<?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-7293497</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:40.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Louko</title><subtitle type='html'>Publicação de minhas poesias.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-111009178798034243</id><published>2005-03-05T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T22:49:47.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Direção</title><content type='html'>As ruas me levam pro nada,&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos são vagos&lt;br /&gt;De minha mente apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Recordando momentos amargos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo, sem direção,&lt;br /&gt;Caminho na estrada do amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu que matei seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Caminho só  com dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tira dessa escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração está sem vida&lt;br /&gt;Diante desta solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolva-me o seu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo ja é tão complicado,&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe nele sozinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-111009178798034243?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/111009178798034243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=111009178798034243' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/111009178798034243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/111009178798034243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2005/03/sem-direo.html' title='Sem Direção'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-110645073715550341</id><published>2005-01-22T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:25:37.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu caminho</title><content type='html'>Em meus passos vagos,&lt;br /&gt;Fica um pensamento curto.&lt;br /&gt;Nas flores cobertasPela sombra noturna,&lt;br /&gt;Tento descobrir meus mistérios,&lt;br /&gt;Cercado pelo medo e pelo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que passam&lt;br /&gt;Não sabem o que se passa em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Não sentem o vazio do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo a falta que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O orvalho vira lagrima&lt;br /&gt;Em meus olhos manchados&lt;br /&gt;Pela saudade e pela dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua que brilha no céu,&lt;br /&gt;Escute o berro de meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Escute o urro de meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;E faça que quando chegar em casa&lt;br /&gt;Tudo seja como espero...&lt;br /&gt;...ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-110645073715550341?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/110645073715550341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=110645073715550341' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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/&gt;Agora só enchem minhas noites&lt;br /&gt;De suspiros e recordações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol que me acorda pela manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Enche minha vida de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Há tempos não sorrio&lt;br /&gt;Agora apenas concordo&lt;br /&gt;Com a vida, e com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que na verdade eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não é tristeza, nem desanimo,&lt;br /&gt;É meu pensamento que não se cala&lt;br /&gt;Chamando por você...&lt;br /&gt;..Tina&lt;br /&gt;...Tina&lt;br /&gt;....Tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-110515355021558300?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/110515355021558300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=110515355021558300' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/110515355021558300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/110515355021558300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2005/01/tina.html' title='Tina'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-110118395879428771</id><published>2004-11-22T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:25:58.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raio de sol</title><content type='html'>Você apareceu como luz.&lt;br /&gt;Luz que iluminou meu viver,&lt;br /&gt;Tirou minhas tristezas&lt;br /&gt;E minhas incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez amar de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que me tomou a alma,&lt;br /&gt;Das sombras me tirou&lt;br /&gt;E devagar me conquistou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração pulsa feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim encontrei&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é muito mais ainda,&lt;br /&gt;É mau pensar e meu viver,&lt;br /&gt;O amor da minha vida!!!&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/7293497-110118395879428771?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/110118395879428771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=110118395879428771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/110118395879428771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/110118395879428771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2004/11/raio-de-sol.html' title='Raio de sol'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-110055904112642846</id><published>2004-11-15T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:50:41.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu antigo Futuro</title><content type='html'>Momentos são aqueles&lt;br /&gt;Os quais não passei ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente vive neles,&lt;br /&gt;Linda vida, vida linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhares são memórias&lt;br /&gt;De um futuro imaginário&lt;br /&gt;Seus carinhos são histórias&lt;br /&gt;Em meu antigo calendário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu passado e meu futuro?&lt;br /&gt;São pedaços de você&lt;br /&gt;Em meu íntimo escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É você o meu caminho!&lt;br /&gt;Não me faça mais sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Esperando seu carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-110055904112642846?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/110055904112642846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=110055904112642846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/110055904112642846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/110055904112642846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2004/11/meu-antigo-futuro.html' title='Meu antigo Futuro'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-109742822026674465</id><published>2004-10-10T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T10:10:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luz da manhã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flor de primavera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não há no mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beleza como aquela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Infinitude do meu ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Musa de minha inspiração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss de todos os tempos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beleza sem nenhuma razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em noites de solidão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tua beleza sublime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me enche de paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queria seu amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como uma luz em minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neste momento de dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-109742822026674465?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/109742822026674465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=109742822026674465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109742822026674465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109742822026674465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2004/10/carla.html' title='Carla'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-109657437401257665</id><published>2004-09-30T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:59:34.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apresentação</title><content type='html'>Oi, meu nome é Paulo, tenho 18 anos, moro em Itapetininga, e adoro viajar em minhas poesias. Mas gostaria de mostrar a muitas pessoas as poesias que eu faço, então colocarei semanalmente aqui, os meus mais profundos sentimentos, ou seja, minhas poesias. Fico grato pela atenção, e espero que gostem. Quem quiser fazer algum comentário mande-me um e-mail: prtschmit@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-109657437401257665?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/109657437401257665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=109657437401257665' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109657437401257665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109657437401257665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2004/09/apresentao.html' title='Apresentação'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-109657522978442444</id><published>2004-09-30T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:13:49.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugadas constantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As ruas se entrelaçam&lt;br /&gt;Com luzes que ofuscam a madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos distantes se vão&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de algo que conforte&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas se interagem em formas&lt;br /&gt;Numa viagem astral pelo universo,&lt;br /&gt;O universo que se espelha em meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Vago...Distante...Infinito...Misterioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em profundos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Prendo-me eu em meu quarto,&lt;br /&gt;Não obstante do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas preso...Inseguro e louco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-109657522978442444?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/109657522978442444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=109657522978442444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109657522978442444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109657522978442444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2004/09/madrugadas-constantes.html' title='Madrugadas constantes'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-109657486432297868</id><published>2004-09-30T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:07:44.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>                           Onde estou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paredes que me cercam&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem sei de onde vieram,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que em minha volta estão&lt;br /&gt;Impedem-me sentimentos de solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo eu não sabendo quem são.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Que em tardes vazias riam comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão meus pais,&lt;br /&gt;Que se perderam na amargura&lt;br /&gt;E hoje andam desgostosos da vida?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão meus versos&lt;br /&gt;Que fluíam livremente&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu tinha você?&lt;br /&gt;Onde você está?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou eu,&lt;br /&gt;Que cantava a vida ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;E que não havia no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum lamento?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou lá ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Na mais antiga das cidades,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou lá&lt;br /&gt;Onde está meu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-109657486432297868?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/109657486432297868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=109657486432297868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109657486432297868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109657486432297868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2004/09/onde-estou_30.html' title='                           Onde estou?'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-109657478812012329</id><published>2004-09-30T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:06:28.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde estou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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dia&lt;br /&gt;Que começa pelo fim.&lt;br /&gt;Flores que caem na primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Incendeia minha intima solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro de amor...&lt;br /&gt;...Uma lagrima de desilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento que longe voa&lt;br /&gt;Procurando uma antiga paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar que clareia a alma,&lt;br /&gt;É uma semente que brota no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar, um segundo, um suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo mais de que necessário&lt;br /&gt;Para meu coração ferver de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz que cobre o sol,&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor que cai no chão,&lt;br /&gt;O passado que é futuro&lt;br /&gt;E o presente que é único,&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar que cala a madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;E um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo que por si só&lt;br /&gt;Faz um momento,&lt;br /&gt;E um momento que por si só&lt;br /&gt;Cessa em mim tanto sofrimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-109657454680961593?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/109657454680961593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=109657454680961593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109657454680961593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/109657454680961593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2004/09/instante.html' title='Instante'/><author><name>PrtS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249068971772426943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293497.post-108900203558616937</id><published>2004-07-04T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T21:33:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universo</title><content type='html'>                  O céu azul&lt;br /&gt;             Em sua beleza intima&lt;br /&gt;           Inibe o vazio do deserto.&lt;br /&gt;        O vento que sopra na noite fria&lt;br /&gt;        Traz prantos passados, mas vivos,&lt;br /&gt;         Tão vivos que enchem meu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Tento desvendar os mistérios do mar,&lt;br /&gt;           Como um dia tentei desvendar&lt;br /&gt;            Os mistérios do seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;                O mar é infinito,&lt;br /&gt;               É o Deus mais bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Que o deserto e o mar se unam!&lt;br /&gt;               E juntos tentem ser &lt;br /&gt;             Tão lindos e complexos&lt;br /&gt;       Quanto a tristeza vazia do universo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-108900203558616937?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/108900203558616937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=108900203558616937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/108900203558616937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293497/posts/default/108900203558616937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/2004/07/universo.html' 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tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;E a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Minhas oportunidades diminuem.&lt;br /&gt;Planejo, crio,&lt;br /&gt;Penso, replanejo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas fica assim...no nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais nada menos.&lt;br /&gt;E me dói,&lt;br /&gt;Pois no fundo sei&lt;br /&gt;Que eu parei,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo não para,&lt;br /&gt;E minha vida passa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autoria: PrtS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293497-108710172316812343?l=prtschimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prtschimit.blogspot.com/feeds/108710172316812343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293497&amp;postID=108710172316812343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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