não me aconselhe seus fracassos,&lt;br /&gt;Não me suje com teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me definir, não tente me ferir,&lt;br /&gt;E não ache que sua vida foi certa,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é tão bom assim,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas demoram aprender&lt;br /&gt;Que a crueldade é mais clara que a fé&lt;br /&gt;E que cada mal que nasce é um humano&lt;br /&gt;Assim como você, assim como nós!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia sua hora vai chegar e espero que você não feche os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Estou a um passo da loucura,&lt;br /&gt;Estou prestes a sumir deste lugar&lt;br /&gt;E apagar toda minha essência...&lt;br /&gt;Acostumar-me com a dor não foi fácil&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos não imaginam quanto um sorriso vale nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eles estão distantes, eles também se perderam...&lt;br /&gt;Cada ferida é imortal,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não há cura, não há redenção&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é pesado, é cruel e sádico&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei até onde ele vai,&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou ficando por aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Em mim mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo começou, onde tudo terminou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-230752250126492469?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/230752250126492469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/despedida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/230752250126492469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/230752250126492469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sct2AQOvWDI/AAAAAAAAARw/qyT6ZcexsEg/s72-c/escuridao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-2878001828659440471</id><published>2009-03-18T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:38:03.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Velhas fotos de nós dois, agora eu vejo...&lt;br /&gt;Elas borram a cada lágrima, elas perdem a aparência,&lt;br /&gt;Perdem os laços do passado e se jogam no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração cansado sente o vazio,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos trêmulas não mais a alcançam,&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco a cada instante todas nossas lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314691477719720098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/ScGTvZRHoKI/AAAAAAAAARo/W6K_39AgWAU/s200/Lagrimas_de_sangue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me joga em uma tempestade de pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou mais tão forte quanto costumava ser&lt;br /&gt;E meu rosto cansado e triste não engana mais ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vá esta noite, fique um pouco mais!&lt;br /&gt;Você me parece tão linda amor...&lt;br /&gt;Porque teu sorriso se esconde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sair não se esqueça de deixar a porta aberta,&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda não perdi o medo da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que virá a qualquer momento me tirar desta escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se ao meu lado, sorria, por favor...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei por todo esse tempo ser o que nunca fui&lt;br /&gt;Mas é hora de seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se puder esteja em meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te reconhecer em qualquer rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou esperar por você a cada despedia,&lt;br /&gt;Vou esperar até o fim desta vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se te amo ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero tocar teu rosto apenas mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja pra dizer o ultimo Adeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-2878001828659440471?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2878001828659440471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2878001828659440471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2878001828659440471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/lembrancas.html' title='Lembranças...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/ScGTvZRHoKI/AAAAAAAAARo/W6K_39AgWAU/s72-c/Lagrimas_de_sangue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3836325818651607603</id><published>2009-03-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:07:19.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sb6xX4vB_nI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hZn2HvnwGxk/s1600-h/viva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sb6xX4vB_nI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hZn2HvnwGxk/s200/viva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313879634268520050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Não permita que sua felicidade seja um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Que seu amor seja distante, que seu sorriso seja em preto e branco,&lt;br /&gt;Não permita que seu tempo seja contado, controlado, ou notado...&lt;br /&gt;Não olhe para as pessoas como os olhos, sinta as vibrações,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe nos olhos e busque a verdade então encontrará a alma...&lt;br /&gt;Ame sem buscar explicações, ame ser tentar entender,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas deixe acontecer e aproveite a oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;Porque se ficar para trás será morte,&lt;br /&gt;O passado é morte, a tristeza é morte, a solidão é morte!&lt;br /&gt;Então seja imortal em cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;E viva o que há pra viver,&lt;br /&gt;Se não puder, ao menos sorria para parecer verdadeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-3836325818651607603?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3836325818651607603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/viva.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3836325818651607603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3836325818651607603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/viva.html' title='Viva!'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/Sb6xX4vB_nI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hZn2HvnwGxk/s72-c/viva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-4418220527520422339</id><published>2009-03-12T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:53:26.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alivia-me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alivia-me a tristeza profunda,&lt;br /&gt;Meu ser, o ser de plutão,&lt;br /&gt;O planeta mais distante e frio,&lt;br /&gt;O meu infinito e sofrido coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia-me a dor e as lagrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Meus prantos, meus lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;As vozes do meu chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Do meu silencio a gritar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SbkGtjoHJKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rBisr0JqsNc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312284615187571874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SbkGtjoHJKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rBisr0JqsNc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia-me o desespero,&lt;br /&gt;O cair do abismo profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos fechados e moribundos,&lt;br /&gt;O cantar mórbido de defunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alivia-me as palavras vazias,&lt;br /&gt;A busca da liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;As correntes e as grades sem pudor,&lt;br /&gt;As mentiras e derrotas do amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia-me os falsos sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas e as desgraças,&lt;br /&gt;A falta de coragem,&lt;br /&gt;E a mediocridade dos covardes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia-me minh’alma,&lt;br /&gt;Este escritor falido,&lt;br /&gt;Este coração partido,&lt;br /&gt;E esta face sem sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia-me estas cores acinzentadas,&lt;br /&gt;Esta falta de inspiração,&lt;br /&gt;Esta mentira na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;E por fim, este pecado sem perdão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-4418220527520422339?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4418220527520422339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/alivia-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4418220527520422339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4418220527520422339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/alivia-me.html' title='Alivia-me!'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SbkGtjoHJKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rBisr0JqsNc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-188658732846177564</id><published>2009-03-07T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:30:48.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confissões</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Às vezes a vida se torna escura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O vento sopra na contramão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Seus amigos vêm e vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Como ondas no oceano, como a maré...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O sol brilha tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E o frio é companhia constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Se você sente, você paga o preço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E suas feridas parecem não curar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E tudo que você ama na vida começam a dar voltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Num eixo sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SbMs3VWgsSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_1iuITt2LyU/s1600-h/carta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310637714735935778" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 157px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SbMs3VWgsSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_1iuITt2LyU/s200/carta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tudo além de você te faz chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E a felicidade é desperdiçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas quando você deve se encontrar você se perde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Perde o caminho da verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E a estrada em que você viaja, leva a um beco sem saída...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Estive por vários dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tentando escrever minhas confissões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas parece que cada linha que escrevo é uma falha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pelo menos isso eu irei admitir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu não posso mais fugir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não vale a pena sofrer sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas cumprirei minha pena, eu vou ser forte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vou atravessar meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E esperarei para morrer antes de mentir para você novamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Todas as canções sobre nós ficarão em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu ouvirei meu coração desta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vou seguir meu amor onde for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E espero que a porta esteja aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu vou me apaixonar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meu coração vai se entregar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-188658732846177564?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/188658732846177564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/confissoes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/188658732846177564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/188658732846177564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/confissoes.html' title='Confissões'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SbMs3VWgsSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_1iuITt2LyU/s72-c/carta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-6255502522157370389</id><published>2009-03-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:56:08.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Adeus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt; Em meu peito as lembranças machucam,&lt;br /&gt;Parecem querer cair no esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como estas palavras e tudo mais de nós!&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração parece negro e frio&lt;br /&gt;Parece não ser eu,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que costumava sorrir e confundir a vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas hoje ela tem um só sentido, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SaqTvftzFUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/b05xV-tGsPs/s1600-h/triste-vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308217554986276162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SaqTvftzFUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/b05xV-tGsPs/s200/triste-vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo de coma, um poço profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Um abismo ou uma amnésia...&lt;br /&gt;Seriam estas as soluções para você sair de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas alimentar esta mágoa infinita que brota destes olhos fundos?&lt;br /&gt;De fato queria poder estar distante desta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Distante de tudo que me ligasse a este sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Distante de tudo que me ligasse a você!&lt;br /&gt;Meu anseio por silencio me sufoca,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sinto minhas lagrimas caírem...&lt;br /&gt;Só queria não mais escrever,&lt;br /&gt;Não mais falar, nem sentir, nem desejar...&lt;br /&gt;Queria não estar neste enterro,&lt;br /&gt;Onde jogo minha ultima flor,&lt;br /&gt;Minha ultima lembrança de você,&lt;br /&gt;Meu ultimo sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-6255502522157370389?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6255502522157370389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-adeus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6255502522157370389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6255502522157370389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-adeus.html' title='Um Adeus...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SaqTvftzFUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/b05xV-tGsPs/s72-c/triste-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-4610531644008171429</id><published>2009-01-30T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:40:13.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A cada palavra aqui lançada,&lt;br /&gt;Mostro minha putrefez,&lt;br /&gt;Meu desgosto por escrever,&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco dessa tristeza fértil&lt;br /&gt;Que no meu peito volta a nascer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fria e pesada minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Que neste momento cai desesperadamente,&lt;br /&gt;Neste poço profundo que criei dentro de mim, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297073149483527394" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 179px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SYL79uA5rOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OFtJxUIiJl0/s200/imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quimeras com rostos de pedra,&lt;br /&gt;Assombram meus sonhos sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vago noite adentro,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando algo distante,&lt;br /&gt;E minha única companhia certa&lt;br /&gt;É esta voz de um pensamento gritante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meu Deus... o que tenho comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Será este olhar sombrio,&lt;br /&gt;Ou este túmulo vazio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a vida parece um funeral,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as palavras estão vazias,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu peito é um abismo,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu me abandonei,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a vida fez outro sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-4610531644008171429?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4610531644008171429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4610531644008171429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4610531644008171429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SYL79uA5rOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OFtJxUIiJl0/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3413225851888906936</id><published>2009-01-24T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:23:58.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu tenho esse jeito,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXr6Bh5ErgI/AAAAAAAAANs/BhauPEmnt-c/s1600-h/649374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294819216112004610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXr6Bh5ErgI/AAAAAAAAANs/BhauPEmnt-c/s200/649374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jeito de mil coisas, mil formas e gestos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não tenho esta ou aquela face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sou o vento e o tempo, calmaria e tormento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tenho um sorriso ou não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma mentira apenas, um verbo sem conjugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um pensamento parado em vão, perdido em algum lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tenho este ou aquele amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma alma triste que ninguém notou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas tanto faz, tudo se foi, ninguém ficou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-3413225851888906936?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3413225851888906936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-algum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3413225851888906936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3413225851888906936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-algum.html' title='Sobre Alguém'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXr6Bh5ErgI/AAAAAAAAANs/BhauPEmnt-c/s72-c/649374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3265603985395901725</id><published>2009-01-17T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:11:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te amo! Meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era mais um dia comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O trajeto para casa, a condução, as pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu olhava pela janela, desatento ao que me rodeava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De longe as luzes quase se apagavam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escondias por entre prédios e árvores levemente tocadas por tons de cinza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De repente me veio aquele pensamento, aquele sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No alto a Lua brilhava, quase parecendo estar viva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu podia ver teus olhos me fitando, parados, arregalados e transparentes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXJjFGqgd2I/AAAAAAAAANY/kkUTdzZucKY/s1600-h/amor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292401451453151074" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXJjFGqgd2I/AAAAAAAAANY/kkUTdzZucKY/s200/amor.JPG" style="float: right; height: 142px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 158px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seguira todos meus mais instintos movimentos, quase podendo ver minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como pudera, num céu tão distante você estar tão perto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como pudera em tantos céus você estar exatamente no meu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como pudera eu vê-la tão perfeitamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então a saudade me tocou a pele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Senti um arrepio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ude sentir teu calor, teu cheiro e teu respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fechei os olhos e parecia não querer mais acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentira naquele momento uma eterna nostalgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um desejo incontrolável de saltar em teus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Segurei um sussurro, abri os olhos, e o que me restara foram apenas algumas palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te amo! Meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-3265603985395901725?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3265603985395901725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-te-amo-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3265603985395901725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3265603985395901725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-te-amo-meu-amor.html' title='Eu te amo! Meu amor...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXJjFGqgd2I/AAAAAAAAANY/kkUTdzZucKY/s72-c/amor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-6529833955993509200</id><published>2009-01-16T04:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:41:32.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diga-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me quanto tempo temos&lt;br /&gt;Até que nossos lábios sintam saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Até que nossos corpos esfriem,&lt;br /&gt;Até que a saudade volte a machucar&lt;br /&gt;Ou até que voltemos a nos falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me como posso te encontrar &lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanta confusão, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXB_8Eqh5tI/AAAAAAAAANI/eqc8OphN-Q4/s1600-h/diga-me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291870232181335762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXB_8Eqh5tI/AAAAAAAAANI/eqc8OphN-Q4/s200/diga-me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio dessa imensidão,&lt;br /&gt;De tanta gente sem perdão,&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo, sem coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que me espera&lt;br /&gt;Ou que ao menos ainda vive&lt;br /&gt;No meio destas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Ou em qualquer lembrança rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que me tens em teu peito&lt;br /&gt;E sem qualquer receio volte um passo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei no mesmo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;E sem ódio ou rancor&lt;br /&gt;Direi apenas que esperei,&lt;br /&gt;Novamente eu e você,&lt;br /&gt;Somente para te amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-6529833955993509200?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6529833955993509200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/diga-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6529833955993509200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6529833955993509200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/diga-me.html' title='Diga-me'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SXB_8Eqh5tI/AAAAAAAAANI/eqc8OphN-Q4/s72-c/diga-me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-4294736587506992815</id><published>2009-01-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:26:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW6ZtBy0LvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iEIlaVSloTE/s1600-h/morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291335611061645042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 147px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW6ZtBy0LvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iEIlaVSloTE/s200/morte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoje resolvi quebrar um pouco a rotina para falar sobre um assunto que se remói dentro de mim, e o que muito me faz companhia nos meus dias mais monótonos e que por fim às vezes aparece por entre minhas palavras... A MORTE!&lt;br /&gt;Minutos atrás fiquei sabendo de um suicídio... Um homem pouco conhecido por mim, mas muito conhecido por alguns amigos que carinhosamente o chamavam de Marcelo Crazy. U&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW6Y-fu4ItI/AAAAAAAAAMk/x1Rv2SxA9qY/s1600-h/morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m homem de vida comum que tivera grandes amigos e todos gostavam dele.&lt;br /&gt;Conheci pouco de sua vida e o que me lembro claramente era de sua banda, pois era cantor e vivia pela cidade a espalhar em seu nome o rock’n roll, que era um dos seus prazeres em vida.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto estranho ao escrever isso, pois parece que estou invadindo sua vida e sua morte, deixando apenas um breve comentário nada digno de sua grandeza, principalmente perante as pessoas que realmente o amavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW6X16lgaiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CjoR1G7XtPg/s1600-h/morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas é certo que neste momento ao meu lado também tenho um pequeno desconforto com isso tudo, pois enumeras vezes já me imaginei bem de frente a ela e o escuro que me caíra neste momento poderia descrever com uma única palavra... MEDO!&lt;br /&gt;Não por ser covarde, ou por ter verdadeiramente o medo da morte, mas por sentir tamanho calafrio quando me deparei com pensamentos e sentimentos tão mórbidos.&lt;br /&gt;É triste quando temos que aceitar esta indesejável criatura perambulando entre nós, ainda mais quando leva consigo alguém que amamos nesta terra, pois embora existam por ai algumas promessas a respeito de algo após esta vida, ainda sim me parece que não estamos preparados para deixar esta incomoda criatura nos tocar e apagar a chama de nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... o ultimo desejo que me resta por este comentário é que a fé que tentamos ter a cada dia tenha um pouco de verdade, para assim confortar aqueles que acreditam que este homem agora descansa em paz, e que fora levado para um lugar melhor, assim como nós esperamos um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou um poeta, mas ainda não aprendi falar sobre a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ela:&lt;br /&gt;“Você vai morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Isso preocupa você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Insisto – não tenha medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sou tudo, menos injusta.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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/734774170328699249-4294736587506992815?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4294736587506992815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-morte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4294736587506992815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4294736587506992815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-morte.html' title='Sobre a Morte'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW6ZtBy0LvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/iEIlaVSloTE/s72-c/morte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-4732179182542123337</id><published>2009-01-13T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:24:58.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Beijo tua boca com a mais pura poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas me perco quando o tempo pede pressa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando tudo acaba você sempre vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Com aquelas velhas lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Embrulhadas em papéis de cartas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW0wChzkhII/AAAAAAAAALc/ICrSY474Av8/s1600-h/poeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW0wChzkhII/AAAAAAAAALc/ICrSY474Av8/s200/poeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290937957222745218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E eu as guardarei debaixo dos meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Para estar sempre perto de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Porque sempre te perco quando abro os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E agora vivo assim, por ter deixado você partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Volte depressa, pois ainda há vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Já que esperei por você em toda despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E venha sorrindo meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pois assim te reconhecerei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E farei valer todas as promessas feitas antes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com meu amor que desde sempre lhe dei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-4732179182542123337?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4732179182542123337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/palavras-simples.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4732179182542123337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4732179182542123337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2009/01/palavras-simples.html' title='Palavras simples'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW0wChzkhII/AAAAAAAAALc/ICrSY474Av8/s72-c/poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-1361828611642021436</id><published>2008-12-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:56:46.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimo Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E longe eu via o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Fitado, calado, imune a todos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Meu pérfido coração não acreditara em teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento desenhava em tão suaves curvas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/ST6K1qjQJDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sjF6eBAAXEY/s1600-h/sonhoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277808467884647474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/ST6K1qjQJDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sjF6eBAAXEY/s200/sonhoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Era meu desalento que outrora me controlava&lt;br /&gt;E eu cada vez mais distante de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas que poder tem teu ser?&lt;br /&gt;Que prazer guarda este teu sorriso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-me em teus braços, minha doce amada...&lt;br /&gt;Agora que estás por perto, além te ti não penso mais em nada&lt;br /&gt;E tenho tanto a revelar sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas você será para sempre este pequeno e intimo sonho&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo que distantes,&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos lindos trazem-me a sofrida dor de uma saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa - Dedicado p/ Tamires Yoneda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-1361828611642021436?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1361828611642021436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/intimo-sonho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1361828611642021436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1361828611642021436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/12/intimo-sonho.html' title='Intimo Sonho'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/ST6K1qjQJDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/sjF6eBAAXEY/s72-c/sonhoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-873219447344198745</id><published>2008-10-30T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:41:28.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te Amo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu te amo como quem ama a primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;com todas as flores, aromas e sabores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Te amo como quem sente profundo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262925503796464594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SQmq3I0hy9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/SWKpMwELkuA/s200/rosanegra.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a lágrima da felicidade terrena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;no prazer mais intimo e oriundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Te amo como quem ouve uma sinfonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;fora de si, além do infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;na mais pura e bela sintonia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Te amo como quem escreve estas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;no mais elucido sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;como quem espera pra te ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;como se fosse o único momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-873219447344198745?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/873219447344198745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/873219447344198745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/873219447344198745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-te-amo.html' title='Eu te Amo!'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SQmq3I0hy9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/SWKpMwELkuA/s72-c/rosanegra.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-2112257412378244383</id><published>2008-09-19T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:40:29.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que será de mim, neste lúgubre inverno,&lt;br /&gt;se não tenho se quer teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;e que a morte me tenha, sem teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;ante este meu anseio...&lt;br /&gt;amar-te-ei por toda minha eternidade &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SNOPiXfFUWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0v1MgjYvqfM/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247695811399471458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SNOPiXfFUWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0v1MgjYvqfM/s200/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao escuro das minhas sombras&lt;br /&gt;que temo por solidão&lt;br /&gt;nesta ausência sofrida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;que me faz teu amor&lt;br /&gt;este, que me traz a vida&lt;br /&gt;que quanto mais longe sofrida,&lt;br /&gt;dividida pela distancia,&lt;br /&gt;quebrado vivo, não sei como&lt;br /&gt;sempre triste e sozinho&lt;br /&gt;para sempre no outono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-2112257412378244383?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2112257412378244383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sem-voc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2112257412378244383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2112257412378244383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sem-voc.html' title='Sem você'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SNOPiXfFUWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0v1MgjYvqfM/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-6716707933153511117</id><published>2008-09-11T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:49:41.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A razão que sinto é te amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;te culpar porque foste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e deixaste para trás todos meus sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;deixaste-me envelhecer e indagar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;deixaste comigo todos os perfumes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;todos os lugares e costumes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a razão que tenho é te procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;não para ficar ou te enlouquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;é trazer de volta o amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e a saudade do teu ser,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SMkhptRQdJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QSq8upxIoxM/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244760241459983506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SMkhptRQdJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QSq8upxIoxM/s200/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;é o que faz me perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;deixar me ver, te ver e te criar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ao longo das horas curtas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eu ainda poder respirar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a razão que perco é te sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;na tristeza da distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;fazer encurtar meu caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a minha vida e meu destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;porque te peço para estar, e não para fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;porque que sei que não fomos capazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;de nos manter apenas vivos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a razão que tive foi lhe escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;o resto daquele passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;que me deixastes como lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mas sem rumo ou esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e te quero apenas caladada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;do lado esquerdo da nossa cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e por fim poder acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sem chorar, sem me calar, sem me matar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-6716707933153511117?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6716707933153511117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/razo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6716707933153511117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/6716707933153511117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/09/razo.html' title='Razão'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SMkhptRQdJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QSq8upxIoxM/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-949388131076284635</id><published>2008-08-27T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:34:21.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SLVJftnZw9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QkjRsFKXdwQ/s1600-h/nada.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239174550685074386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SLVJftnZw9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QkjRsFKXdwQ/s200/nada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt; O que fui ontem, jamais serei hoje e se quer quero lembrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Já me decepcionei muito com as pessoas, mas sei que as decepcionei também. É tudo tão relativo, pq tudo acontece ao mesmo tempo e nem nos damos conta do que fazemos, falamos ou pensamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Muito me falaram de mudança, de crescimento, de planos... mas o engraçado é que a pessoa que mais lhe aconselha é aquela que menos faz o que fala e a que no fundo mais te decepcionou, pois vc acha que nela pode depositar toda sua vida e confiança e no fundo esta é nada além de palavras clichês, pq mesmo com tudo que diz ser verdade e o aconselha, jamais foi capaz de fazer ou mesmo ser... mas percebe que vc também não se saiu tão bem assim, e que aconselhou o que jamais vai conseguir ser, afinal, todo mundo erra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando a gente realmente muda, conseguimos ver as coisas com mais clareza e discernimento. A gente percebe que os lugares que costumávamos ir já não valem mais tanto a pena assim, descobre que nem todas as pessoas são tão agradáveis como costumavam ser, descobre que os amigos são tão mais importantes que antes, e que, estes surgem a todo tempo e se tornam tão mais amigos do que aqueles de longa data....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Descobre que não precisa mais dizer eu te amo para aquela pessoa, pq mesmo se ela não se importar mais, vc também não se importa, e que, mesmo apesar de ainda gostar tanto e aquilo ainda te machucar, certos sacrifícios não valem mais apena, pq em uma determinada época estes não foram suficientes e a pessoa jogou tudo fora por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Descobre que amadurecimento não tem a ver com abrir mão da sua vida pessoal, dos seus amigos, dos seus gostos... mas sim de entender melhor suas escolhas e decisões e estar sempre a frente e nunca esperar que as pessoas segurem sua barra, ai sim, quando aprender que no final vai ser vc contra vc mesmo, vai perceber o quanto cresceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Descobre que tudo que viveu jamais será esquecido e que foi a melhor época da sua vida, mesmo com todos os pesares... e que aquelas pessoas que fizeram parte são mais importantes do que imaginava e que lhe fazem falta e deixam um enorme vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vai deixar de viver o futuro, vai esquecer o passado e construir no presente tudo que precisa daqui pra frente, e mesmo que ninguém esteja com vc, ainda sim vai achar força em pessoas desconhecidas, pq mesmo estas serão tão importantes que jamais imaginou...&lt;br /&gt;Vai perceber que nem tudo se resolve num copo de bebida e que aquelas festas que costumava ir, hoje apenas servem de distração e não de desculpa para encobrir os problemas e erros, ou mesmo esquecê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Vai entender também que está só pq quer! Ou pq desperdiçou uma chance tão grande de ser feliz que hoje se arrepende de ter sido tão idiota e cego, e vai se arrepender também por ter insistido naquela pessoa que não lhe quis, e que agora sorri enquanto vc escreve todas estas palavras... E por falar em palavras, se arrepende também por todas as coisas que já disse ou escreveu sobre alguma determinada pessoa, e este sentimento é o que mais te perturba hoje e em dia, é realmente arrependimento pq o amor ainda existe e esta pessoa lhe faz falta e vc acabou por magoá-la com tantas palavras grosseiras e desnecessárias... se a gente pudesse voltar atrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quero que entenda também que é necessário as vezes estar triste, pq assim vai valorizar mais os momentos de alegria, e vai também começar a catalogar as pessoas que te fazem bem, pq assim vai sempre ter um mapa da felicidade e esta jamais lhe faltará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E por fim, vai esquecer que disse tudo isso enquanto estava triste e pensativo, e vai se lembrar de apenas uma frase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando vc muda sua mente, muda seu destino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E será um novo começo, e um pouco melhor que antes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-949388131076284635?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/949388131076284635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/949388131076284635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/949388131076284635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfil.html' title='Perfil'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SLVJftnZw9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QkjRsFKXdwQ/s72-c/nada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-7991852076215474539</id><published>2008-07-16T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T04:47:36.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por entre linhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por trás de tanta gentileza, desta amizade distinta, ainda existe um mundo...&lt;br /&gt;E assim não vou dizer que não te amo mais,&lt;br /&gt;Não vou negar minhas lembranças e pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;E nem vou julgar nossas decisões,&lt;br /&gt;Embora nossos mundos estejam tão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ainda guarda meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Assim como guardo tuas cartas,&lt;br /&gt;Como guardo tudo mais daquela época&lt;br /&gt;Onde anos e anos faziam sentido&lt;br /&gt;Agora nem um segundo se quer vejo passar...&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembro de ver você chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Nem de se arrepender de nada&lt;br /&gt;Então esta é a parte que me resta&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei por nós, há tanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora é hora de sermos iguais novamente&lt;br /&gt;E por entre estas linhas vou jogar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vou esquecer tudo sobre nós,&lt;br /&gt;E vou deixar uma lágrima cair&lt;br /&gt;Mas não minha, nunca mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&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/734774170328699249-7991852076215474539?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7991852076215474539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/por-entre-linhas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7991852076215474539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/7991852076215474539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/por-entre-linhas.html' title='Por entre linhas...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3867634681030083139</id><published>2008-07-08T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:02:58.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu quero amar, amar perdidamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amar só por amar: Aqui... além...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mais Esta e Aquela, a Outra e toda a gente&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SHNpQB0pavI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TwvKm2CK-dI/s1600-h/07-07-08_2245.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amar! Amar! E não amar ninguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Recordar? Esquecer? Indiferente!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Prender ou desprender? É mal? É bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quem disser que se pode amar alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Durante a vida inteira é porque mente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Há uma Primavera em cada vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;É preciso cantá-la assim florida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pois se Deus nos deu voz, foi pra cantar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E se um dia hei-de ser pó,cinza e nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Que seja a minha noite uma alvorada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Que me saiba perder... pra me encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&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/734774170328699249-3867634681030083139?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3867634681030083139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/amar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3867634681030083139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3867634681030083139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/amar.html' title='Amar!'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-1056674283624786918</id><published>2008-07-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:33:50.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes do fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu quero ter inspiração,&lt;br /&gt;Quero pensar distante,&lt;br /&gt;Além desta culpa, além de você!&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder escrever sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem tê-la sempre ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;E deixar tudo vazio&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo jeito que você deixou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SGo97GaAhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f2rS1ghi-P8/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218051203803415890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SGo97GaAhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f2rS1ghi-P8/s200/livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem qualquer culpa ou medo&lt;br /&gt;De me apaixonar novamente&lt;br /&gt;Ou me perder em outro coração,&lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar livre minhas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;E te esquecer na solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter novas palavras, novos sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar dos dias monótonos teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E lembrar por um instante que sem eles ainda vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Ter a certeza que a estrada é longa&lt;br /&gt;E que apenas deixamos de partilhá-la&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda temos muito que viver&lt;br /&gt;E nada que possa vir de você vai ser o fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu escolho como vou terminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-1056674283624786918?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1056674283624786918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/antes-do-fim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1056674283624786918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/1056674283624786918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/07/antes-do-fim.html' title='Antes do fim'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SGo97GaAhVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f2rS1ghi-P8/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-5878460636728973982</id><published>2008-06-19T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:40:08.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras Mortas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quero falar de tudo, e de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Jogar frases sem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Palavra sem palavra...&lt;br /&gt;Sem se quer quebrar o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Adiante vejo-me inquieto&lt;br /&gt;Solitário quimera,&lt;br /&gt;Acostuma-te à solidão dos teus versos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo que não era meu&lt;br /&gt;Fiz rasgar o vento&lt;br /&gt;Guardando tuas lagrimas no tempo... &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SFp3xNAhAnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/znPEAnMYn28/s1600-h/sp1sss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611205823890034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SFp3xNAhAnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/znPEAnMYn28/s200/sp1sss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrifiquei-me em vão&lt;br /&gt;Assombrado pelo perdão&lt;br /&gt;Desta mágoa triste, que nunca se apaga,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca tem fim, resto de praga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Noite longa e apavorante&lt;br /&gt;Que cai dentro desta sala&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim, dentro de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Um abismo sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;Um infinito no escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certifica-te de que estás vivo!&lt;br /&gt;E não ouves estas vozes,&lt;br /&gt;Que calada por terra mostra teus medos,&lt;br /&gt;Fascina o desconhecido, desperta o desejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não!&lt;br /&gt;Por entre estas linhas sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;Esta é minha voz, é meu pranto.&lt;br /&gt;Ser sombrio e errante&lt;br /&gt;Que a morte às espreitas carrega&lt;br /&gt;O resto do teu semblante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-5878460636728973982?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5878460636728973982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/palavras-mortas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5878460636728973982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/5878460636728973982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/palavras-mortas.html' title='Palavras Mortas'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SFp3xNAhAnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/znPEAnMYn28/s72-c/sp1sss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-210529354446792645</id><published>2008-06-16T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:14:11.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Estou um pouco longe dos dias calmos...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de me ver por fora,&lt;br /&gt;de ver o tamanho desta tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;de ver este sorriso sem graça,&lt;br /&gt;que outrora era a única coisa que me fazia acreditar em mim mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que isso vai passar... dexa o tempo acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;No mais, eu ainda tenho em quem pensar e isso me conforta um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-210529354446792645?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/210529354446792645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/210529354446792645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/210529354446792645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-628240751774128879</id><published>2008-06-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:29:06.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um poeta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Talvez o que tenho a dizer seja sobre você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ou sobre alguém, ou ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tenho medo de não te reconhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;de não saber, meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;em que rosto se esconde, qual é teu sabor&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SE6rRMYa2DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mgMAGnSXbFU/s1600-h/amorescrito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210290130784016434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SE6rRMYa2DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mgMAGnSXbFU/s200/amorescrito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;enquanto triste sou sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;em um pensamento faço chover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lágrimas distantes e frias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;que buscam teu ser a cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;e em cada gota que cai lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;desenho teu rosto desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;fico parado, sem rumo, frente ao vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;então se tens todas estas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mostre-me que não sou e vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;alguém que te espera com o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;que sabe falar de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mas que sem você fico sem cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;não sou mais que um poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;um simples escritor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf.Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-628240751774128879?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/628240751774128879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-poeta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/628240751774128879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/628240751774128879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-poeta.html' title='Um poeta...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SE6rRMYa2DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mgMAGnSXbFU/s72-c/amorescrito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8383126786407936665</id><published>2008-06-07T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:08:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Andei por muito tempo em solidã0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;buscando teus olhos na multidão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;olhos tristes e distantes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;que queimavam minha alma na escuridão&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu renunciei minha fé por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;quis ser o que nunca fui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixei o amor que sentia em teus braços&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e perdi o rumo que tracei com minha cruz&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEtZbSPc4XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fceiszvmgps/s1600-h/1143857443_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEtZbSPc4XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fceiszvmgps/s200/1143857443_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209355719272096114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;parti em pedaços os nomes dos meus amigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e abandonei meus melhores lugares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;achei e jamais ficaria sozinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas foi você quem me mostrou o vazio&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora, sem inspiração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;jogo minhas lágrimas ao vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e rasgo com meus pesadelos o tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixo-me fraco, jogado aos lamentos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu que sempre fui livre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;me vejo sem asas e triste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;um pouco menos que você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;um pouco melhor que nós&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo vagando sozinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas algo que ainda existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-8383126786407936665?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8383126786407936665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/solido.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8383126786407936665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8383126786407936665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEtZbSPc4XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fceiszvmgps/s72-c/1143857443_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8820636520136098042</id><published>2008-06-04T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:19:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEaV4ypHypI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZwvYp4OfuE0/s1600-h/vela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208014822000020114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="102" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEaV4ypHypI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZwvYp4OfuE0/s200/vela.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje, não sei porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;enquanto alguns festejam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eu, no entanto, não vejo muitos motivos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não me preocupo com o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ele passa para todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;todos ficamos velhos e chatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;muita coisa perde a graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;até eu mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Descobrimos novos valores, novos amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;a vida deixa de ser a mesma, sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e passamos a nos importar menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ou mais, se assim preferir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mas é isso... um ano mais velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;um ano mais triste, mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;um amor amais, um a menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mais uma data,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mais uma idade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mais uma chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;04/06/1984 - 04/06/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-8820636520136098042?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8820636520136098042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/feliz-aniversrio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8820636520136098042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8820636520136098042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/feliz-aniversrio.html' title='Feliz Aniversário!'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEaV4ypHypI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZwvYp4OfuE0/s72-c/vela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-8009953937313779966</id><published>2008-06-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:35:31.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem passado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Venho tentando entender&lt;br /&gt;desde que você partiu&lt;br /&gt;e levou grande parte do que sou &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEPo0ypHynI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zFn8XvT1O90/s1600-h/sempassado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas temos que encarar a verdade&lt;br /&gt;isso nunca foi o que queríamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas com o tempo você vai aprender&lt;br /&gt;que ameaças vazias não mais me dão medo&lt;br /&gt;e sei quão divertido foi fingir esse tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;por trás de falsos sorrisos eu envelheci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEPn9ypHylI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hmvrXpYsnjE/s1600-h/sempassado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;embora minhas lágrimas sempre caíram despercebidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEPo8ypHyoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AgmndCSCJiM/s1600-h/sempassado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207261725254470274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEPo8ypHyoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AgmndCSCJiM/s200/sempassado.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem se quer uma palavra restou&lt;br /&gt;do que dizíamos ser amor&lt;br /&gt;e agora isso é tudo que tenho&lt;br /&gt;apenas algumas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;e estas frases sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então tenha coragem e encare daqui pra frente&lt;br /&gt;não mais precisamos mentir&lt;br /&gt;embora nossos mundos vão se acabar&lt;br /&gt;tem tanta coisa esperando por nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho uma grande ferida em mim&lt;br /&gt;em meu coração ainda te tenho&lt;br /&gt;e espero algum dia poder me curar&lt;br /&gt;para deixar você seguir teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;e aprender que ainda me resta muito&lt;br /&gt;eu deixarei o passado morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/734774170328699249-8009953937313779966?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8009953937313779966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/sem-passado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8009953937313779966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/8009953937313779966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/sem-passado.html' title='Sem passado...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEPo8ypHyoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AgmndCSCJiM/s72-c/sempassado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-2416654015566656553</id><published>2008-06-01T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:14:44.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu posso estar preso no tempo, eu posso ser como o vento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;posso ser como o céu ou a terra,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;estar em paz ou em guerra,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;posso ser um deus qualquer dos tempos antigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca posso ser ouvido,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SELKxSpHykI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eYz8Vo3lbP8/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SELKxSpHykI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eYz8Vo3lbP8/s200/tristeza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206947067360430658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;posso ser uma esquina qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;onde passam vários pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;posso ser todos os rostos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou do amor perdido o desgosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;me encontrar em uma lágrima de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;onde sozinha se encontrava numa tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;alguém que deixei em lugar nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;num adeus onde prometemos ser sempre um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;posso estar entre estas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ou no beijo que te lembras com carinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;com o gosto do mais puro vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e nestas lembranças que guardas no teu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;farei em silêncio meu eterno leito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-2416654015566656553?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2416654015566656553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2416654015566656553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2416654015566656553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SELKxSpHykI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eYz8Vo3lbP8/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-2499207615902092561</id><published>2008-05-30T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:00:10.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Há tanto tempo, amor&lt;br /&gt;há tanto tempo não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;e meu pobre coração arrependido&lt;br /&gt;vive às sobras dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há tanto tempo, amor&lt;br /&gt;que não ouço tua voz&lt;br /&gt;se doce era teu cantar&lt;br /&gt;e sem este me ponho a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora o que sou, sem nome ou cor &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEB4oCpHyiI/AAAAAAAAADk/N7Mfp9PgxcY/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206293798539741730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEB4oCpHyiI/AAAAAAAAADk/N7Mfp9PgxcY/s200/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu, que vivia à te amar&lt;br /&gt;agora perdido vivo&lt;br /&gt;apenas à te esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traga-me teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;mostre-me o meu&lt;br /&gt;pois neste velho espelho triste&lt;br /&gt;já não mais sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há tanto tempo, amor&lt;br /&gt;que lhe escrevo em paixão&lt;br /&gt;que carrego esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;atormentando meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas há tanto tempo que quero fugir&lt;br /&gt;e você nem sabe, amor&lt;br /&gt;o que tenho à descobrir&lt;br /&gt;se em outras épocas fui feliz,&lt;br /&gt;ainda voltarei a sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-2499207615902092561?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2499207615902092561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/ao-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2499207615902092561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/2499207615902092561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/ao-meu-amor.html' title='Ao meu amor...'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SEB4oCpHyiI/AAAAAAAAADk/N7Mfp9PgxcY/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-3360284282346116239</id><published>2008-05-29T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:13:18.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrevi no blog de uma grande amiga... A/C Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SD9FbCpHyfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vZjkYvIRBLA/s1600-h/sonho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205956025131715058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SD9FbCpHyfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vZjkYvIRBLA/s200/sonho2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Escolhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu escolho a indecisão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;escolho a incerteza e a dúvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;as mesmas do destino e da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SD9FEipHyeI/AAAAAAAAADI/jOV62Z3gyQk/s1600-h/sonho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dos dias inquietos, dos dias de paz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dos amores e desamores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dos sorrisos e das lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;das noites frias e de angustia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;à espera de algo que sempre está distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eu escolho ser e não ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;escolho a não limitação das derrotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e das pessoas de alma pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dos sonhos feitos pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;que em um momento qualquer deixaram de existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eu escolho a mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;porque carrego tudo isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;e me completo em partes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;de tudo e todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;se no fim, apenas eu faço o que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eu escolho assim... eu sou um todo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&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/734774170328699249-3360284282346116239?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3360284282346116239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/escrevi-no-blog-de-uma-grande-amiga-ac.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3360284282346116239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/3360284282346116239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/escrevi-no-blog-de-uma-grande-amiga-ac.html' title='Escrevi no blog de uma grande amiga... A/C Carol'/><author><name>Jf. Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16141332658798391955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SW57w1ZkZJI/AAAAAAAAAME/8OlulIggmpA/S220/freedom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SD9FbCpHyfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vZjkYvIRBLA/s72-c/sonho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-734774170328699249.post-4006615795736906195</id><published>2008-05-29T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:21:33.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Todo inicio é fim &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SD8CjCpHycI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UW88nYQmEWg/s1600-h/sem_fim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205882495291607490" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZBbRM6JBhLg/SD8CjCpHycI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UW88nYQmEWg/s200/sem_fim.bmp" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;que começo escrevendo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e termino sem saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;que começo sem querer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e penso sem entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;todo inicio é fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;daqui até ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;de mim até Alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;da vida até além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;todo inicio é fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e vou escrevendo sem saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;um pouco mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;do inicio até o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Este é o espaço onde penso em voz alta... bem vindos aos meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um rapaz qualquer do mundo se confunde com tudo e todos, se torna tão comum quanto a vida e a morte.. prazer, Juliano de Faria Barbosa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jf. Barbosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/734774170328699249-4006615795736906195?l=jfbarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4006615795736906195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/inicio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4006615795736906195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/734774170328699249/posts/default/4006615795736906195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfbarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/05/inicio.html' title='Inicio'/><author><name>Jf. 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