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Virei angústia e desespero Hei de
 arrancar os olhos
Tenho fome
muita fome
doida e doída fome
de
extrair teus timbres te 
lendo em Braille



[ Leo ]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/QwrOqryT4Yk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-13T08:15:12.594-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIHMrW2Xm00/T68KXcknW4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/HaVU7sM3WY4/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpgk.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/05/spalla.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Poeminuto</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/GCDuHnbtdiQ/poeminuto.html</link><category>meus poemas</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 18:08:42 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-4514279520154009527</guid><description>Houve um tempo em que não havia tempo. O relógio só acertou os ponteiros quando rasgou seu coração. E foi em vão. Que horas são?
[Du]
Imagem daqui&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/GCDuHnbtdiQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-01T22:08:42.869-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMwLou-0Z3E/T6CIupDgdpI/AAAAAAAALYA/Lh1WIBZpGh4/s72-c/espera_em_v_o.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2011/04/poeminuto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cheiro de céu (da boca)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/_9EVEtdTS5I/cheiro-de-ceu-da-boca.html</link><category>Leonardo Zaqueu</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:54:35 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-3173985486964887228</guid><description>O  cheiro do beijo ainda

 fazia cócegas dentro da bocaArrepiava medo



Haviam se despedido pra sempre tinha que ser pra sempreMas o  cheiro não largava não deixava dormir não deixava
acordar

 Tinha que ser pra sempre

mas só tinha gosto

de mais fome

[ Leonardo Zaqueu ]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/_9EVEtdTS5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-25T19:54:35.555-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GG4yz2ShALs/T5iAIz6MUCI/AAAAAAAALTg/ne8W2tb15Rw/s72-c/Egon_Schiele_022.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/04/cheiro-de-ceu-da-boca.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>color(indo)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/dTJjMx6nvv8/colorindo.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 16:13:29 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-3082431847082156045</guid><description>E a gente vai pintando o quadro da vidacom tintas coloridas de aprendizado.
[Dulce Miller]
Imagem daqui&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/dTJjMx6nvv8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-23T20:13:29.497-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulTU1LqelGk/T5XhOjJJuzI/AAAAAAAALSA/uyAY7ZGMl_k/s72-c/louco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/04/colorindo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Compartilhar sentires</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/8xr58atSMtQ/compartilhar-sentires.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 18:42:31 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-6361092293636860292</guid><description>O tempo aproxima corações na mesma sintonia. Somos nós. Estamos sós na imensidão do sentir. Compartilhemos então.[Dulce Miller]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/8xr58atSMtQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-19T22:42:31.346-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5wAISNymqxc/T5C-6F_M7CI/AAAAAAAALP0/Qfgo6j4cXBc/s72-c/vida.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/04/compartilhar-sentires.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sei onde sou teu</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/FT9MwgLVjwU/sei-onde-sou-teu.html</link><category>Leonardo Zaqueu</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 13:14:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-8034264324539001818</guid><description>Este olhar que passeia por dentro do meutoma-me pela mão, leva-me onde não sei
Esta mão que se aninha, colo da minhadeflora-me o olhar, leva-me onde não sei
Este gozo, tão grácil alegria vestida de tibeija-me o desejo, leva-me onde não sei
Todo sabido agora queda esquecidosou onde não sei, sei onde sou teu
[Leonardo Zaqueu]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/FT9MwgLVjwU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-14T17:14:00.269-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMtCea6gF84/T4naX4UkVgI/AAAAAAAALNU/u8oS7-nX_AQ/s72-c/tumblr_lszqqxJlA01qift46o1_500_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/04/sei-onde-sou-teu.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Amar é...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/S6_QdSuPROQ/amar-e.html</link><category>Leonardo Zaqueu</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 15:14:13 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-1392859204036229206</guid><description>" Desestorvar-te de mim, fazer-me desexistido de leve sobre tuas dores, será minha carícia mais abusada? "
A pergunta era tola e cruel, bem o sabia. Ao mesmo tempo, ruminava ascético, este vômito afetado que lhe subia tão sincero e amoroso das entranhas: Querer tão bem a ponto de querer-se tão mal, ou ao menos indiferentar-se, era a sua alma nua de performances, era sua identidade. 
Olhavam-se&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/S6_QdSuPROQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-05T19:14:13.788-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfdHTtmh_NE/T34ZFfxbZfI/AAAAAAAALGs/vusCU-Bs4SY/s72-c/y.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/04/amar-e.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cor ações</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/9uYZVJwN22E/cor-acoes.html</link><category>Leonardo Zaqueu</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 14:27:31 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-4957770960402140828</guid><description>Cor
açõesdecor
agem
Sabores(andam)num
 ainda-nãoapesar
de
Cor
açõesemcor
agem
[Leo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/9uYZVJwN22E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-25T18:27:31.580-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrrPtxlzNPQ/T2-KIbm5-8I/AAAAAAAALBw/v7NTrflvb5Q/s72-c/tumblr_m17ja0qcM41qc3d6so1_1280.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/03/cor-acoes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Minha Sina</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/VY40SiqT9ks/minha-sina.html</link><category>Du</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 08:26:01 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-2480945602586592596</guid><description>Um afago nas cócegasda tua essênciafaz da ausênciatrágica palavra...
Prevejo água-cristal em teus olhos rasostrago profundo e rumlembrança fugidia, presença detida na memóriasonho constante em minha retina
Bebendo amor em letras tuassugando quase-sonetos em ruas nuasum querer-carinho-distantesensibilidade vibrante, cortante
Agridoce mel da tua boca em meus porossuor latente pulsando nas veias...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/VY40SiqT9ks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-21T12:26:01.468-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7a5yv0Zk3g/T2ny3cDQmnI/AAAAAAAAK6k/lCLPEyQmx00/s72-c/314526_212241778844429_150947074973900_464473_1599948180_n.jpg.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/03/minha-sina.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Yo toda me entregué y di</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/veNM4FsSlRo/yo-toda-me-entregue-y-di.html</link><category>Leituras</category><category>Laços</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 12:58:42 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-2598233859318292479</guid><description>Yo toda me entregué y di, y de tal suerte he trocado,
que es mi Amado para mí Y Yo soy para mi Amado. 

Cuando el dulce cazador me tiró y dejó rendida,en los brazos del amor mi alma quedó caída,
y cobrando nueva vida de tal manera he trocado,
que es mi Amado para mí Y Yo soy para mi Amado. 

Tiróme con una flecha enarbolada de amor, Y mi alma quedó hecha una con su Criador;
ya yo no quiero&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/veNM4FsSlRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-17T16:58:42.713-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzVzqNt17_Q/T2TrKwjjzXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Kx2MkmsYbXo/s72-c/images+(19).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/03/yo-toda-me-entregue-y-di.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Amar e ser amado</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/gS6Ef_mt8xI/amar-e-ser-amado.html</link><category>poesia</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 03:46:32 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-8097312965837028226</guid><description>Amar e ser amado! Com que anelo

Com quanto ardor este adorado sonho

Acalentei em meu delírio ardente

Por essas doces noites de desvelo!

Ser amado por ti, o teu alento

A bafejar-me a abrasadora frente!

Em teus olhos mirar meu pensamento, 

Sentir em mim tu’alma, ter só vida

P’ra tão puro e celeste sentimento:

Ver nossas vidas quais dois mansos rios, 

Juntos, juntos perderem-se no&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/gS6Ef_mt8xI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-14T07:46:32.476-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egIVVuvvCXo/T2B210jrnWI/AAAAAAAAK3U/Nd-6k_kDZoQ/s72-c/amar-e-ser-amado.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/03/amar-e-ser-amado.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Cuidar</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/LjiVzSqXNT0/cuidar.html</link><category>Leonardo Zaqueu</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 05:19:38 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-59465390416877439</guid><description>Caminho de cura é carinho (co)incidência dos sentidossaber do ventre da palavra
[Leo]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/LjiVzSqXNT0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-10T10:19:38.267-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbNJaqS9eqs/T1tU0LJLXsI/AAAAAAAAK18/x5BQ8scn0bo/s72-c/imagesb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/03/cuidar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Você sabe ver?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/9KnqeZwruLU/voce-sabe-ver.html</link><category>frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 09:00:11 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-4267587982257948399</guid><description>"É necessário abrir os olhos e perceber que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós, onde os sentimentos não precisam de motivos nem os desejos de razão. O importante é aproveitar o momento e aprender sua duração, pois a vida está nos olhos de quem saber ver."
[Gabriel García Márquez]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/9KnqeZwruLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-06T14:00:11.227-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbhkri4MsYo/T1ZCMrjLxvI/AAAAAAAAK1E/yiPY_wNTjfM/s72-c/tumblr_l5en7pg3Gd1qb3qnyo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/03/voce-sabe-ver.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Nuvem azul</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/5kgMFtGtf10/nuvem-azul.html</link><category>meus poemas</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 03:33:13 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-189146405734030196</guid><description>O vento passeia veloz agitando as calmas ondas do mar leves gotas de chuva se confundem com lágrimas lágrimas de cansaço e desilusão...
Em outra parte, quem sabe, em outro mundo, possa existir a felicidade ou o verdadeiro amor escondidos em alguma nuvenzinha azul distante, brilhante, como se todas as estrelas morassem juntas formando um novo tempo. Com sua magia, enfeitiçaria os maus fazendo com&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/5kgMFtGtf10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-04T08:33:13.051-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHVE9d1ycBk/T1NR-45-QtI/AAAAAAAAKzE/JIrJkt5oZgo/s72-c/beachclouds1.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/03/nuvem-azul.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Do desejo  (trechos)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/b73XGueEXdM/do-desejo-trechos.html</link><category>Hilda Hilst</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 11:12:37 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-3228518401945490761</guid><description>     I

Porque há desejo em mim, é tudo cintilância.
Antes, o cotidiano era um pensar alturas
Buscando Aquele Outro decantado
Surdo à minha humana ladradura.
Visgo e suor, pois nunca se faziam.
Hoje, de carne e osso, laborioso, lascivo
Tomas-me o corpo. E que descanso me dás
Depois das lidas. Sonhei penhascos
Quando havia o jardim aqui ao lado.
Pensei subidas onde não havia rastros.
Extasiada,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/b73XGueEXdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-28T16:12:37.461-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCsMCZxwTpQ/T00muy476JI/AAAAAAAAKyE/0u25Oea1wEU/s72-c/so_light_so_heavy_by_she_hates_mondays-d3b6at9.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-desejo-trechos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>N' amor ando</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/heORq6CTmBk/n-amor-ando.html</link><category>Laços</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 10:33:20 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-1402024362808770556</guid><description>Nunca, em verdade, procura o amante 
sem ser buscado pelo ente amado.Quando o raio do amor se atirou neste coração, sabe que existe amor naquele coração.Quando o amor de Deus cresce em teu coração,sem dúvida alguma Deus tem amorpor ti.
Nenhum som de palmas vem de uma só mão sem a outra mão.
A Divina Sabedoria é destino e decreto 
que nos fazem amantes uns dos outros.
Por este pré-ordenamento,
 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/heORq6CTmBk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T15:33:20.039-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46lG1yq3r14/T0vKmGJWAgI/AAAAAAAAATg/PKqZNpwgt1w/s72-c/images+(34).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/n-amor-ando.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>olhar o céu de mãos dadas...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/l2DrCl2JkT0/olhar-o-ceu-de-maos-dadas.html</link><category>Rita Apoena</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 03:51:08 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-8175059945634347500</guid><description>Eu também tenho medo, dragões aterrorizantes que atacam de quando em quando, mas eu não acredito em nada disso. Quando eu saí de uma importante depressão, eu disse a mim mesma que o mundo no qual eu acreditava haveria de existir em algum lugar do planeta! Haveria de existir! Nem que este lugar fosse apenas dentro de mim... Mesmo que ele não existisse mais em canto algum, se eu, pelo menos,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/l2DrCl2JkT0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-23T09:51:08.156-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPwfoocsaqw/T0Yn2Ey3HSI/AAAAAAAAKvU/MFnzpzusUFs/s72-c/casal.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/olhar-o-ceu-de-maos-dadas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>BEIJA A TERRA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/cnMn6W2eRyo/beija-terra.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 06:49:36 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-6766654308628100901</guid><description>Anda e apalpa a paz a todo instante.Anda e apalpa a felicidade a todo instante.
 Cada passotraz uma brisa refrescante. Cada passo faz uma flor desabrochar. 
Beija a terra com teus pés.Dá à terra teu amor e tua felicidade.
A terra estará seguraquando sentirmos segurança emnós mesmos.


[ Thich Nhat Hanh ]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/cnMn6W2eRyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-20T12:49:36.847-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NFnME3zfMk/T0Jc6UmsnVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XvTXwDe_5PM/s72-c/images+(16).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/beija-terra.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Passeios e lazeres</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/4ST-hpl_UyQ/passeios-e-lazeres.html</link><category>Intimidade</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 10:43:46 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-1119761257553976410</guid><description>Vida de casalvida do casalvida em casa!


[ Leo ]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/4ST-hpl_UyQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-18T16:43:46.651-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VN10rxy3gkw/Tz_eHHb5UFI/AAAAAAAAASo/smRt1ZRC8fM/s72-c/images+(6).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/passeios-e-lazeres.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>O vento fala</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/F2IX_W9lKts/o-vento-fala.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 06:16:11 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-8527806806825359374</guid><description>Sou arco-íris no teu pensamento, chego pelo vento...[Du]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/F2IX_W9lKts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-17T12:16:11.038-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVPAt3skzs0/Tz5g6IR5jZI/AAAAAAAAKqQ/QbUXKfuVsp0/s72-c/9401B.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-vento-fala.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>O velho e a flor</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/3XCPfUp5Htk/o-velho-e-flor.html</link><category>Vinícius de Moraes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 15:35:39 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-7413216627203024615</guid><description>"Por céus e mares eu andei, Vi um poeta e vi um rei Na esperança de saber O que é o amor.
 Ninguém sabia me dizer, Eu já queria até morrer Quando um velhinho Com uma flor assim falou: O amor é o carinho, É o espinho que não se vê em cada flor. É a vida quando Chega sangrando aberta  em pétalas de amor.” 
 [Vinícius de Moraes]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/3XCPfUp5Htk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T21:35:39.593-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-yTNO9JimZWY/Tzmc_Zg6ByI/AAAAAAAAKmM/sovxW7AYwqM/s72-c/%25255BUNSET%25255D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-velho-e-flor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Meu porto, teu sorriso</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/gwYIoyjmsMs/meu-porto-teu-sorriso.html</link><category>Caio Augusto Leite</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 00:10:24 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-6609285486618179484</guid><description>"Apesar dos ventos não serem favoráveis, eu coloco meu barquinho no mar. Eu coloco e vou seguindo, vencendo ondas, vencendo rochedos, vencendo abismos. Vou com meu barquinho pelas tempestades e sei que encontrarei um porto sereno com seu sorriso na praia a me esperar."
[Caio Augusto Leite]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/gwYIoyjmsMs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T06:10:24.362-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kY70B6uWL00/TzDcEvzQDAI/AAAAAAAAKkU/_vSnQIg-w7I/s72-c/800ec925bd0b9227ba89243f1e3507d983f5a365.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/meu-porto-teu-sorriso.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Proteceduras</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/As-95-jQDwM/proteceduras.html</link><category>Leituras</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 06:11:27 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-2769149738362960561</guid><description>Meu kairós é o (en)canto que me nutre, sacramento, alcova nos teus olhos
Meu maqon é gravitar brincâncias
na extensão (in)terna da tua pele
Quantos podem ainda entender ou crer na possibilidade de um amor?São bem poucos... 
Poucos os que eutópicamente guerrilhamos esta causa!
Des-guerreamos homens contra  mulheres:
  Assumidas as gostosas diferençasdançamos rindo as variegadas agruras
Cada um&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/As-95-jQDwM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T12:11:27.333-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOurbTJM-h0/TyvYQ2oKL9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/oVQ6FEcqYSQ/s72-c/010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/proteceduras.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Oceanos...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/Sb1AISsYNpU/oceanos.html</link><category>Anseio</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leo Zaqueu)</author><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 13:22:04 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-2996600058401629347</guid><description>“Por favor, por favor!”
Disse um peixe do mar a um outro peixe:
“Você que deve ter mais experiência,
talvez possa ajudar-me... Então me diga:
Onde posso encontrar a coisa imensa
que chamam de Oceano? Em toda a parte
eu o venho buscando sem sucesso.”
“Mas é precisamente no Oceano
que você está nadando”, disse o outro.
“Oh... isto? Mas é pura e simplesmente água!”
Disse o peixe mais jovem, “eu&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/Sb1AISsYNpU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T19:22:04.200-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NJQ7yW9biI/Tyr9u-n44xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_v6S5QMhE_w/s72-c/015adf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/oceanos.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>O amor é cor(ação)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Norte/~3/Qql3SpUYWUY/o-amor-e-coracao.html</link><category>Nós</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dulce Miller)</author><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 17:01:43 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653833246123189822.post-1029149191987882786</guid><description>Apesar de tudo (e TUDO é um buraco grande no meu peito onde cabem muitas histórias) eu acredito no amor. Por ele vivo.E não sou mais uma aquarela de cores perdidas, hoje tenho a tinta de todas as vidas - O amor é cor(ação)!
[Du]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Norte/~4/Qql3SpUYWUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T23:01:43.054-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCWi5HU1kGw/Tynf57d3TEI/AAAAAAAAKiw/IaXLzk9NGPM/s72-c/leo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://desnortear-se.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-amor-e-coracao.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

