<?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-8000728577461905892</id><updated>2011-12-10T09:49:41.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>certeza</title><subtitle type='html'>tem certeza?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-2195887032532656221</id><published>2011-12-10T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T09:49:41.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEnovo</title><content type='html'>mais uma vez, parece que agora foi certeiro&lt;br /&gt;a flecha que o cúpido lançou bateu direto&lt;br /&gt;fazia tempo que não era assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas vem agora a outra etapa&lt;br /&gt;a luta para conquistar o que é distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadar por um mar fundo e perigoso&lt;br /&gt;os olhos não enxergam quase nada&lt;br /&gt;a única coisa que me guia é um fio&lt;br /&gt;um pequeno e quase invisivel fio&lt;br /&gt;e é este fio que irá me conduzir&lt;br /&gt;até chegar no outro lado, na outra etapa&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez....&lt;br /&gt;tudo começa mais uma vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-2195887032532656221?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/2195887032532656221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=2195887032532656221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2195887032532656221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2195887032532656221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2011/12/denovo.html' title='DEnovo'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-2263009373254883056</id><published>2011-11-08T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:32:12.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mais uma vez nada aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez um engano&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;e quantas vezes forem necessárias&lt;br /&gt;até um dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dia do tremor, aquele dia que esquecerei até&lt;br /&gt;o meu nome&lt;br /&gt;e nem meu corpo sentirei mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aguardo sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;este dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-2263009373254883056?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/2263009373254883056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=2263009373254883056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2263009373254883056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2263009373254883056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-uma-vez-nada-aconteceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-1193929914857347303</id><published>2011-07-29T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:02:42.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lembra quando te disse pra sumir? pra nunca mais me procurar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disse que queria vc o mais longe de mim possível, o mais longe que conseguisse ir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que esquece o meu telefone, meu email, meu endereço, meu nome, a minha cara??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lembra???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disse que não te amava, que nunca tinha sido apaixonada por vc, que tinha te traído, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que vc foi uma aventura, só pra satisfazer meu prazer, disse tantas e tantas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pra te ver longe de mim, lembra??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pois é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;era tudo mentira....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-1193929914857347303?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/1193929914857347303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=1193929914857347303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/1193929914857347303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/1193929914857347303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2011/07/mentira.html' title='a mentira'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6566569376308451608</id><published>2011-07-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T08:52:42.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aquela paixão..........ainda</title><content type='html'>como chama esta sensação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é assim,&lt;br /&gt;eu olho a sua foto, eu penso em vc, eu desejo e anseio estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;chego a sentir o abraço, os seus braços em volta do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;a sua respiração ao meu ouvido, os lábios suavemente encostando em mim,&lt;br /&gt;sinto como se estivesse mesmo acontecendo um momento de pura paixão entre&lt;br /&gt;nós.&lt;br /&gt;quando acordo para a realidade, eu fico tonta, uma tontura quase me derruba,&lt;br /&gt;sinto uma dor na cabeça, atrás, minha cabeça parece que está sendo prensada&lt;br /&gt;fico tonta e quase caio, se caísse seria até melhor&lt;br /&gt;para me acordar para a realidade, que é não ter vc entre meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;a realidade não é sentir a sua respiração... na realidade eu não sei como é o seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;e daria tudo para saber que cheiro tem, pra saber como é o toque de suas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;saber em que sintonia estaremos um dia....&lt;br /&gt;mas acredito que nunca saberei as minhas respostas...&lt;br /&gt;me agarrarei eternamente nestas perguntas....&lt;br /&gt;e ficarei presa nos meus sonhos, na minha imaginação, enquanto&lt;br /&gt;vejo as suas fotos, aquelas me que deixam tonta, tonta de amor, paixão que arde...&lt;br /&gt;arde tanto, que me dá dor de cabeça, que prensa a minha cabeça, e me faz doer,&lt;br /&gt;dor de amor, dor de paixão louca nunca vivida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paixões nunca vividas são as piores, pq são perfeitas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até a próxima vertigem....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6566569376308451608?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6566569376308451608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6566569376308451608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6566569376308451608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6566569376308451608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2011/07/aquela-paixaoainda.html' title='aquela paixão..........ainda'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-8466228413006634083</id><published>2011-07-09T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T15:10:40.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adoro....um amor......inventado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sim, eu inventei este amor.&lt;br /&gt;Inventei e vivi cada momento dele,  tudo aqui dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventei o começo, o meio, e desenrolar dele e o fim.&lt;br /&gt;E agora sofro com o fim, porque para mim, esta paixão foi verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;e foi vivida tão intensamente, foi tudo tão lindo e perfeito. &lt;br /&gt;Foi ardente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ficava triste quando brigávamos, tudo por ciumês seu, mas era tão bom, quando&lt;br /&gt;fazíamos as pazes, você com aquele olhar triste, me pedindo desculpas pelos impulsos, e eu com todo o amor que tenho dentro de mim, apenas te abraçava como sinal de perdão.&lt;br /&gt;E então, nos amavámos, muito, por horas e horas...&lt;br /&gt;Adorava abrir os meus olhos logo de manhã e te ver, ou dormindo, ou levantando, mas te via, e meu coração saltava de tanta alegria de acordar ao seu lado. &lt;br /&gt;E o nosso fim, foi triste, porque ainda te amo, mas entendo que não dá mais, a distância estragará toda a magia que vivemos, prefiro ficar com as lembranças das nossas viagens, da gente na praia, das pequenas coisas, que eram tão importantes, prefiro guardar aqui dentro o seu olhar e o seu sorriso pra mim! &lt;br /&gt;E sofrer este fim, quem sabe um dia nos encontraremos, quem sabe um dia no encontramos na realidade, porque tudo isso aconteceu só dentro de mim, na forma como inventei este nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudo aqui...aqui dentro de mim. Mas foi.&lt;br /&gt;E foi ótimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-8466228413006634083?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/8466228413006634083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=8466228413006634083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8466228413006634083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8466228413006634083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2011/07/adoroum-amorinventado.html' title='adoro....um amor......inventado'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6243366105466222901</id><published>2011-07-07T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:53:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vou parar um pouco agora, refletir por uns minutos&lt;br /&gt;e tentar entender algo que se passa.&lt;br /&gt;vou lá do começo, do dia em que eu nem te notava e vc me comia com os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu até olhei, mas não me interessou mto&lt;br /&gt;depois que olhei pela segunda vez, foi como se tudo ficasse claro&lt;br /&gt;era vc q eu procurava, pronto, agora era só armar um meio de me aproximar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pronto, e agora?&lt;br /&gt;perdi, ou eu fiquei louca, ou vc que é....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....próxima paixão pra esta geminiana por favor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6243366105466222901?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6243366105466222901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6243366105466222901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6243366105466222901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6243366105466222901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2011/07/vou-parar-um-pouco-agora-refletir-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-7641108840261796295</id><published>2011-06-03T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:06:13.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oculto</title><content type='html'>um sofrimento oculto, nem sei se pode ser chamado assim&lt;br /&gt;é algo preso aqui dentro, é algo que não controlo&lt;br /&gt;é como se eu não tivesse te visto, é como se eu tivesse&lt;br /&gt;te reconhecido&lt;br /&gt;é estranho, mas é real, é algo preso aqui, no coração, nos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e eu de mãos atadas, fiz o que podia&lt;br /&gt;sem muitas certezas mas fiz&lt;br /&gt;agora espero&lt;br /&gt;espero não sofrer, mas isso é como se já estivesse preparado&lt;br /&gt;o resultado será certo&lt;br /&gt;duvidoso&lt;br /&gt;mas certo&lt;br /&gt;mas não irei continuar sem antes dizer tudo&lt;br /&gt;por mais louco que seja esta loucura, ela não ficará presa só em mim&lt;br /&gt;esperando talves chegar ao meu limite&lt;br /&gt;e ele está próximo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-7641108840261796295?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/7641108840261796295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=7641108840261796295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/7641108840261796295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/7641108840261796295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2011/06/oculto.html' title='oculto'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-746536206948708157</id><published>2011-01-17T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:01:03.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero-me</title><content type='html'>Espero-me aqui, porque ainda não cheguei&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu estou a espera de mim&lt;br /&gt;Estou organizando tudo para quando eu chegar,tudo já estará &lt;br /&gt;arrumado e pronto&lt;br /&gt;Não me demoro, até porque, tenho uma certa pressa em chegar&lt;br /&gt;Estou anciosa pra saber o que eu estou fazendo,&lt;br /&gt;se tudo o que planejei está sendo feito por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Organizo também os pensamentos porque eles sim é que precisam de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Logo chego até onde estou e ajeito tudo no meu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(escrito no Comboio de Lisboa a Sintra 11/01/11)&lt;div 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title='Espero-me'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-9197423588628955571</id><published>2010-12-26T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:45:49.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comer fotografias....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;	Tá mais fácil ganhar milhões de euros num jogo, do que te tirar do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;nem a distância me faz te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	E eu sei que mesmo estando de volta, você estaria longe, porque nunca se entregou pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Foi sempre uma eterna dúvida pra mim, a única certeza, é um amor, amor que se confunde com tudo, e eu não sei, e o medo de me entregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	De abrir tudo, de contar tudo, de colocar todas as cartas na mesa, de te contar cada detalhe desta paixão que eu nunca senti antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	E eu não sei lidar com isso, não consigo me livrar desta paixão, que já não sei mais nem o que é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Espero os dias frios passar, e enquanto não te tiro totalmente de mim, te tiro aos poucos nos braços de pessoas que não falam como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Continuo a enganar pessoas e a mim mesma em busca de nada, porque o que eu quero está do outro lado do mundo, mas também está aqui dentro, eternamente por enquanto em mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-9197423588628955571?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-7935522228755137707</id><published>2010-10-28T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:10:58.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o(s)  beijo(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os beijos do adeus, do até logo...os beijos que se combinaram para novos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encontros, o beijo da espera, o beijo que ainda tá guardado em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sei que depois dele tivemos outros beijos por cima, mas acredito no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inesquecível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e acredito na volta, para melhor beijar e sentir seus lábios presos ao meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8000728577461905892-7935522228755137707?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/7935522228755137707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=7935522228755137707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/7935522228755137707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/7935522228755137707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2010/10/os-beijos.html' title='o(s)  beijo(s)'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-8934078118914953032</id><published>2010-06-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:06:59.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>fico procurando em minha cama algum resquicío do seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;preciso saber se ficou algo ainda em mim&lt;br /&gt;pois não consigo por mais que tente, sentir saudades....&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias meus pensamentos são tomados por lembranças&lt;br /&gt;todos os momentos bons estão guardados em mim...&lt;br /&gt;mas fico na pergunta, se eu quero tudo de volta, ou se foram apenas algumas semanas&lt;br /&gt;boas de se viver ao lado de alguém que tinha tudo para ser especial.&lt;br /&gt;e foi...&lt;br /&gt;por pouco tempo, foi mto especial&lt;br /&gt;mas agora... por enquanto deixo as lembranças e procuro motivos para sentir saudades....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-8934078118914953032?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/8934078118914953032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=8934078118914953032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8934078118914953032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8934078118914953032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5891351824981034782</id><published>2010-05-21T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:07:29.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vejo uma bela moça que atravessa a rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penso comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"será que a amo? ou será que ela apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me encanta como uma linda obra de arte?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a resposta só saberei quando a tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando sentir seu rosto em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meus olhos nos olhos dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;só assim saberei se eu realmente a amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou não&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/8000728577461905892-5891351824981034782?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5891351824981034782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5891351824981034782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5891351824981034782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5891351824981034782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-3532059470138121739</id><published>2010-04-28T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:03:31.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a história de dois sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentimentos tortos que se cruzaram na hora errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um deles preso a uma antiga paixão incuravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o outro preso na descrença de ter algum tipo de paixão.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dois sentimentos que não conseguiram se entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;até tentaram lutar para ver se alguma coisa sairia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas parece que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sentimento se perdeu, se confundiu e resolveu ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agora nem o sentimento da amizade está mais presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pq as duas partes envolvidas confundiram tanto estes sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que ele fugiu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peraí....ainda dá tempo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vou correr atrás dele e trazer este sentimento de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antes de mais nada escolher um e buscá-lo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-3532059470138121739?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/3532059470138121739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=3532059470138121739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/3532059470138121739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/3532059470138121739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2010/04/historia-de-dois-sentimentos.html' title='a história de dois sentimentos'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-8888560313490791545</id><published>2010-04-06T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:45:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrir até qnd tudo está uma merda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tem gente que veio ao mundo para fazer a alegria dos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada como vc reparar nos olhos de alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada como ver e perceber nos olhos mesmo fundos de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma felicidade contida lá dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guardada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperando alguém que a buscasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que a levasse para fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um sorriso manso, daqueles que sai aos poucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a felicidade de ouvir este sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sorriso que torce o corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o sorriso que vem pra mim e me faz sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a felicidade é efêmera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não sei, mas é um estado de espirito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e enquanto eu puder manter este estado de espirito em modo ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu vou manter........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-8888560313490791545?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/8888560313490791545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=8888560313490791545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8888560313490791545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8888560313490791545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorrir-ate-qnd-tudo-esta-uma-merda.html' title='sorrir até qnd tudo está uma merda'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5891499615605867510</id><published>2010-03-26T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:35:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é impossivel que só eu sinta isso, que não tenha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do outro lado o mesmo sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como descobrir isso??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não são as respostas que movem o coração.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....são as perguntas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-5891499615605867510?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5891499615605867510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5891499615605867510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5891499615605867510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5891499615605867510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-impossivel-que-so-eu-sinta-isso-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6906819559113756520</id><published>2010-03-23T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:09:18.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coração bandido</title><content type='html'>porque eu? sética e sem vontade de amar, fui achada por uma paixão adolescente&lt;br /&gt;que estava perdida por aí, uma flecha que corria ao rumo do vento atirada por um cúpido&lt;br /&gt;desocupado, ou bêbado, ou talves um cúpido que bebeu todas no fim de semana e na sua ressaca de segunda feira lançou ao ar uma flecha......&lt;br /&gt;depois de rodar procurando algum idiota para parar a flecha caiu em mim, e quando acordei,&lt;br /&gt;percebi que algo errado irradiava meu coração...meus pensamentos.....&lt;br /&gt;algo novo, que não sentia a tempos...e que não queria sentir&lt;br /&gt;a paixão só é boa quando é reciproca, no meu caso, estou precisando lutar para conquistar&lt;br /&gt;e isso me deixa sem saber se vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;existe amor a segunda vista?&lt;br /&gt;alguém pode amar vc depois de algum tempo que te conhece?&lt;br /&gt;dormir gostando de uma pessoa e acordar gostando de outra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não são as respostas que movem o coração.....&lt;br /&gt;....são as perguntas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fim (por enquanto)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6906819559113756520?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6906819559113756520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6906819559113756520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6906819559113756520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6906819559113756520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2010/03/coracao-bandido.html' title='coração bandido'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-7605992302768721947</id><published>2009-12-14T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:49:23.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dor que não existe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diga, diga -me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;repita, repita-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me engula de uma só vez para não ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de me mastigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e assim, não faz sentir dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dor causada por algo natural e humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais humano do que natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas mesmo tendo boas explicações a dor é inevitável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pq ela existe mesmo eu sabendo que não foi proposital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo eu sabendo que eu mesma que domino a minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ela existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;existe e eu posso sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas por outro lado sei que passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que dura pouco....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pronto, passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;já ficou em meu passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olá, futuro, alguma dor prevista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquela dor que não existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que eu inventei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inventei pq eu mesma que criei e eu mesma me curei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-7605992302768721947?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/7605992302768721947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-3398370406387380461</id><published>2009-09-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:21:54.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.J</title><content type='html'>Ele Viveu e reviveu&lt;br /&gt;Ele aproveitou e aprovou&lt;br /&gt;Ele vendeu&lt;br /&gt;Ele dançou&lt;br /&gt;Ele cantou&lt;br /&gt;Das cinzas que já caiam sobre ele não o atingiram&lt;br /&gt;Levantou limpando os ombros da poeira acumulada&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo muitos acreditando, quem realmente o amava nunca duvidou que ele tinha alguma&lt;br /&gt;culpa, sua inocencia foi comprovada&lt;br /&gt;E ele estava pronto pra voltar e calar o mundo e mostrar que ele ainda era o Rei&lt;br /&gt;Agora ele se calou pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Não teve a chance de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Mas o mundo está aos seus pés reconhecendo quem ele foi&lt;br /&gt;Morre o homem nasce o lenda!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Michael!&lt;br /&gt;Você foi e continua sendo muito importante na minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-3398370406387380461?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/3398370406387380461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=3398370406387380461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/3398370406387380461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/3398370406387380461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/09/mj.html' title='M.J'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-8786346170527434159</id><published>2009-09-08T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:08:04.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DANÇANDO O SONHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conhecimento se expressa através da criação. O mundo em que vivemos é a dança do criador. Dançarinos vêm e vão num piscar de olhos, mas a dança sobrevive. Muitas vezes, enquanto danço, tenho sentido algo sagrado. Nestas horas, sinto meu espírito voar alto e se tornar parte integrante de tudo o que existe. Sou as estrelas e a lua. Sou o amado e o bem-amado. Sou a vitória e o vencedor. Sou o mestre e o escravo. Sou o cantor e a música. Sou o informante e o informado. Continuo dançando, logo esta é a eterna dança da criação. O criador e a criatura se unem num complexo de alegria. Continuo dançando... E dançando... E dançando até quando apenas existir... A DANÇA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-8786346170527434159?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/8786346170527434159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=8786346170527434159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8786346170527434159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8786346170527434159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancando-o-sonho-o-conhecimento-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5674271392102072026</id><published>2009-09-08T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:34:38.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viva</title><content type='html'>viva o amor incerto&lt;br /&gt;viva o sonho que não acabou&lt;br /&gt;viva os dias chorando, pra depois não sentir mais dor&lt;br /&gt;viva a esperança que tenho dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;viva os sonhos que alimentam minha vida&lt;br /&gt;viva minha coragem para enfrentar os medos&lt;br /&gt;viva o saber de pq estou assim&lt;br /&gt;viva a resolução de todos os problemas&lt;br /&gt;viva a medicina que nos cura&lt;br /&gt;viva nosso amor MAIOR  que nos cuida e não nos abandona&lt;br /&gt;viva meu dia de hoje&lt;br /&gt;e viva meus dias que virão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-5674271392102072026?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5674271392102072026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5674271392102072026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5674271392102072026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5674271392102072026'/><link rel='alternate' 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bold;"&gt;a boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o orgasmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o cigarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a desconfiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a aceitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e.......o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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nascer'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6922473652270003079</id><published>2009-06-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:01:06.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VT</title><content type='html'>o tesão&lt;br /&gt;a desconfiança&lt;br /&gt;o exame&lt;br /&gt;a certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dúvida&lt;br /&gt;a decisão&lt;br /&gt;a espera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6922473652270003079?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-615673050333626840</id><published>2009-06-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:47:49.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02/06/2005</title><content type='html'>procurando escritos antigos, me deparei com este....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nossa foto não está mais do lado da sua cama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as nossas vidas não são mais as mesmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nossa história mudou, a nossa amizade aumentou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossas vidas não se cruzam mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você não aceita mais o meu amor, eu não sei se soube te dar amor, você não aceita mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duas pessoas tão iguais, mas tão diferentes, e essa igualdade te assusta, como me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assusta as nossas diferenças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você não quer continuar a amar alguém tão igual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;igual de corpo, mas não tão igual de mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você me ensinou as fases de uma história, a paixão, o tesão, o desejo, o amor, o companherismo.... e nisso eu aprendi que mesmo quando uma história  chega ao fim ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não acaba e sim fica guardada no nosso corpo, na nossa, mente e também no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-615673050333626840?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/615673050333626840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=615673050333626840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/615673050333626840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/615673050333626840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/06/02062005.html' title='02/06/2005'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-3758689225603723096</id><published>2009-06-17T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:47:04.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o título fica pra próxima</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;quantas surpresas uma cidade me traz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mesmo depois de meses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;continua a me proporcionar surpresas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e das melhores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-3758689225603723096?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/3758689225603723096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=3758689225603723096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/3758689225603723096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/3758689225603723096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-titulo-fica-pra-proxima.html' title='o título fica pra próxima'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5425071984001611286</id><published>2009-06-17T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:13:44.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o nome de quem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;combinamos nomes e talvez os sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os olhares se cruzam poucas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o corpo fala por nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;senti algo estranho e agora procuro uma maneira de te dizer, de te fazer perceber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de te trazer entre meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de te abraçar, beijar por horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te proteger pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra sempre até o momento de você voltar e então saberemos o que vai acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-5425071984001611286?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5425071984001611286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5425071984001611286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5425071984001611286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5425071984001611286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-nome-de-quem.html' title='o nome de quem?'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-8023290620371411328</id><published>2009-05-11T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:27:13.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>os elementos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o vento sopra a terra que levanta poeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a poeira acaba no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o ar sustenta o fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que a água apaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas uma coisa é certa...o fogo não acende sem ar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-8023290620371411328?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/8023290620371411328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=8023290620371411328&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8023290620371411328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8023290620371411328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/05/os-elementos.html' title='os elementos'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-8135360973622000740</id><published>2009-04-09T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:52:39.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>se liga, se toca, me pega, me morde, me apalpa, me come, me tira, me joga,&lt;br /&gt;me consome, me diga tudo que se passa em sua cabeça....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to de saco cheio de olhar pro nada, de sentir o nada, de pensar em nada, o tempo passou e o que mudou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde ficou meu sonho? onde ficou meu amor? onde eu deixei ele passar?&lt;br /&gt;onde foi no meio da minha caminhada que eu perdi os meus sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;quantas pedras eu pulei?&lt;br /&gt;mas nenhuma foi suficiente para me brecar....&lt;br /&gt;pq ainda tem pingos de sonhos....e é neles que me seguro........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-8135360973622000740?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/8135360973622000740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=8135360973622000740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8135360973622000740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8135360973622000740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-liga-se-toca-me-pega-me-morde-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-4196037614563193248</id><published>2009-04-08T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:43:32.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nas madrugadas papos bons, nos sonhos, bons encontros...&lt;br /&gt;nos olhares paixão, no corpo tesão....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contando os muitos minutos que faltam para um dia isso voltar a acontecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-4196037614563193248?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/4196037614563193248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=4196037614563193248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/4196037614563193248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/4196037614563193248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/04/nas-madrugadas-papos-bons-nos-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6628794002977376611</id><published>2009-03-25T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:26:47.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sem título, pq não quero títulos hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vela tinha acabado de ser acendida, estava queimando devagar, com cuidados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuidados para não machucar, para ir com calma numa escuridão, que só a vela iluminava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque nenhum dos lados sabia o que poderia acontecer, quando o fim chegasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quando achava que o próximo passo poderia ser dado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando pensava que chegaria a hora de aumentar o fogo da vela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que o coração estava pronto pra uma nova emoção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando percebi que algumas borboletas já começavam a dançar no meu estômago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em sinal de positivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assopraram a vela....o encanto se apagou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e pra reacende-la..... ninguém sabe.... nem eu......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8000728577461905892-6628794002977376611?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6628794002977376611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6628794002977376611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6628794002977376611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6628794002977376611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem-titulo-pq-nao-quero-titulos-hoje.html' title='sem título, pq não quero títulos hoje'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5360798103454246415</id><published>2009-03-13T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:45:36.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Flor do Tejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Flor do Tejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagando pelo Tejo de longe eu vejo uma flor se aproximar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não consigo alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenho que pular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não sei se vale a pena aquela flor pegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É uma flor nova que precisa de tempo para desabrochar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretendo não pular agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhor não arriscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero o dia certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para te trazer pra perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e assim poder te cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8000728577461905892-5360798103454246415?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5360798103454246415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5360798103454246415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5360798103454246415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5360798103454246415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/03/flor-do-tejo.html' title='a Flor do Tejo'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-1300176935076144436</id><published>2009-03-13T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:35:20.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a flor viajada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Flor Viajada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor, que foi solta no mar do sudeste e foi parar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no nordeste e por lá ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora peço que o mar a guarde até que chegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o dia de eu buscar minha flor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e então, guardá - la e regá - la diariamente para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que ela dure...pelo menos...para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8000728577461905892-1300176935076144436?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/1300176935076144436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=1300176935076144436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/1300176935076144436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/1300176935076144436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/03/flor-viajada.html' title='a flor viajada'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-329487049691572217</id><published>2009-03-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:51:33.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para.....você....e para mim...</title><content type='html'>este texto eu escrevi exatamente&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no dia 25-01-99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 anos atrás, achei ele meio perdido entre minhas coisas e vou postar aqui, pq gostei.&lt;br /&gt;tá meio bobinho, mas dão um desconto, eu não tinha nem 18 anos ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que tentei entender durante todo esse tempo está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aparecendo agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É puro teu olhar, é profundo, enfeitiça-me com apenas um toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que arrepia meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhei para seu rosto sério, esperei que um sorriso, um sorriso lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que fez meu coração ficar feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um sorriso alegre, encantador, espontâneo, que me deu novas esperanças para ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atrás de seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fico observando com calma teus passos leves, seu corpo dançando, seus mais simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;movimentos, é isso que eu gosto de te observar, de ficar horas e horas imaginando o que está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fazendo, fico sonhando com o carinho, querendo sempre mais atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você está fazendo parte da minha vida, mesmo que não saiba, mas tenho certeza que a melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coisa que existe é o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O amor verdadeiro, em todos os momentos, em todas as atitudes, ele aparece e sempre faz alguém ser mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A alegria faz parte do amor, como o amor faz parte da alegria, e eu faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parte dos dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-329487049691572217?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/329487049691572217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=329487049691572217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/329487049691572217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/329487049691572217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/03/paravocee-para-mim.html' title='para.....você....e para mim...'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-2729984415151200853</id><published>2009-03-04T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:53:14.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...............as paixões da madrugada, os cantos proibidos, banheiros e parques,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tudo pra ficar na lembrança da cidade velha, que fica no velho continente e está cheia de amores jovens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...algumas paixões por lá ficaram, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma eu trouxe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas no coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e agora está num cantinho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Na beira do rio, o primeiro Beijo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pessoa, que sente as borboletas no estômago, sabe exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que aquele momento será eterno em minha lembrança"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-2729984415151200853?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/2729984415151200853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=2729984415151200853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2729984415151200853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2729984415151200853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/03/lisboa.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6163976116740537992</id><published>2009-03-02T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:59:39.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o desejo e o amor...</title><content type='html'>o amor se confunde com o desejo?&lt;br /&gt;o desejo vem primeiro, depois vem o amor?&lt;br /&gt;ou o amor e depois o desejo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os dois devem vir juntos, a gente ama e sente desejo&lt;br /&gt;desejo físico, aquele que queima&lt;br /&gt;o amor queima, o amor doi, o desejo faz parte do amor?&lt;br /&gt;mas, e qual vem primeiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero sentir seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;no meu pior momento&lt;br /&gt;na minha desilusão&lt;br /&gt;no meu sentimento de culpa&lt;br /&gt;na minha depressão&lt;br /&gt;no momento mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;no hora da sorte&lt;br /&gt;na hora que eu precisar&lt;br /&gt;no meio de uma briga&lt;br /&gt;no meio do desejo&lt;br /&gt;na hora que meu desejo terminar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6163976116740537992?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6163976116740537992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6163976116740537992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6163976116740537992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6163976116740537992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-desejo-e-o-amor.html' title='o desejo e o amor...'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-505444812734425875</id><published>2008-12-04T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:48:18.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quando a saudades aperta o coração&lt;br /&gt;o que nos resta é esperar ela desapertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem disse que saudades não doí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as vezes a dor é física....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e so nos resta esperar a dor passar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-505444812734425875?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/505444812734425875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=505444812734425875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/505444812734425875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/505444812734425875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2008/12/quando-saudades-aperta-o-corao-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6366268054403149017</id><published>2008-10-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:45:07.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Escucha a tu corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; sentir la verdad me fui para ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; usted está en todo momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; aprovechar las oportunidades que la vida te da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; antes de ir quejándose de todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mira a tu alrededor y tomar lo que es bueno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; mantener feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6366268054403149017?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6366268054403149017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6366268054403149017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6366268054403149017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6366268054403149017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2008/10/escucha-tu-corazn-sentir-la-verdad-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5935249787219698804</id><published>2008-10-08T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:14:39.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aqui ali ... ali aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;andando por entre prédios velhos e novos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vejo um mar logo a frente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou em direção dele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para não me perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas a direção que sigo está errada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não que eu não queira ir para o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;direção certa só saberei&lt;br /&gt;quando eu parar de procurá-la &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel....viajando no infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/SOzp-F3LPiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/HkIxeOya9xc/s1600-h/DSCN0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/SOzp-F3LPiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/HkIxeOya9xc/s200/DSCN0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254832118169288226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Raquel Etges - Lisboa 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-5935249787219698804?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/SOzp-F3LPiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/HkIxeOya9xc/s72-c/DSCN0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5871254822885458512</id><published>2008-09-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:50:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TREMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olhos nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corpos próximos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mãos querendo tocar-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pernas que se tocam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lábios que se movem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desejo que se aflora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o corpo fala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o corpo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o corpo quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o coração acelera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as borboletas dançam no estômago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as pernas tremem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os lábios de aproximam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os olhos estão próximos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a respiração aumenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os lábios se tocam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as línguas se misturam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e os olhos se fecham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as mãos se entrelaçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e os corpos se grudam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TREMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-5871254822885458512?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5871254822885458512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5871254822885458512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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em sua mesa, um homem se aproxima....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Oi! Tudo bem com você?&lt;br /&gt;_ Tava tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;_Tava? Mas porque?&lt;br /&gt;_ Porque eu tava pensando na minha vida, tava feliz, e to a fim de almoçar sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;_ Mesmo? Que solidão é essa?&lt;br /&gt;_ Não é solidão, só to a fim de ficar sozinha, se importa?&lt;br /&gt;_ Muito.&lt;br /&gt;_ Não entendi.&lt;br /&gt;_ Me importa muito deixar uma mulher de olhos tão lindos, nesta solidão sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;_ Já disse que não é solidão, será que você podia me deixar sozinha...espera, não o convidei pra sentar...&lt;br /&gt;_ Eu leio pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;__ Mas não foi isso que eu pensei.&lt;br /&gt;_ Mas vai pensar, posso almoçar com você?&lt;br /&gt;__ Não!&lt;br /&gt;__ Garçom...hum, deixa-me ver... lasanha de queijo... adoro... por favor, quero lasanha de queijo e um suco de laranja, não bebo dia de semana, obrigado. Então, como é mesmo seu nome?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;__ Espera... por que está se levantando? Aonde você vai?&lt;br /&gt;__ Mudar de mesa.&lt;br /&gt;_ Ótima idéia, esta aqui está embaixo do ar condicionado, esfria a comida.&lt;br /&gt;__ Não, eu quero me sentar sozinha, ouviu??__ Ouvi, tudo bem, eu fico aqui mesmo, gosto de ficar embaixo do ar condicionado, mas escuta...&lt;br /&gt;__ Fala.&lt;br /&gt;__ Você ainda vai voltar e dizer que me ama, e eu sou o homem da sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;pode ir , acho lindo mulher que coloca a bolsa no ombro e joga o cabelo toda putinha da vida....&lt;br /&gt;__ Escuta seu...&lt;br /&gt;__ Nossa!!! Achei que ia demorar mais pra voltar pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;__ Eu voltei pra dizer que você acabou de estragar meu almoço e o meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;__ Então me deixa consertar isso, sente-se aqui, eu pago seu almoço.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Você fuma?&lt;br /&gt;_ Olha aqui, você não desiste?&lt;br /&gt;__ O almoço tava bom? A lasanha de queijo estava divina!&lt;br /&gt;__ Sim, a minha lasanha também estava ótima.&lt;br /&gt;_ De queijo?&lt;br /&gt;__ O que?&lt;br /&gt;__ A lasanha?&lt;br /&gt;__ Sim.&lt;br /&gt;__ Pra você ver, somos parecidos.&lt;br /&gt;__ Como assim?&lt;br /&gt;__ Pedimos o mesmo prato sem combinar.&lt;br /&gt;_ É verdade.&lt;br /&gt;__ Você sorriu, que lindo seu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;__ Obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;__  Você fuma?&lt;br /&gt;__ Não, por quê?&lt;br /&gt;__ Ia te chamar pra tomar um café e fumar um cigarro, depois do almoço é bom. Apesar que eu não fumo...&lt;br /&gt;__ Aceito o café.&lt;br /&gt;_ No meu apartamento ou no seu?&lt;br /&gt;__ Quê !!??&lt;br /&gt;__ Brincadeira....nossa, agora seu sorriso ficou mais lindo, deu pra ver mais dentes...você já fez limpeza?&lt;br /&gt;__ Onde?&lt;br /&gt;__ Nos dentes?&lt;br /&gt;__ Sim, semana passada.&lt;br /&gt;__ Imaginei, sou dentista.&lt;br /&gt;__ Sou Advogada.&lt;br /&gt;__ Interessante.&lt;br /&gt;__ Vamos tomar o café?&lt;br /&gt;__ Vamos...&lt;br /&gt;__ Você é até legal.&lt;br /&gt;__ Gostei do até...&lt;br /&gt;__ Desculpe, é que me encheu mais cedo.&lt;br /&gt;__ Estou me redimindo, me desculpe?&lt;br /&gt;__ Sim, no seu apartamento ou no meu?&lt;br /&gt;__ Moro em casa .&lt;br /&gt;__ Poder ser.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-9174471528188252678?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/9174471528188252678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=9174471528188252678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/9174471528188252678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/9174471528188252678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-seu-apartamento-ou-no-meu.html' title='No seu apartamento ou no meu?'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-2324726906664792646</id><published>2008-08-06T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:09:44.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IR AO BANCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Um dia normal, se não fosse um detalhe: ter que ir ao banco.&lt;br /&gt;Só a frase ir ao banco, já é chata, imagina ir mesmo ao banco?&lt;br /&gt;É um saco, saco sem fim, saco grande, pesado, cabeludo, saco com hérnia.&lt;br /&gt;Hérnia que nem o personagem do Gabriel Garcia Marques no livro “O Outono do Patriarca” , o cara levava sua hérnia num carrinho de mão. Pois é, viagem né? Leia e verá.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, vamos ao banco.&lt;br /&gt;Chego e não tenho a mínima idéia de onde vou. Aí procuro alguém que usa aquela blusa: “posso ajudar?” geralmente eles ajudam quem não precisa, porque toda vez que precisei de um desses infelizes não achei.&lt;br /&gt;Olho pra porta giratória, deixo chaves, celular, arma, faca, tudo que tenho na bolsa naquela caixinha ao lado. Vou atravessar a porta com o coração acelerado, já com vergonha se caso ela travar e apitar, gritando: ladrãoooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aí é aquela merda, todos olham, os que estão atrás ficam putos porque tem horário, e você ta ali impedindo a entrada deles. O guarda te olha com um olhar irônico, dá a impressão que eles ficam ali em pé o dia todo torcendo pra gente ser barrada na porta, deve ser o único divertimento deles. &lt;br /&gt;E sempre entro com o nariz empinado, com ar superior, tipo querendo dizer: “to limpa! Sou rica e vim movimentar milhões neste banquinho tupiniquim de quinta.“&lt;br /&gt;Quando atravesso a porta e ela não apita é um alívio, o coração desacelera, paro de tremer.&lt;br /&gt;Bem uma vez dentro, beleza, aí outro dilema, voltando aos “posso ajudar?” não encontro nenhum, vou ao guarda, quero ir mudar o cartão de crédito, onde vou? Eles claro, não sabem de porra nenhuma, mas não vão assumir isso, então mandam você pra máquina de tirar senha e dizem pra você ir pro primeiro andar e esperar sua senha. OK, vamos lá.&lt;br /&gt;Minha senha é 1.415 e ainda está na 315. Ótimo, não tenho nada pra fazer, vamos esperar né, sento bonitinha numas cadeiras ruins, e fico olhando ora pro painel de senhas que não se mexe, ora olho pra TV que fica no MUDO e passando filme da sessão da tarde, imagina, aqueles filminhos da sessão da tarde já são um saco dublados, imagine no mudo? Não estamos mais nos anos 80 onde a gente assistia, Os Gunnes, Lagoa Azul (que passa ainda, pelo menos uma vez por mês na sessão da tarde), Curtindo a vida Adoidado....&lt;br /&gt;Hoje os filmes são com a Britney Spiers.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, estamos aí, ou melhor, lá sentada, esperando, a senha chama, você torce pra pessoa ter desistido e passar logo a senha dela. Mas não, os brasileiros não desistem nunca, e a pessoa levanta correndo, quando está meio distraída saí segurando a bolsa na perna, celular na mão, papel, e saí correndo pra não perder o lugar. Como se o atendente esperasse 1 segundo só.&lt;br /&gt;Três horas depois chega a senha 1.414, eu já arrumo a bolsa, deixo o que vou precisar a mão, e fico mais pra frente na cadeira, tipo: chamou minha senha eu saio em disparada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas demora pra me chamar, quando cheguei no banco, tinham cinco atendendo, mas os atendentes vão saindo de fininho, aí ficam dois atendendo, mas ainda tem umas 300 pessoas esperando, aí começa a subir um ódio, você quer pegar um pau e sair quebrando tudo dentro do banco, você olha por outros e fica pensando se eles estão com o mesmo pensamento que você. Se todos fizessem isso iam ter que prender todos, talvez seria mais complicado, eu olho e vejo que na hora que chegou minha vez, mais um atendente saí, demora, ele volta com um copo de café, e com a cara cheia de razão, ele senta, olha pra geral sentado, faz uma cara de: “caralho quanta gente pra atender ainda.” E todos que estão ali olham pra ele com esperança, inclusive eu, que já esqueci o plano de quebrar o banco e naquele momento quero que o cara aperte o botão da senha e é a minha senha, eu que vou ser atendida, estou ansiosa por isso, afinal foram três horas de espera.&lt;br /&gt;Já fico em pé e piiiiiii, senha 1.415 mesa 02, lá vou eu, felizona.&lt;br /&gt;Sento, pego a carteira e explico tudinho que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;O cara escuta tudo e vai digitando no computador, pede meus documentos, cartão do banco e fica mudo. Eu fico ali sentada quase subindo em cima da mesa tentando ver a tela do pc. Falo algumas coisas, ele só diz “hum hu”&lt;br /&gt;Fico com raiva, e me recolho na minha insignificância.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de alguns minutos o atendente fala que tenho que ir no andar de baixo e fazer o pedido do cartão lá, ele ali não ta conseguindo.&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu digo que fui indicada pra ir lá no primeiro andar, ele diz que não,&lt;br /&gt;que devo ir pro andar de baixo, eu pego os documentos de volta, vou guardando triste na bolsa, o cara já chama a outra senha, outra pessoa ansiosa já chega ao meu lado, quase sentando no meu colo, eu levanto, triste e saio andando, o plano de quebrar o banco volta, eu desço as escadas já maquinando o plano, quando chego ao andar de baixo do de cara com o guarda filha da puta que me mandou pro lugar errado, olho com raiva pra ele, quero matar ele, quero pegar um pau e arrebentar seu cérebro, mas antes de colocar o plano em prática vejo que onde eu tenho que ir não tem ninguém, corro até a mesa, pergunto pra moça se ela resolve tal problema, “sim, me passa seu cartão e documentos que faço aqui”&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico tão feliz, mas tão feliz que novamente o plano some da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;E eu saio do banco realizada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-2324726906664792646?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/2324726906664792646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=2324726906664792646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2324726906664792646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2324726906664792646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2008/08/ir-ao-banco.html' title='IR AO BANCO'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5669428842314808217</id><published>2008-05-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:11:49.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uma mente que se abre a uma nova idéia, nunca volta a seu tamanho original" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O cú também"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clodovil Hernandes   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-5669428842314808217?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5669428842314808217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5669428842314808217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5669428842314808217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5669428842314808217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2008/05/frase.html' title='FRASE'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-3381608545128584305</id><published>2008-03-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:51:43.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>noticias boas...sempre...</title><content type='html'>bom, olá a todos que estão lendo&lt;br /&gt;estou a um tempo sem escrever&lt;br /&gt;preguiça, sem assunto....sei lá&lt;br /&gt;tbem nem sei se alguém lê&lt;br /&gt;mas.........&lt;br /&gt;queria primeiro dizer que teve a estréia do ALTA NOITE&lt;br /&gt;aleluiaaaaaaa........aleluiaaaaaaaaa...........&lt;br /&gt;pois é, e foi massa, pelo menos a galera curtiu, se bem que a maioria eram meus amigos, e amigos as vezes&lt;br /&gt;mentem pra nos deixar feliz&lt;br /&gt;mas foi legal.....e eu fiquei feliz&lt;br /&gt;outra estréia linda, foi a peça SOUL 4 dirigida pela minha amiga, protagonista Sabrina Fittipaldi, quem tbem&lt;br /&gt;estava no elenco, além dela estavam Leide, Magna, e......minha irmã linda Isabel Etges&lt;br /&gt;uma estrela dos palcos já, eu não sabia que morava com a Fernanda Montenegro 50 anos mais jovem e bonita.&lt;br /&gt;bom resumindo a Bel fez uma puta e fez bem...ou melhor ótima&lt;br /&gt;deixou todos de queixo caído&lt;br /&gt;já é uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;estou orgulhosa....talento é de família né?&lt;br /&gt;bom...é isso aí.....&lt;br /&gt;notícias boas&lt;br /&gt;ah...e aproveito e faço um convite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessão de Criação do Cineclube de Palmas&lt;br /&gt;Programação: "Alta Noite" e "Meu Nome Não É Johnny"&lt;br /&gt;Local: Cine Cultura do Espaço Cultural&lt;br /&gt;Dia: 14/março&lt;br /&gt;Hora: 19h30&lt;br /&gt;Entrada: Gratuita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois volto com fotos.....&lt;br /&gt;beijos e mais beijos&lt;br /&gt;Quel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-3381608545128584305?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/3381608545128584305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=3381608545128584305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>ae está um clip do curta Alta Noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link no youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=aFQxVfqdWB8"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=aFQxVfqdWB8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijosss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NATAL E UM ANO NOVO DO CARALHOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-5160647899330859758?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5160647899330859758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5160647899330859758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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olhei e logo senti&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis e fui atrás&lt;br /&gt;Eu conquistei&lt;br /&gt;Mas me dispersei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perco sempre....&lt;br /&gt;Me perco nas ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Nas desilusões&lt;br /&gt;Nas coisas que invento sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Tiro minhas conclusões&lt;br /&gt;E me perco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perdendo, sem achar, nada&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu volto&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você me espera&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Que no fundo eu sei que tudo é besteira minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perco, e quando vejo já voltei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E volto sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto só de olhar uma foto&lt;br /&gt;Volto ao ouvir a sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Volto a pensar no seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Volto correndo porque meu sentimento nunca se perdeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6537787357656117307?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6537787357656117307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6537787357656117307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6537787357656117307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6537787357656117307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/11/volta.html' title='a volta...'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5454280563309763520</id><published>2007-11-08T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:48:17.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mais um teste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzNLtT3CjGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RuSzG-ramWg/s1600-h/cartaz32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130527642302450786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzNLtT3CjGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RuSzG-ramWg/s320/cartaz32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzNLQj3CjEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CcScD3MrV74/s1600-h/cartaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130527148381211714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzNLQj3CjEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CcScD3MrV74/s320/cartaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzNKUj3CjDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Yv4FPbOP0VM/s1600-h/Alta+Noite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130526117589060658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzNKUj3CjDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Yv4FPbOP0VM/s320/Alta+Noite1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais testes, me diga qual gostou mais.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8000728577461905892-5454280563309763520?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5454280563309763520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5454280563309763520&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5454280563309763520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5454280563309763520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/11/mais-um-teste.html' title='mais um teste'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzNLtT3CjGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RuSzG-ramWg/s72-c/cartaz32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-2537992565097295594</id><published>2007-11-07T12:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:53:57.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teste pro cartaz do curta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzIlLEOGDgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WxNiidfK3jc/s1600-h/testecartaz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130203797570063874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzIlLEOGDgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WxNiidfK3jc/s320/testecartaz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzIlA0OGDfI/AAAAAAAAADw/gf6vHboTWXY/s1600-h/cartaz+teste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130203621476404722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzIlA0OGDfI/AAAAAAAAADw/gf6vHboTWXY/s320/cartaz+teste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzIk1kOGDeI/AAAAAAAAADo/hTFyLVjiBsw/s1600-h/cartaz-teste5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130203428202876386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzIk1kOGDeI/AAAAAAAAADo/hTFyLVjiBsw/s320/cartaz-teste5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são testes para o cartaz do curta, sem diagramação ainda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diga nos comentários qual gostou mais....&lt;br /&gt;beijos Quel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depois coloco outros....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8000728577461905892-2537992565097295594?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/2537992565097295594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=2537992565097295594&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2537992565097295594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2537992565097295594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/11/teste-pro-cartaz-do-curta.html' title='teste pro cartaz do curta'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RzIlLEOGDgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WxNiidfK3jc/s72-c/testecartaz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-4105717897598053167</id><published>2007-10-09T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:42:14.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poesias... ah... as poesias</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESCURA A RUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;escura a rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;meu duro desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;feito dura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;essa duna donde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;uma espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;doendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Paulo Leminski)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A RESPIRAÇÃO DA ESPUMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a respiração da espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a transpiração da pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a dilatação de um corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;em minhas mãoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a devastação das esferas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a revolução das cavernas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a liberação das feras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Pedro Paulo de Sena Madureira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ORGANOSFERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;tua cabeça nas nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;minha cabeça em tuas terras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(Raul Miranda) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;obrigada pela leitura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-4105717897598053167?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/4105717897598053167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=4105717897598053167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/4105717897598053167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/4105717897598053167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/10/poesias-ah-as-poesias.html' title='poesias... ah... as poesias'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6822869565867540279</id><published>2007-09-27T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:15:43.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vamos falar de Alta Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;eu só falo do curta, mas ele não saí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bom...estamos realmente finalizando, trilha sonora é demorada, e ainda tem a edição, assiste, muda, assiste, muda...corta, vai....vem....bom....demora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas...qnd se ganha um edital da prefeitura, se tem dinheiro público, e tem contas a prestar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje saiu a primeira matéria no jornal Stylo com fotos e tudo mais....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem quiser dar uma olhada vê aí no link que vou postar, mas quem quiser ver na íntegra, vê o jornal.... o link: &lt;a href="http://www.jornalstylo.com.br/noticias/index.php?id=1532"&gt;http://www.jornalstylo.com.br/noticias/index.php?id=1532&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;contamos os dias, (eu pelo menos estou contando os minutos) pra poder lançar este curta...meu Deus......... mas tô em tempo, pq em outubro entra no nono mês, ou seja, em outubro este neném chora....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma fotinha&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rvvk8wYvxmI/AAAAAAAAACo/ebAMpK-Utpo/s1600-h/fotos+Alta+Noite+-+Manoel+Junior+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114933534241310306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rvvk8wYvxmI/AAAAAAAAACo/ebAMpK-Utpo/s200/fotos+Alta+Noite+-+Manoel+Junior+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8000728577461905892-6822869565867540279?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6822869565867540279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6822869565867540279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6822869565867540279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6822869565867540279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/09/vamos-falar-de-alta-noite.html' title='vamos falar de Alta Noite'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rvvk8wYvxmI/AAAAAAAAACo/ebAMpK-Utpo/s72-c/fotos+Alta+Noite+-+Manoel+Junior+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6190279771559875376</id><published>2007-09-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:28:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTIMENTOS TORTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se é verdade que quando nascemos algumas coisas já estão escritas, na minha história estava escrito que eu encontraria no meu caminho uma pessoa quem me ensinasse a amar e ser amada. Que me deixasse louca de amor, que me fizesse perder a cabeça, que eu cometesse loucuras de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta pessoa me fez rir e chorar, me deu sonhos e pesadelos, mas me deu atenção e amor. Amor que muitas vezes me fez pirar, me fez amar em exageros, mas que me confortava com um toque, um abraço e um beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me confortou até na hora do adeus. Um adeus que começou pacífico. Se tornou um tormento e acabou com muito alívio.&lt;br /&gt;Alívio só percebido depois, depois de outros beijos, outros abraços, e mesmo sem ter achado o lugar certo pra dormir minha ansiedade, me conforto com a esperança de algo que acenda de novo a tremedeira da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem achar a pessoa certa, as erradas vão passando, deixo algumas lágrimas e penso nas que eu já derramei, isso me conforta, mas não conforto quem chora por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzo olhares, sentimentos tortos, achismos de paixões que não se realizam, fico na esperança. Mas não penso na esperança, porque acredito que entre pessoas erradas está uma que é certa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6190279771559875376?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6190279771559875376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6190279771559875376&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6190279771559875376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6190279771559875376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/09/sentimentos-tortos.html' title='SENTIMENTOS TORTOS'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-5312644665219926103</id><published>2007-09-06T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:15:26.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>em breve....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RuBDmKpMj8I/AAAAAAAAACg/03B2yFuO5Ew/s1600-h/altanoite-em+breve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107156300409376706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RuBDmKpMj8I/AAAAAAAAACg/03B2yFuO5Ew/s200/altanoite-em+breve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estamos ae vendendo o peixe meu irmão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8000728577461905892-5312644665219926103?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/5312644665219926103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=5312644665219926103&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5312644665219926103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/5312644665219926103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/09/em-breve.html' title='em breve....'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RuBDmKpMj8I/AAAAAAAAACg/03B2yFuO5Ew/s72-c/altanoite-em+breve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-2873972643448842221</id><published>2007-08-27T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:18:38.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTA NOITE algumas fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtORL6pMj7I/AAAAAAAAACY/WWvupCRNVV0/s1600-h/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103582436647538610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtORL6pMj7I/AAAAAAAAACY/WWvupCRNVV0/s200/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOOiapMj0I/AAAAAAAAABg/WcigYwzNbhw/s1600-h/Alta+Noite+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103579524659711810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOOiapMj0I/AAAAAAAAABg/WcigYwzNbhw/s200/Alta+Noite+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOQT6pMj5I/AAAAAAAAACI/cDspixAx3kY/s1600-h/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103581474574864274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOQT6pMj5I/AAAAAAAAACI/cDspixAx3kY/s200/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOQtKpMj6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mFaHWUDPBsU/s1600-h/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103581908366561186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOQtKpMj6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mFaHWUDPBsU/s200/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOPoKpMj3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/eztr-mDNZS4/s1600-h/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103580722955587442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOPoKpMj3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/eztr-mDNZS4/s200/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOP6KpMj4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Iw-Ig2FGyMo/s1600-h/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103581032193232770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOP6KpMj4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Iw-Ig2FGyMo/s200/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOPIqpMj2I/AAAAAAAAABw/E4d_QTIOCz8/s1600-h/Alta+Noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103580181789708130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOPIqpMj2I/AAAAAAAAABw/E4d_QTIOCz8/s200/Alta+Noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOO0apMj1I/AAAAAAAAABo/GOVtsRGY8RQ/s1600-h/Alta+Noite+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103579833897357138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtOO0apMj1I/AAAAAAAAABo/GOVtsRGY8RQ/s200/Alta+Noite+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FILMAGENS ALTA NOITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;VALEU: Márcio, Bel, Regino, Maíra, Jú, Manoel Jr, Jhony, André, Sabrina, Pietro, Tiago, Gabriel, Markinho, Luiz...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi demais, agora o Márcio começa a edição e o Markinho a trilha, depois é só alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;foi lindo então, até o próximo.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;QUEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8000728577461905892-2873972643448842221?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/2873972643448842221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=2873972643448842221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2873972643448842221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/2873972643448842221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/08/alta-noite-algumas-fotos.html' title='ALTA NOITE algumas fotos'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RtORL6pMj7I/AAAAAAAAACY/WWvupCRNVV0/s72-c/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6248649724612948155</id><published>2007-08-22T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:14:53.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTA NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rsz6EqpMjyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q8STkbKwuTs/s1600-h/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101727435977428770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rsz6EqpMjyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q8STkbKwuTs/s320/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rszzt6pMjxI/AAAAAAAAABI/4WWW1Bt12X4/s1600-h/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;na foto: Sabrina, André, Manoel Jr, Eu, Jú, Maíra, Bel e Tiago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma parte da equipe Alta Noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;depois de meses e meses, história escrita há anos, adaptei o roteiro há um ano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;filmamos o Alta Noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem acreditava...olhava ao meu redor e via aquela galera trabalhando...atores atuando...e uma parte de um projeto ia ficando pronto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma parte, pq temos a edição e a trilha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e logo vou parir totalmente este filho tão planejado....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;galera....valeu............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amo vcs......&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/8000728577461905892-6248649724612948155?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6248649724612948155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6248649724612948155&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6248649724612948155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6248649724612948155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/08/alta-noite.html' title='ALTA NOITE'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rsz6EqpMjyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q8STkbKwuTs/s72-c/Primeiro+Uso+-+Bel+e+Alta+Noite+257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-4595928671569008475</id><published>2007-08-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T12:56:36.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rrd8UOb9jPI/AAAAAAAAABA/UfXjL6nfkVg/s1600-h/QUEL+metade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095678190307609842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rrd8UOb9jPI/AAAAAAAAABA/UfXjL6nfkVg/s200/QUEL+metade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; só a metade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;metade séria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só um olho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só uma sombrancelha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só uma orelha&lt;br /&gt;                                        só um brinco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um pouquinho do nariz e um pouquinho da boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio escura, meio sem luz....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio ambiente...a gente se vê por aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;altas noites pra vcs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8000728577461905892-4595928671569008475?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/4595928671569008475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=4595928671569008475&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/4595928671569008475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/4595928671569008475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/08/s-metade-metade-sria-s-um-olho-s-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/Rrd8UOb9jPI/AAAAAAAAABA/UfXjL6nfkVg/s72-c/QUEL+metade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-8511535369837774642</id><published>2007-07-26T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:50:30.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>olhos, olhares e pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vi, muito rápido, e mais que depressa meu olhar se perdeu entre os seus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei o dia todo porque não olhei mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não fui atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando uma faísca de contato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que pudesse me levar a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me fizesse ver novamente seu olhar sereno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder te ver de perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria era chegar e já te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque pra mim era como se eu te conhece a tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era como se você já estivesse comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era como se nós já tivéssemos ficados horas e horas, dias e dias, anos e anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontrar você, quero antes de tudo, dormir sentindo seu cheiro, seu corpo e ao acordar, sentir suas mãos e sua boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ai então, te amar, como sempre pensei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-8511535369837774642?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/8511535369837774642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=8511535369837774642&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8511535369837774642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/8511535369837774642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/07/olhos-olhares-e-pensamentos.html' title='olhos, olhares e pensamentos'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-7249388491463021533</id><published>2007-07-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:37:19.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cachu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RqTYU-b9jNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dkeHv7Lqtxs/s1600-h/eu+na+cachu+pitando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090431333704764626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RqTYU-b9jNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dkeHv7Lqtxs/s200/eu+na+cachu+pitando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to pensando em parar de fumar...mas nunca pensei em parar de ir pra cachoeira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...saúde é ir pra cachu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um dia de vida, mais um dia de paz, mais um dia de calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sinal que o mundo vai acabar vem de avião...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai, ai, ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-7249388491463021533?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/7249388491463021533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=7249388491463021533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/7249388491463021533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/7249388491463021533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='cachu...'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0mfsmCmDyo/RqTYU-b9jNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dkeHv7Lqtxs/s72-c/eu+na+cachu+pitando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-1516985785297172133</id><published>2007-07-19T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:10:16.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>João e Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;João e Maria são namorados e pretendem se casar em breve...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;empolgada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- João, você sabia que o Chico Buarque fez uma música com nosso nome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João &lt;strong&gt;sem nenhuma empolgação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É? Legal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grilada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- ah, João, vai toma no cu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João&lt;br /&gt;- Mulheres... ai as mulheres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;- Queria que você tivesse a sensibilidade do Chico, ele entende as mulheres, ele saca da alma feminina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João&lt;br /&gt;- Hum... e queria que você tivesse a bunda da Juliana Paes, ela sabe sambar, ela sim saca da alma masculina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;- João?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João&lt;br /&gt;- Hã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;- Vai tomar no olho do seu cu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musica.busca.uol.com.br/radio/index.php?ref=Musica&amp;busca=jo%E3o+e+maria&amp;amp;param1=homebusca&amp;q=jo%E3o+e+maria&amp;amp;check=musica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-1516985785297172133?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/1516985785297172133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=1516985785297172133&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/1516985785297172133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/1516985785297172133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/07/joo-e-maria.html' title='João e Maria'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-3390384494982854630</id><published>2007-07-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:17:52.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>onde é?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estará?&lt;br /&gt;Onde esconde?&lt;br /&gt;Onde fica?&lt;br /&gt;Onde mora?&lt;br /&gt;Onde é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem estava?&lt;br /&gt;Quem se escondeu?&lt;br /&gt;Quem ficou?&lt;br /&gt;Quem morou?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou&lt;br /&gt;Eu me escondi&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei&lt;br /&gt;Eu morei&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-3390384494982854630?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/3390384494982854630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=3390384494982854630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/3390384494982854630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/3390384494982854630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/07/onde.html' title='onde é?'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-6238072040352961364</id><published>2007-07-18T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T11:14:19.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>então...que venha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você vem, o Chico vem, todos ficam esperando a reação de quem vai&lt;br /&gt;Vai indo na frente, vou logo depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso se algo não me prender no caminho e eu não for mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu ficar aqui, não me culpe&lt;br /&gt;Não me chame de covarde&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser, pode chamar, não vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou grilar&lt;br /&gt;Vou apenas ignorar&lt;br /&gt;O que você pensou não é problema meu&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quando, mas eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Tenho coisas a fazer, a terminar&lt;br /&gt;Nem acredito que vou terminar&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu terminar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Mas se algo me prender aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico&lt;br /&gt;Se eu ficar o problema é meu&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu quero ir&lt;br /&gt;Te encontro em algum lugar onde estaremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-6238072040352961364?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/6238072040352961364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=6238072040352961364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6238072040352961364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/6238072040352961364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/07/entoque-venha.html' title='então...que venha....'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-4317344976564954699</id><published>2007-07-18T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T11:09:37.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobe&lt;br /&gt;Fica&lt;br /&gt;Dança&lt;br /&gt;Canta&lt;br /&gt;Sorri&lt;br /&gt;Chora&lt;br /&gt;Grita&lt;br /&gt;Goza&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8000728577461905892-4317344976564954699?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/4317344976564954699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=4317344976564954699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/4317344976564954699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/4317344976564954699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/07/palavras-ao-vento.html' title='palavras ao vento'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8000728577461905892.post-325490526507071998</id><published>2007-07-17T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T11:24:42.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>este é meu blog</title><content type='html'>tenho certeza que vou fazer um blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pronto está feito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8000728577461905892-325490526507071998?l=raqueletges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/feeds/325490526507071998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8000728577461905892&amp;postID=325490526507071998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/325490526507071998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8000728577461905892/posts/default/325490526507071998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqueletges.blogspot.com/2007/07/este-meu-blog.html' title='este é meu blog'/><author><name>Quel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966444245832769859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6CPhk7OYwU/TrmhaV82KRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/SRqmgIN2Vuo/s220/IMG_7193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
