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Ro Primo</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNQXw6fCp7ImA9Wx9UFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-8389057513650654677</id><published>2011-02-13T00:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:39:50.214-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-13T00:39:50.214-03:00</app:edited><title>Descuido</title><content type="html">Bebo uma saudade que não me cabe,
Que reflete em lágrimas 
E  apaga o brilho da constelação
que já foram meus olhos,
em um passado não muito distante.

Aprecio o escuro da noite,
Onde me escondo das...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/8EaLZ62qtDo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8389057513650654677/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=8389057513650654677" title="9 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/8389057513650654677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/8389057513650654677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/8EaLZ62qtDo/descuido.html" title="Descuido" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iw0fdwmaNnA/TVdQ1npJGlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mMbbgK6XeXM/s72-c/descuido.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2011/02/descuido.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNRXk9fCp7ImA9Wx9WFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-9202239110282568126</id><published>2011-01-19T21:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:41:34.764-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T21:41:34.764-03:00</app:edited><title>Fim de tarde</title><content type="html">A fina garoa da tarde
se sobressai na linguagem dos corpos
ávidos por um desejo incontrolável
que incomoda o mundo,
 
Palavras,saliva, partículas, tudo se torna um...
Enquanto observamos o pôr -do...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/Gvc6XQv7GWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/9202239110282568126/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=9202239110282568126" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/9202239110282568126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/9202239110282568126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/Gvc6XQv7GWs/fim-de-tarde.html" title="Fim de tarde" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/TTeEDLKrwmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2qVWoqYPF44/s72-c/POR%2BDO%2BSOL.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2011/01/fim-de-tarde.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FQ30zfSp7ImA9Wx5QEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-4511665659673103832</id><published>2010-07-25T16:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:00:12.385-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-29T15:00:12.385-03:00</app:edited><title>***</title><content type="html">Distraída,
perdeu sua face no espelho do quarto
Em cada reflexo uma promessa
Em cada olhar lânguido, momentos vagos
vivenciados na noite...

Tem a mania de
transformar amores não vividos em...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/TBdQWasT6qM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4511665659673103832/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=4511665659673103832" title="17 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/4511665659673103832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/4511665659673103832?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/TBdQWasT6qM/blog-post.html" title="***" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/TEyRqYHu-TI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VTMSj-20e0w/s72-c/mulher+da+lua.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4AR386eyp7ImA9Wx5TEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-2443453866865491335</id><published>2010-07-25T15:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:35:46.113-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-25T15:35:46.113-03:00</app:edited><title>Nunca Mais</title><content type="html">Ao sonhar demais me perdi,
Enlouqueci em devaneios inventados
por uma mente que sozinha jurou amor eterno.

Imaginação fértil em terrenos impróprios,
plantações de frutos raros
que nunca serão...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/72cxuMXemlA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2443453866865491335/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=2443453866865491335" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2443453866865491335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2443453866865491335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/72cxuMXemlA/nunca-mais.html" title="Nunca Mais" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/TEx_g5SKgdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c8GSxmdLA0o/s72-c/labiosteus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2010/07/nunca-mais.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ICSX4-fCp7ImA9Wx5TEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-2736803055821055871</id><published>2009-12-09T20:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:19:28.054-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-25T16:19:28.054-03:00</app:edited><title>Descompasso</title><content type="html">No escuro da dança das ilusões

passos descompassados

foram guiados na contramão.



Com asas de algodão alcei vôo

na ponte que separa a tormenta silenciosa

de sentidos sonoros que invadem a mente...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/k5MD8_CyqvE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2736803055821055871/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=2736803055821055871" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2736803055821055871?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2736803055821055871?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/k5MD8_CyqvE/descompasso.html" title="Descompasso" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/SyAyJwVPB8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/3BzAqTqZC60/s72-c/seios.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/12/descompasso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHRH8-fSp7ImA9Wx5TEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-5384942239799754594</id><published>2009-10-26T20:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:35:35.155-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-24T21:35:35.155-03:00</app:edited><title>Nós</title><content type="html">Na linha que separa o limite entre a loucura e a razão,
Encontrei você e me perdi...

Ondas de tormentas e calafrios abrigam meus sentidos
E entrego-me ao êxtase do momento.

Dança de...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/kkKET7ESzD0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5384942239799754594/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=5384942239799754594" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5384942239799754594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5384942239799754594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/kkKET7ESzD0/nos.html" title="Nós" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/SuY2bxJpk4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9og56V7MhPE/s72-c/lua+cheia2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/10/nos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04GQHgycSp7ImA9WxNQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-5381069876090908990</id><published>2009-09-07T15:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:52:01.699-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-19T11:52:01.699-03:00</app:edited><title>Revelação</title><content type="html">Absolvida pelos ventos esfuziantes do sul
Deixo a brisa tocar levemente minha face,
já tatuada de amarguras e profanas inquietações.

Uma força invadiu meu ser, 
Mergulho na intensa profundeza
dos...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/j97jrgQPEuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5381069876090908990/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=5381069876090908990" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5381069876090908990?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5381069876090908990?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/j97jrgQPEuc/revelacao.html" title="Revelação" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/SqVP6QL0mjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PoRjBoT8Gik/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/09/revelacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CRno_cSp7ImA9WxNQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-2683096321849445931</id><published>2009-09-02T22:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:52:47.449-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-19T11:52:47.449-03:00</app:edited><title>Sensações</title><content type="html">A noite escura, a guerra perdida
Os olhos em fuga são colhidos pela tempestade
Que assolou aquele terreno infértil de murmúrios.

Lembranças transformadas em temidos furacões
Redemoinho de...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/1kgKiwAfRvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2683096321849445931/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=2683096321849445931" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2683096321849445931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2683096321849445931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/1kgKiwAfRvM/sensacoes.html" title="Sensações" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sp8i-hNfH7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/L48zJPDtMTM/s72-c/castleatsunsetik8.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/09/sensacoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NSXc6fip7ImA9WxJaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-5535321250740369520</id><published>2009-08-02T14:51:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:14:58.916-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-02T15:14:58.916-03:00</app:edited><title>Ostras</title><content type="html">"Uma ostra que não foi ferida não produz pérolas"


Rumores e sensações, vividas em silêncio
De profanas inquietações.

Guerras deflagradas a procura
Daquilo que foi encontrado
Na pureza dos...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/wN04_y14c_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5535321250740369520/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=5535321250740369520" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5535321250740369520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5535321250740369520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/wN04_y14c_Y/ostras.html" title="Ostras" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/SnXTBjADzzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gdHqDTZL-PU/s72-c/perola.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/08/ostras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNRX4yeip7ImA9WxBXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-2402572117104938033</id><published>2009-07-05T15:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:09:54.092-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-25T17:09:54.092-03:00</app:edited><title>Êxtase!</title><content type="html">"Quem me dera... 
Ao menos, uma vez"

O prazer de sentir 
O estado latente, dos desejos 
De sensações inexplicáveis
Vividas num momento

Único... 

Sem limites impostos
Sem preocupações...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/jWhP_1XCYqM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2402572117104938033/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=2402572117104938033" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2402572117104938033?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2402572117104938033?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/jWhP_1XCYqM/extase.html" title="Êxtase!" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/SlDt4pquVzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GKdZKs94QGo/s72-c/44.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/07/extase.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINR3Y5cSp7ImA9WxJWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-3736179584062098693</id><published>2009-06-20T21:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:03:16.829-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-20T21:03:16.829-03:00</app:edited><title>Essência</title><content type="html">Andar, caminhar, cavalgar
nas tuas entranhas 
apenas andar...

Viver, sofrer, aprender,
e ser
apenas viver...

Partir, fingir, a idéia fixa
sentir,
apenas partir...

Invasor entrou
sem pedir...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/kah7ujeqyNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3736179584062098693/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=3736179584062098693" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/3736179584062098693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/3736179584062098693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/kah7ujeqyNg/essencia.html" title="Essência" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sj14vZDJ-_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/EYftcHI6Aqg/s72-c/OgAAAI64x3anH79sn02Yb0m2LTsrnnz-7E-jS823jsBJqgrv7_cc7UDC_iYnzln4rOSddrg2LESmtxG5ttt-MM4ppJIAm1T1UDFHpJxc9yUNj2KDVpFwqCZjnV3m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/06/essencia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMGSX06eSp7ImA9WxJWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-8079434701012915622</id><published>2009-06-19T23:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:20:28.311-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T23:20:28.311-03:00</app:edited><title>Obscuro</title><content type="html">Inquietações despertadas,
por mistérios inacessíveis
Fúria incontida...
Turbilhões de emoções que aprisionam
E me faz descobrir um ser
Que tenta aflorar desesperadamente
a procura de algo que ficou...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/oDtZIT-6Oj8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8079434701012915622/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=8079434701012915622" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/8079434701012915622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/8079434701012915622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/oDtZIT-6Oj8/obscuro.html" title="Obscuro" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/SjxG-bb70iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HnjOov4fTV0/s72-c/garoudesbois6ej.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/06/obscuro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQXszeyp7ImA9WxJREE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-8148388245151139762</id><published>2009-05-10T21:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:19:40.583-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-10T21:19:40.583-03:00</app:edited><title>Menina</title><content type="html">Menina frágil
Nem sempre...
finge

Pureza nos sentimentos
Da menina sufocada
Por anseios e devaneios
Tão longínquos
Adormecidos
Esquecidos...

Agora atiçados
Pelo desejo despertado
Por um simples...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/kcVbNmJKgSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8148388245151139762/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=8148388245151139762" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/8148388245151139762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/8148388245151139762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/kcVbNmJKgSo/menina.html" title="Menina" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/SgdvFcW5xKI/AAAAAAAAADo/cBOcV-J94BA/s72-c/314px-Lilith_%2528John_Collier_painting%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/05/menina.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8ERXs5fSp7ImA9WxVaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-5503755399894335548</id><published>2009-04-10T21:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:36:44.525-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T22:36:44.525-03:00</app:edited><title>Ilusão</title><content type="html">Vamos passear 
nesse luar surreal 
passeios longos
poetizar
o universo
enriquecer
nossos 
devaneios

Como o fogo precisa do ar
Preciso te encontrar
eu não vou me queimar
a menos que você esteja...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/Y9HsR-OsWT0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5503755399894335548/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=5503755399894335548" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5503755399894335548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5503755399894335548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/Y9HsR-OsWT0/ilusao.html" title="Ilusão" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd_zbImL2DI/AAAAAAAAADE/G403QFfWSJU/s72-c/adelson.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilusao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BQHo4fyp7ImA9WxVaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-2066681560531219138</id><published>2009-04-07T22:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:25:51.437-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-07T22:25:51.437-03:00</app:edited><title>Livre outra vez</title><content type="html">"Engarrafo nuvens"
não só elas,
junto esperanças e sonhos
os meus
os seus
que terminam em nossos
e nessa mistura ainda adiciono
uma pitada individual 
da essência do nosso ser 
e nos tornamos...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/Oxu6_6VayNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/2066681560531219138/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=2066681560531219138" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2066681560531219138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/2066681560531219138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/Oxu6_6VayNM/livre-outra-vez.html" title="Livre outra vez" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sdv9Fb1NdxI/AAAAAAAAABI/unT888CE0qU/s72-c/ATgAAADk7eweC9Kxu9OP9RAoury9Hoqh7UpSrF5VwHfi4Ii3i88trKMB15KjD6tdvOa_yeRYKzTZyFrYarI2kaTo4mQsAJtU9VA-rJKe1eZYu8j_uAfMlIXZSYHIhQ.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/04/livre-outra-vez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AGQ3w5eSp7ImA9WxVbEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-6804880009950946391</id><published>2009-03-22T20:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:35:22.221-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-27T13:35:22.221-03:00</app:edited><title>Sem Luar</title><content type="html">Com uma tocha em cada mão
Sigo o caminho que me conduz
nas mudanças desta noite sem luar

Inconsciente desperto o meu
Mais puro desejo e,
na volúpia te possuo

Com olhar que clareia esta...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/hxN8txzrikQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/6804880009950946391/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=6804880009950946391" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/6804880009950946391?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/6804880009950946391?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/hxN8txzrikQ/sem-luar.html" title="Sem Luar" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/ScrG9t7fW_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/IVoN6qjrFVs/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem-luar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFQ3s-fSp7ImA9WxVbEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-981086758980610923</id><published>2009-03-12T07:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:46:52.555-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-27T21:46:52.555-03:00</app:edited><title>Inspiração</title><content type="html">Ávida de desejos...
Nessa selva escura de corpos epiléticos te faço vergar
Sob os meus mais insólitos devaneios a ti aprisiono

Transformo-te em meu rei voraz,
Com a energia que somente os leões...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/N2iT65hPPSM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/981086758980610923/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=981086758980610923" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/981086758980610923?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/981086758980610923?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/N2iT65hPPSM/inspiracao.html" title="Inspiração" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sc1zc2cL8hI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fbhcp_U1y18/s72-c/untitled1.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiracao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8HR3k_fSp7ImA9Wx9UF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-438739736223812169</id><published>2009-03-02T12:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:20:36.745-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-14T22:20:36.745-03:00</app:edited><title>Ensinamentos</title><content type="html">Na obscura profundeza
Do meu desejo
Mais inconsciente
Encontrei-te.


Ofereci minha alma
Para que tu fizeste dela, tua morada.
Um lugar onde tinhas a liberdade 
De armazenar todos os teus abismos...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/jGN_fAPffio" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/438739736223812169/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=438739736223812169" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/438739736223812169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/438739736223812169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/jGN_fAPffio/ensinamentos_02.html" title="Ensinamentos" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/SesZmflDohI/AAAAAAAAADc/2rjFZJRXnBs/s72-c/untitled3.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ensinamentos_02.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFSXY5eSp7ImA9WxVVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-4374745463289045389</id><published>2009-01-14T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:03:38.821-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T22:03:38.821-03:00</app:edited><title>Meu caminho</title><content type="html">Devastando meus sonhos e esperanças...
Você reaparece! 
E abruptamente 
Consegue corromper uma vida
Onde a satisfação e o gozo se confundem 
Na velocidade da tua indiferença
Minha angústia te...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/hwxmVFx29Eg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/4374745463289045389/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=4374745463289045389" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/4374745463289045389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/4374745463289045389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/hwxmVFx29Eg/meu-caminho-devastando-meus-sonhos-e.html" title="Meu caminho" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2009/01/meu-caminho-devastando-meus-sonhos-e.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUFQnk_fSp7ImA9WxVVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-8365304878002588697</id><published>2008-12-25T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:20:13.745-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T22:20:13.745-03:00</app:edited><title>Descoberta</title><content type="html">O barulho que tua ausência
transcorre em minha alma
é ensurdecedor

Me transformo em uma via de mão única
e sinto o coração dilacerar

Então consigo perceber...
que você se basta.

(Ro Primo)&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/rv5RIcQVA3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/8365304878002588697/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=8365304878002588697" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/8365304878002588697?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/8365304878002588697?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/rv5RIcQVA3c/descoberta.html" title="Descoberta" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2008/12/descoberta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAGQno5cSp7ImA9WxVVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-7484541248457691780</id><published>2008-12-20T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:12:03.429-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T22:12:03.429-03:00</app:edited><title>Esfinge</title><content type="html">Sou esfinge marcada pela própria dor,
ofereci a chave de entrada para o princípio de minha lucidez
mas você recusou,
Atordoada...
Atropelo as palavras tornando-me um hieróglifo incompreensível
E...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/8OlSr1rRM4M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/7484541248457691780/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=7484541248457691780" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/7484541248457691780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/7484541248457691780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/8OlSr1rRM4M/esfinge.html" title="Esfinge" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2008/12/esfinge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCR3ozfSp7ImA9WxVVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-799608427044908852</id><published>2008-11-19T12:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:06:06.485-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T22:06:06.485-03:00</app:edited><title>Cura</title><content type="html">Cura-me desta dor,
Sente a febre que me consome, arde e queima
Nas labaredas incessantes da tua ausência tão presente.

Vê a angústia dos meus sonhos
Que estão em coma, na cama, no drama...

Olha...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/JLXs3tNJ_6U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/799608427044908852/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=799608427044908852" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/799608427044908852?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/799608427044908852?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/JLXs3tNJ_6U/cura.html" title="Cura" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2008/11/cura.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEASHc9eip7ImA9WxVVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-3395694430155093713</id><published>2008-11-10T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:10:49.962-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T22:10:49.962-03:00</app:edited><title>Domínio</title><content type="html">Nesta noite tão fria,
Partículas pulsam quentes em meu corpo.
Me torno imprevisível: instabilizo, devasto;

Afloro em potencial perigo,
quase desejável.

Mesmo assim
O frio insiste.
E me toca.

Do...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/fLM3zAlr2aY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/3395694430155093713/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=3395694430155093713" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/3395694430155093713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/3395694430155093713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/fLM3zAlr2aY/2-verso.html" title="Domínio" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-verso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MRn06eCp7ImA9WxRWFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-1986629374573002281</id><published>2008-10-30T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:59:47.310-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-30T18:59:47.310-03:00</app:edited><title>...</title><content type="html">Nesta noite tão fria,
Partículas quentes pulsam em meu corpo
Me torno imprevisível, instável, devastadora
Um perigo em potencial, quase desejável
Mesmo assim o frio insiste em me tocar,
Do estado de...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/vrw5jLGMp-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/1986629374573002281/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=1986629374573002281" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/1986629374573002281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/1986629374573002281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/vrw5jLGMp-o/blog-post.html" title="..." /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBSHs_eip7ImA9WxVbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600965044623787677.post-5621897144984763831</id><published>2008-10-20T21:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:12:39.542-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-29T10:12:39.542-03:00</app:edited><title>"Junção"</title><content type="html">Sirva-me uma taça de sangue quente
quero sangue de poeta,
só serve se for desse ser insensível
serve sangue de escritor
só não pode ser pateta
patético, estrela ou sonhador
com cheiro de noite e de...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sou feita de metades indivisíveis. Ro Primo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~4/VtvwsGehpdQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/feeds/5621897144984763831/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600965044623787677&amp;postID=5621897144984763831" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5621897144984763831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600965044623787677/posts/default/5621897144984763831?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lKSM/~3/VtvwsGehpdQ/juno.html" title="&quot;Junção&quot;" /><author><name>Encontros e Desencontros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11633874232111525720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6Ej30mjRJg/Sd-7AWPDuoI/AAAAAAAAACc/HfCkjcdcCU4/S220/Zs002w8.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://impulsoreflexivo.blogspot.com/2008/10/juno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

