<?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-1947460457619536270</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:31:28.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NA RUA DA SOLIDÃO NOTURNA</title><subtitle type='html'>auriel-filho@hotmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-721617470896771198</id><published>2012-02-15T08:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:55:36.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se o poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o poema existe&lt;br /&gt;saiba que escrevi pra ti&lt;br /&gt;que andou comigo&lt;br /&gt;pelas noites da nossa cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o poema existe&lt;br /&gt;só existe porque o nosso canto estava iluminado&lt;br /&gt;e estávamos tomando vinho&lt;br /&gt;branco ou tinto no carro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o poema existe&lt;br /&gt;é porque naquele dia&lt;br /&gt;transformamos a vida&lt;br /&gt;em simples magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o poema existe&lt;br /&gt;eu e você Alessandra&lt;br /&gt;somos dois em um&lt;br /&gt;e um em dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o poema existe&lt;br /&gt;deixe as nossas canções e olhares&lt;br /&gt;falarem por sí&lt;br /&gt;como um e um são dois... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; estava fazendo o almoço e num intervalo fiz essa poesia pra ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-721617470896771198?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/721617470896771198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/02/se-o-poema-se-o-poema-existe-saiba-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/721617470896771198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/721617470896771198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/02/se-o-poema-se-o-poema-existe-saiba-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7323492348808691237</id><published>2012-02-03T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T04:29:20.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poema de vidro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esculpi um poema por uma janela de vidro&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; pela primeira vez despi da minha timidez e disse um olá,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; mas você não disse nada, ficou apenas no sorriso e no olhar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; No outro dia na rua ao longe  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; percebi que você me procurava  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt; quando olhava pelos lados esperando me encontrar....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Poesia Gardenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.35cm; line-height: 0.49cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7323492348808691237?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7323492348808691237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/02/poema-de-vidro-esculpi-um-poema-por-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7323492348808691237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7323492348808691237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/02/poema-de-vidro-esculpi-um-poema-por-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-5522651128840594626</id><published>2012-01-30T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:47:02.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;TUDO VAI DAR CERTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Tudo vai dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;nesse ano esperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;onde todos vão dançar a noite inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;sem pensar se no outro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;a semana recomeça..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Tudo vai dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;vamos por um pouco mais de magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;pra dentro das nossas vidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;e brindar olhando as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;de baixo pra cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Tudo vai dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;caminhe comigo sentindo a brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;e sonhe, mas sonhe mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;porque isso ainda podemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;mesmo quando já raia o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Tudo vai dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;dance o tempo que for preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;com todos os seus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;nesse mundo pirado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;e cheio de sobre saltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5522651128840594626?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5522651128840594626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/tudo-vai-dar-certo-tudo-vai-dar-certo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5522651128840594626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5522651128840594626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/tudo-vai-dar-certo-tudo-vai-dar-certo.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3982816188759679371</id><published>2012-01-27T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T04:27:06.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuva, enxurradas, temporal e furacões&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ontém estava pensando na nossa estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;estava caindo um pé d'água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;e o som da vitrola com os Carpenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;me fez escrever pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Ontém fiquei lembrando dos seus grandes olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;vivos e imaginei quanta força tens no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Não é fácil caminhar nas ruas quando há enxurradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Não é fácil encontrar estrelas no temporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Não é fácil enfrentar furacões em nossa casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Ontém foi um dia chuvoso, quinta-feira braba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;ouvia Rainy days and mondays e Only yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Foi quando fechei os olhos por instantes e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;há vi de vestido prata como se fosse a primeira vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-indent: 0px !important; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Poesia Gardenal"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3982816188759679371?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3982816188759679371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/chuva-enxurradas-temporal-e-furacoes_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3982816188759679371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3982816188759679371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/chuva-enxurradas-temporal-e-furacoes_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2524112743845131298</id><published>2012-01-26T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T04:16:00.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;VOCÊ E A INTERNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;COMO VOCÊ SABE AINDA BEM QUE UM MALUCO INVENTOU A INTERNET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;E ASSIM ACABAMOS TENDO O CORREIO ELETRÔNICO, MSN, ORKUTS, LINKEDIN, FACEBOOK E OUTROS... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;ESSAS FERRAMENTAS FACILITARAM A VIDA DE MUITA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;GENTE E A NOSSA TAMBÉM, PORQUE FOI ATRAVÉS DISSO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;QUE NOS CONHECEMOS E QUE FAZ COM QUE EU E VOCÊ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;FIQUE CONECTADO UM AO OUTRO NA VIDA REAL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  AURIEL FILHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"POESIA GARDENAL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2524112743845131298?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2524112743845131298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/voce-e-internet-como-voce-sabe-ainda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2524112743845131298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2524112743845131298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/voce-e-internet-como-voce-sabe-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3043186746546766638</id><published>2012-01-16T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T04:28:32.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; 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&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-left: 0.85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;SE É QUE PODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-left: 0.85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;TUDO LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-left: 0.85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;TUDO FROST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-left: 0.85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;IFOD TUDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-left: 0.85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;IFOD O MUNDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt"&gt;IFOD O MUNDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3043186746546766638?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3043186746546766638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/ifod-pode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3043186746546766638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3043186746546766638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/ifod-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7173587883234024736</id><published>2012-01-10T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:33:17.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-left: 0.85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Fastfooda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-left: 0.85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rápido como um cometa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;                                   &lt;b&gt;coma, meta, seja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;                                   &lt;b&gt;viva, estabeleça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;                                   &lt;b&gt;cheire,chore,sorry as incertezas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;sorria holly girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;                                   &lt;b&gt;dance sobre as esferas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;                                   &lt;b&gt;e despiroque sem tristeza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;                                   &lt;b&gt;nessa grande selva... terra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Poesia Gardenal"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" align="JUSTIFY" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 0,85cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7173587883234024736?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7173587883234024736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/fastfooda-rapido-como-um-cometa-coma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7173587883234024736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7173587883234024736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2012/01/fastfooda-rapido-como-um-cometa-coma.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8514348747296853804</id><published>2012-01-05T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:15:04.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; 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padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Desejo a ti toda sorte do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-indent: 0px !important; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;e que lá do fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-indent: 0px !important; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;o seu amor se perpetue na vida e no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-indent: 0px !important; 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margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;mundo mágico que nos afasta e as vezes nos trás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-indent: 0px !important; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-indent: 0px !important; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-indent: 0px !important; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; 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&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;VI UMA GARRAFA DE GIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;BEBI, MAS BEBI COMO SE FOSSE AGUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;E NA ENCRUZILHADA ME DESPEDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, serif; 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charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Beba na taça a ultima gota de champagne&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Dance pela escuridão e na imensidão da nossa casa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Viva do pouco que nos resta nessa encruzilhada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;E vamos aproveitar a noite meu bem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Tomando todas... as possibilidades&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outubro de 2011 - Poesia Gardenal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-6490703856098671865?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6490703856098671865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/dance-beba-na-taca-ultima-gota-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6490703856098671865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6490703856098671865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/dance-beba-na-taca-ultima-gota-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4198534129333016792</id><published>2011-11-28T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:20:47.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sexo Conecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Sexo conecto&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Sexus,plexus e nexus&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Henri Miller e Marques de Sade&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Num duelo desconexo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Sexo internético, estamos nus e expostos no quarto&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Igual a George Orwell em 1984&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outubro de 2011 - Poesia Gardenal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4198534129333016792?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4198534129333016792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexo-conecto-sexo-conecto-sexusplexus-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4198534129333016792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4198534129333016792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexo-conecto-sexo-conecto-sexusplexus-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4201624360482114696</id><published>2011-11-28T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:19:32.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mundo bravo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;E basta simplesmente empurrar a porta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;E dizer posso tudo, sou invencível&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Pelo tempo que puder&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Pelo tempo que há por vir&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Preciso pensar desse jeito&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Porque o mundo é bravo mundo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Quase que todo tempo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Mas a vida continua pulsando e eu quero tudo mesmo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;De uma forma urgente..tenho urgência pra vida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Outubro de 2011 - Poesia Gardenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4201624360482114696?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4201624360482114696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/mundo-bravo-mundo-e-basta-simplesmente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4201624360482114696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4201624360482114696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/mundo-bravo-mundo-e-basta-simplesmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2673842772247267960</id><published>2011-11-28T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:17:50.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando chegar a hora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Será um saco se na minha morte&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Ninguém recitar uma poesia ou fazer uma cantoria&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Será um saco se todos ficarem choramingando&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;a name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ao invés de se lembrar das diabruras que fiz  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Será um saco se ninguém soltar umas piadas e gargalhadas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;E dizer que o morto “eu” fui muito feliz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Quando chegar a hora&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Quero alegria, circo, brincadeira de roda,poesias, cantorias e prosas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Outubro de 2011 -Poesia Gardenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2673842772247267960?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2673842772247267960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-chegar-hora-sera-um-saco-se-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2673842772247267960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2673842772247267960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-chegar-hora-sera-um-saco-se-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2322587139436555605</id><published>2011-11-28T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:16:05.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Moças e moços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Olhem que já não temos tempo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;E nem o tempo sabe mais esperar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Passam as horas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Passam os dias&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Passam os anos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Moças e moços&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Não vacilem  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Pois uma escorregada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Tudo pode mudar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Outubro de 2011 -Poesia Gardenal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2322587139436555605?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2322587139436555605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/mocas-e-mocos-olhem-que-ja-nao-temos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2322587139436555605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2322587139436555605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/mocas-e-mocos-olhem-que-ja-nao-temos.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1517107988587538381</id><published>2011-11-28T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:14:10.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;RODA DOS VENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Todos os dias eu morro mais um pouco&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Mas não sinto tristeza&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Entendo o mundo e a natureza como são&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Só quero poder viver o máximo que permitirem&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;E depois sei que estarei na lembrança&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Na roda dos ventos, do tempo  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;E de vocês sempre que lembrarem de mim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Outubro de 2011- Poesia Gardenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1517107988587538381?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1517107988587538381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/roda-dos-ventos-todos-os-dias-eu-morro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1517107988587538381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1517107988587538381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/roda-dos-ventos-todos-os-dias-eu-morro.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4742014126519569651</id><published>2011-11-28T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:12:57.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;corações abomináveis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Fim de noite&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Aquele vento calmo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Tocou os nossos corações&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Nossas musicas preferidas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;O vinho chileno branco&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Mexeu  na libido&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Na madrugada de verão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Outubro de 2011 -Poesia Gardenal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4742014126519569651?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4742014126519569651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-abominaveis-fim-de-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4742014126519569651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4742014126519569651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-abominaveis-fim-de-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8214153441999151499</id><published>2011-11-28T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:11:54.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ESPELHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Vai longe o meu pensamento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;e recordo filho quando íamos aos seus jogos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Eu ,Ale e você lembra?                 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Quantos gols vimos  você  fazer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;e quanta vezes vibramos juntos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Saiba que você me deu sete vidas e me fez &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;olhar novamente no espelho                                                        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;poesia feita em outubro de 2011 para o livro Poesia Gardenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8214153441999151499?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8214153441999151499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/espelho-vai-longe-o-meu-pensamento-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8214153441999151499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8214153441999151499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/11/espelho-vai-longe-o-meu-pensamento-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1039913854268672692</id><published>2011-10-13T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:40:53.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;  &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;  &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt;  &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na Jorge Strett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; " &gt;Cambaleando tomado pelo álcool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span &gt;                     &lt;span&gt;Assim é que vejo o coração da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span &gt;                     &lt;span&gt;Sei que vão dizer que sou fracassado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span &gt;                     &lt;span&gt;Mas hoje, principalmente hoje não vou dar ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span &gt;                     &lt;span&gt;Quero a solidão da noite e quero ir com ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span &gt;                     &lt;span&gt;pelo escurinho da Jorge Strett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1039913854268672692?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1039913854268672692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/na-jorge-strett-cambaleando-tomado-pelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1039913854268672692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1039913854268672692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/10/na-jorge-strett-cambaleando-tomado-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3284385531176980891</id><published>2011-08-25T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:57:34.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tomara que caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Que caia o dia&lt;br /&gt;que venha ela&lt;br /&gt;toda faceira&lt;br /&gt;com um beijo na testa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que caia o vestido&lt;br /&gt;que caia na cama&lt;br /&gt;que caia a vergonha&lt;br /&gt;quando estamos sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que caia a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;toda bela e formosa&lt;br /&gt;e você na mira&lt;br /&gt;toda minha como verso e prosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3284385531176980891?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3284385531176980891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/tomara-que-caia-que-caia-o-dia-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3284385531176980891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3284385531176980891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/tomara-que-caia-que-caia-o-dia-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7128847748896996469</id><published>2011-08-01T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T06:17:56.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR NA VELOCIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="BrOffice.org 3.2  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Veloz é o teu amor  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;nas curvas que sucede a escuridão&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Pensar que nesses dias você&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;apareceu do nada toda vestida de prata&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;e eu fiquei só de soslaio  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;perto da esquina  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;imaginando cenas  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Veloz é o teu amor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;como um beijo roubado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;um abraço furtivo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;quase cinematográfico&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;e saber que que eu fiquei ali&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;o tempo todo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;com o coração em frangalhos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;frente a frente&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;todo desconcertado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7128847748896996469?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7128847748896996469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-na-velocidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7128847748896996469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7128847748896996469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-na-velocidade.html' title='AMOR NA VELOCIDADE'/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3219492839443059292</id><published>2011-07-21T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:11:44.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BALADAS INTERMINÁVEIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANDE BANDA DOS ANOS 80 "THE SMITHS" COM O ALBUM RANK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades das baladas intermináveis nas quintas, quando saiamos em bando pelas ruas e avenidas da nossa cidade cantando alegres o rock ingles e brasileiro..Bons ventos aqueles..Estavamos saindo de uma ditadura e entrando na discussão pela democracia, só que agora com mais força e com um pouco mais de liberdade..Foi nessa época que descobri Ginsberg, Kerouac e Neal Cassidy. Os poetas Beats eram venerados pela nossa galera e por ai foi rolando as coisas e as baladas intermináveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryKqzc5URMc/TigyBUNCFhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vouA2aIAiPU/s1600/AURIEL%2BFILHO..SMITHS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631806332211435026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryKqzc5URMc/TigyBUNCFhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vouA2aIAiPU/s320/AURIEL%2BFILHO..SMITHS.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3219492839443059292?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3219492839443059292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryKqzc5URMc/TigyBUNCFhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vouA2aIAiPU/s72-c/AURIEL%2BFILHO..SMITHS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4884793829074390279</id><published>2011-07-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:39:28.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todas as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas as palavras foram ditas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda tudo é pouco para o que sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero colocar o pé na estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E seguir sorrindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A morte só não me apavora porque gosto muito da vida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas isso...e sei que tenho data e validade já vencida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4884793829074390279?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4884793829074390279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/07/todas-as-palavras-todas-as-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4884793829074390279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4884793829074390279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/07/todas-as-palavras-todas-as-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2238488744545794459</id><published>2011-07-18T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:38:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jugullar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Dentro da noite veloz”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li dentro da noite veloz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soco no estomago daqueles bem dado sabe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gullar como poucos sabe o que tem de mais febril em nossas almas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e nos joga no mundo e diz vai...vai ver de perto..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enfrenta o que é preciso  com todo o seu sentimento..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com todos os enganos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai Gulllar...vai dentro da noite veloz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2238488744545794459?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2238488744545794459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/07/jugullar-dentro-da-noite-veloz-li.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2238488744545794459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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não nego mesmo arriado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que a amo tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo confunde os pensamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tanto ver a tua face no espelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu coração bate acelerado entre escombros e arremedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vosso encanto me faz correr desesperado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para chegar logo em teus domínios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero embebedar de ti como se fosse vinho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5541539648290678038?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5541539648290678038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8719474428812774314</id><published>2011-07-18T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:33:39.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Sinceridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso te falar de todas aventuras que tive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você não se importar toda verdade sem cortes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas saiba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que não irei guardar tudo que fiz pelo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E meu bem não leve a mal se eu disser somente tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas saiba que você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;está em mim e nos meus pensamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o melhor é dizer sobre os meus sentimentos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8719474428812774314?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8719474428812774314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinceridade-posso-te-falar-de-todas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8719474428812774314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8719474428812774314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinceridade-posso-te-falar-de-todas.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8899982139591628727</id><published>2011-06-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:44:01.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Não sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Te olho bem nos olhos e vejo&lt;br /&gt;Vejo aquilo que a muito consome&lt;br /&gt;as nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Receio que o meu mal&lt;br /&gt;é ter sempre um furacão&lt;br /&gt;no meu caminho e eu não possa&lt;br /&gt;deixar de aceitar isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem por hora ando cansado&lt;br /&gt;sem energia e meio entendiado&lt;br /&gt;preciso consertar tudo o que&lt;br /&gt;foi quebrado pra depois olhar pra ti&lt;br /&gt;e dizer que posso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que posso andar com voce&lt;br /&gt;sem deixar nada do passado&lt;br /&gt;interromper o que está por vir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Disse que não escreveria mais poesia&lt;br /&gt;mas como não mando no meu insconsciente ai está&lt;br /&gt;uma novinha em folha, escrita no dia&lt;br /&gt;25 de junho de 2011 as 13h30"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8899982139591628727?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8899982139591628727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-sei-te-olho-bem-nos-olhos-e-vejo.html#comment-form' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Walkírias, balzaquianas e lolitas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero as ruas e avenidas&lt;br /&gt;Quero vodka gelada&lt;br /&gt;O som dos carros e da brisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero as ruas e avenidas e os beijos das walkirias, balzaquianas e lolitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite é um vendaval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso quero as ruas e as avenidas e um pouco  de tudo...até mesmo de vida.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-396550570494905703?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/396550570494905703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/05/walkirias-balzaquianas-e-lolitas-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/396550570494905703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/396550570494905703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/05/walkirias-balzaquianas-e-lolitas-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3640798290937627344</id><published>2011-04-07T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:38:27.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando ando (Blues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ando na madrugada &lt;br /&gt;Dirigindo o meu carro&lt;br /&gt;As vezes não me acho&lt;br /&gt;Não me acho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomo a garrafa de vinho&lt;br /&gt;Na taça ou no gargalo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me acho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada os faróis dos carros&lt;br /&gt;Iluminam menos a minha escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Minha sombra atacada&lt;br /&gt;Quer a farra e também a colisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ando meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Não quer sossego&lt;br /&gt;Quer continuar elétrico&lt;br /&gt;Até de manhã cedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3640798290937627344?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7411978635056950112</id><published>2011-04-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:35:46.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pimentas na noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou chamado para tomar umas&lt;br /&gt;Com os amigos da Unifesp&lt;br /&gt;E depois do primeiro acorde&lt;br /&gt;Da gaita e do violão&lt;br /&gt;Num blues rasgado e melancólico&lt;br /&gt;Percebo o quanto o pimentas está efervescente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rebeldia tomou conta do lugar&lt;br /&gt;E agora respiramos arte de todas&lt;br /&gt;as formas possíveis e imagináveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro ainda não publicado&lt;br /&gt;"Guarulhos não pára"&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;"Guarulhos não pára"&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3851886131864486971?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3851886131864486971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/04/vou-assim-vou-assim-todo-atravessado-as_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3851886131864486971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3851886131864486971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Que todo o encanto teu&lt;br /&gt;Me encantou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro ainda não publicado&lt;br /&gt;"Sobre o tempo"&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7652840673755054508?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7652840673755054508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/02/vosso-encanto-vosso-encanto-que-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7652840673755054508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7652840673755054508'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;Que o tempo não alcança&lt;br /&gt;Quando se é criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu menino que corre&lt;br /&gt;No vento com os pés velozes&lt;br /&gt;Está na adolescência&lt;br /&gt;Já não é criança&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo de esperança&lt;br /&gt;De esperança..e na esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo melhore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro ainda não publicado&lt;br /&gt;"Sobre o Tempo"&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7017509532295024368?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7017509532295024368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/02/jung-meu-menino-que-corre-com-bola-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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comportamento&lt;br /&gt;(o beijo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela beija ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele beija ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela beija ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele beija ele e ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela beija ela e ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro ainda não publicado&lt;br /&gt;"Sobre o Tempo"&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2806744690194854667?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2806744690194854667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2011/02/mudancas-de-comportamento-o-beijo-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fomos um pra dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só guardar as cartas e as nossas canções&lt;br /&gt;Pela estrada ou em nossa casa&lt;br /&gt;Em nossa casa..em nossa casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só guardar&lt;br /&gt;Quando fomos um pra dois&lt;br /&gt;E eu olhava em teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E tudo voltava como era antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só guardar&lt;br /&gt;Na mente os momentos&lt;br /&gt;Quando a banda tocava&lt;br /&gt;A melodia que vinha do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro não publicado&lt;br /&gt;"Sobre o tempo"&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-601591563944305472?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/601591563944305472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1590366215766645525</id><published>2010-11-12T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:47:38.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Séculos de desesperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como não falar&lt;br /&gt;Quando posso ver&lt;br /&gt;A dor chegar&lt;br /&gt;E não se esvaecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo será&lt;br /&gt;Como deve ser&lt;br /&gt;E porque não contar&lt;br /&gt;O que não quer ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vou fazer&lt;br /&gt;Nessa estrada reta&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma curva torta&lt;br /&gt;Pra me colidir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se enganar com a moça certa&lt;br /&gt;Que me espera&lt;br /&gt;Na incerta do meu coração vadio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do Livro ainda não publicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Romance nas Trevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1590366215766645525?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1590366215766645525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/11/21-seculos-de-desesperanca-e-como-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1590366215766645525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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novembro&lt;br /&gt;O verão deu lugar ao inverno&lt;br /&gt;E ela olha a janela&lt;br /&gt;e escuta o som suave dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;E a palavra tranqüila do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs são tranqüilas em novembro&lt;br /&gt;e à tarde ela sai com um livro&lt;br /&gt;e sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Respira o ar negado&lt;br /&gt;em outros momentos&lt;br /&gt;E olha os pássaros voando sem receio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs são tranqüilas em novembro&lt;br /&gt;E a noite ela ama o homem do movimento&lt;br /&gt;E sonha com a super nova&lt;br /&gt;E com a humanidade mudando&lt;br /&gt;E vê a bandeira vermelha esvoaçando&lt;br /&gt;E vê a bandeira vermelha no alto tremulando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs são tranqüilas em novembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 – São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2415716134403999625?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2415716134403999625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-comunista-as-manhas-sao-tranquilas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2415716134403999625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2415716134403999625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-comunista-as-manhas-sao-tranquilas.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-915440354359512064</id><published>2010-10-25T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:39:18.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Para a mulher do nome com 3 letras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mulher do nome&lt;br /&gt;com 3 letras&lt;br /&gt;Agora você deve estar&lt;br /&gt;Navegando pela internet&lt;br /&gt;Ou jogando as cartas do Tarô&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade de ti&lt;br /&gt;E do teu abraço terno&lt;br /&gt;Quando soube da minha morte&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades&lt;br /&gt;Das noites que rondamos&lt;br /&gt;A nossa cidade&lt;br /&gt;Da última vez bebemos vinho&lt;br /&gt;Falamos de música&lt;br /&gt;E de misticismo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mulher do nome com 3 letras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-915440354359512064?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/915440354359512064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-mulher-do-nome-com-3-letras-sinto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/915440354359512064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pensar que nos beijamos com volúpia&lt;br /&gt;Num leve toque&lt;br /&gt;Num leve beijo&lt;br /&gt;E uma carícia de arrepios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pensar que você é cheirosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher com dom de menina&lt;br /&gt;Num breve olhar&lt;br /&gt;Num breve sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me arrebentando por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda é preciso calma&lt;br /&gt;É preciso tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra você despertar&lt;br /&gt;Pra você me amar no vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Kristhis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1981468356377684768?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1981468356377684768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2653411422438497466</id><published>2010-08-28T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T12:00:25.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre eu e todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não é fácil ser eu&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil ser eu o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil olhar no espelho todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;e perceber que o tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil ser eu&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil entender todo o jogo&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil usar a água e o fogo&lt;br /&gt;e sentir as quatro estações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil deixar de te amar&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil deixar você 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style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Poesia para quem não ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mas a taça de vinho secou&lt;br /&gt;as estrelas caíram&lt;br /&gt;e o céu desabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mas as flores estão secas&lt;br /&gt;caídas no vento&lt;br /&gt;E no tempo sem que você possa entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mais quero ficar só&lt;br /&gt;sem o compromisso&lt;br /&gt;de ter um contrato posterior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mais ainda estou na loucura&lt;br /&gt;quero tirar ainda tudo da vida&lt;br /&gt;e não posso parar nesse instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que há é apenas uma grande admiração&lt;br /&gt;Por quem me fez feliz num momento de tensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Romance nas Trevas"&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Auriel filho...&lt;br /&gt;"Romance nas trevas" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7574549843183423197?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7574549843183423197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/07/lubriz-todas-as-palavras_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7574549843183423197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7574549843183423197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/07/lubriz-todas-as-palavras_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4610408873083243711</id><published>2010-07-19T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:48:31.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE É FELICIDADE ALESSANDRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade Alessandra&lt;br /&gt;é o vinho que tomamos na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que são as canções dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;que aos poucos nos trazem esperança na estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade que tanto se falam&lt;br /&gt;as vezes isso parece tão distante&lt;br /&gt;Mais em alguns instantes chega e abraça&lt;br /&gt;e por momentos toca a nossa alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade Alessandra&lt;br /&gt;será as nossas escapadas pela cidade&lt;br /&gt;Ou será nossos sonhos que ainda faltam&lt;br /&gt;e que dizemos em momentos de intimidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade que parece coisa rara Alessandra&lt;br /&gt;Será que é um livro de romance entrelaçado&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo a boca e os corpos que se laçam&lt;br /&gt;Beijando sempre a pessoa amada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é felicidade Alessandra......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Romance nas trevas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4610408873083243711?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4610408873083243711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-que-e-felicidade-alessandra-o-que-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4610408873083243711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4610408873083243711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-que-e-felicidade-alessandra-o-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1088550123206966148</id><published>2010-07-05T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:03:42.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Promessas são papéis avulsos que queimam palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tudo dê errado tenho você na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;dos dias frios que passamos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;nas tardes que sonhávamos, nas noites que eram intermináveis e não conseguíamos nos largar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas são papéis avulsos que queimam palavras.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tudo dê errado sei que tenho voce&lt;br /&gt;Lembra do beijo doce e desesperado no carro, no estacionamento do shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas são papéis avulsos que queimam palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tudo dê errado tenho voce na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E sei que o nosso abandono é simplesmente matéria&lt;br /&gt;mas na alma e no coração eu e voce se eterniza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas são papéis avulsos que queimam palavras....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1088550123206966148?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1088550123206966148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/07/promessas-sao-papeis-avulsos-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1088550123206966148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1088550123206966148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/07/promessas-sao-papeis-avulsos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4682772221754103739</id><published>2010-06-18T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T05:32:22.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo a natureza que mexe comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo a todos que mexe comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ouço a tudo que mexe comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu canto tudo que mexe comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu leio tudo que mexe comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não tenho amarras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com isso ou aquilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu amo o todo que mexe comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;escrevi isso 4h da madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;de 18 de junho de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4682772221754103739?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4682772221754103739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-eu-amo-natureza-que-mexe-comigo-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4682772221754103739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Manoel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Minha infância toda corroída&lt;br /&gt;                          nas lembranças da escola e da literatura&lt;br /&gt;                          de Herman Hesse e das peladas de rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          No Macedinho, no Macedão e tanto no Alice&lt;br /&gt;                          foram se formando os amigos&lt;br /&gt;                          e o primeiro rock rolou nos anos 80&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                          Solidão e medo, mas ali estava acabando a ditadura&lt;br /&gt;                          Um novo comportamento e uma nova postura&lt;br /&gt;                          e um olhar no futuro no fim da rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          No fim de semana os bailinhos e os corações partidos&lt;br /&gt;                          se aglomeravam pelas esquinas&lt;br /&gt;                          Estávamos apenas curtindo o vento da democracia&lt;br /&gt;                          e de um novo despertar do Brasil que renascia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Bons ventos aqueles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Guarulhos não pára"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-6275239823837803418?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6275239823837803418/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-5426247719579258090</id><published>2010-06-07T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:00:45.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;De &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;madrugada na monteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Via a grande chaminé do Adamastor&lt;br /&gt;quando ainda era uma fabrica desativada&lt;br /&gt;e a nossa turma sempre passava perto quando&lt;br /&gt;vínhamos da One way de madrugada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o espaço antes abandonado&lt;br /&gt;virou um lugar habitado por todas as tribos&lt;br /&gt;A avenida Monteiro Lobato ganhava&lt;br /&gt;vida e até a igrejinha agora com outros olhos era vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entravamos na Avenida Pio XII cantando o rock brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;e o rock inglês, acordando os vizinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Os gatos malhados no telhado miavam sem ritmo...&lt;br /&gt;A vida pulsava e sabíamos que no outro dia&lt;br /&gt;o fim era o início...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Guarulhos não pára"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5426247719579258090?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5426247719579258090/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4361027089210563152</id><published>2010-06-07T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:56:52.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No Pimentas, sempre tem uma pimenta a mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que como morador do Macedo iria me apaixonar por esse bairro...Tudo começou quando lecionei no Terezinha Closa e quando formei o grupo do teatro alucinante..saudade de todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois pelos amigos que ali fiz, principalmente o poeta Anderson, o Thiago e também pela namorada Lilian Gayet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retornei depois pela Unifesp e pela política...&lt;br /&gt;Fiz muitas amizades com os alunos de&lt;br /&gt;ciências sociais, letras e filosofia&lt;br /&gt;Devo tudo isso ao meu partido comunista&lt;br /&gt;e ao Marcio Morcego grande anarquista....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salve Pimentas evoé estamos ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Guarulhos não pára"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4361027089210563152?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4361027089210563152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-6133190542369568786</id><published>2010-05-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:51:03.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu sei que não posso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu sei que não posso&lt;br /&gt;mais ficar esperando&lt;br /&gt;que tudo se resolva&lt;br /&gt;com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;pois o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;e o sentimento fica&lt;br /&gt;do avesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não posso&lt;br /&gt;mais ficar esperando&lt;br /&gt;um amor que nunca vêm&lt;br /&gt;pois um coração fechado&lt;br /&gt;poucas chances têm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;passa lentamente&lt;br /&gt;e preciso achar a saída&lt;br /&gt;do labirinto que me prende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não posso&lt;br /&gt;mais ficar esperando&lt;br /&gt;que tudo se resolva&lt;br /&gt;com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Extraido do livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Na Rua da Solidão Noturna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-6133190542369568786?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6133190542369568786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-sei-que-nao-posso-eu-sei-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6133190542369568786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6133190542369568786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-sei-que-nao-posso-eu-sei-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1214380967140119803</id><published>2010-05-31T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:47:35.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fale-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fale-me um pouco de você&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Teu signo&lt;br /&gt;Tua cor&lt;br /&gt;Teu brilho&lt;br /&gt;E quem te desenhou&lt;br /&gt;Fale-me um pouco dos teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Da sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Das suas poesias&lt;br /&gt;Desse quadro que você pintou&lt;br /&gt;Fale-me um pouco da tua loucura&lt;br /&gt;De onde você navegou&lt;br /&gt;Do teu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Que sei quase decor&lt;br /&gt;Fale-me um pouco mais de você&lt;br /&gt;Antes de partir&lt;br /&gt;Antes de me dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;Fale-me&lt;br /&gt;Não me fale adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;publicado"Na Rua da Solidão Noturna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1214380967140119803?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1214380967140119803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/fale-me-fale-me-um-pouco-de-voce-qual-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1214380967140119803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1214380967140119803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/fale-me-fale-me-um-pouco-de-voce-qual-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2201041064750026439</id><published>2010-05-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:36:19.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quarto centenário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Passo na quarto centenário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vejo o trem e um casal&lt;br /&gt;tomando vinho no gargalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo vejo os hotéis&lt;br /&gt;e o trânsito caótico que insiste&lt;br /&gt;em acelerar os dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;e o semáforo só pisca&lt;br /&gt;e os carros agradecem na correria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo e o anjo com ar de demônio&lt;br /&gt;finta os casais que transam&lt;br /&gt;sem dar bola pro acaso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Guaruhos na madrugada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2201041064750026439?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2201041064750026439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7395509316775528148</id><published>2010-05-27T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:18:44.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não...Não quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...não quero migalhas&lt;br /&gt;e nem só pão e água&lt;br /&gt;Circo eu quero&lt;br /&gt;mas aquele que alegra os corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...não quero&lt;br /&gt;guerras industrializadas&lt;br /&gt;quero o amor na estrada e descer&lt;br /&gt;a avenida Tiradentes e ir pra casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...não quero&lt;br /&gt;violência e a liberdade reprimida&lt;br /&gt;quero apenas as palavras da mocinha&lt;br /&gt;que me diz no tempo:Vem, vamos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Guarulhos na madrugada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7395509316775528148?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7395509316775528148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7395509316775528148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7395509316775528148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7180987745418165067</id><published>2010-05-24T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:49:25.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu não sei se vou morrer na curva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ouço músicas antigas e me&lt;br /&gt;entrego ao vinho e aos caprichos&lt;br /&gt;num momento existencial penso até cair do precipício&lt;br /&gt;mas não me curvo a isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se vou morrer na curva&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero aproveitar os instantes em que estou vivo&lt;br /&gt;Quero meus amigos e amigas do Clube dos Piores num brinde&lt;br /&gt;e a garota que por ventura me interessar na alça de mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pouco tempo pras convenções&lt;br /&gt;quero a estrada, quero a brisa, a lua cheia, as três marias&lt;br /&gt;e você também feito poesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Extraído do livro ainda não publicado&lt;br /&gt;“Romance nas trevas”&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7180987745418165067?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7180987745418165067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-nao-sei-se-vou-morrer-na-curva-ouco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7180987745418165067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7180987745418165067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-nao-sei-se-vou-morrer-na-curva-ouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8773126099994338683</id><published>2010-05-17T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:13:37.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Meu coração jovem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meu coração jovem não vacila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulsa, pulsa..&lt;br /&gt;Sai pras ruas e busca...busca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração jovem&lt;br /&gt;é ansiedade pura, pura..&lt;br /&gt;e vai buscando a lua, lua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração jovem&lt;br /&gt;quer mudanças&lt;br /&gt;anda, grita, canta e encanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração jovem luta, luta..&lt;br /&gt;mesmo com tudo estando&lt;br /&gt;contra, contra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração jovem&lt;br /&gt;também sente e&lt;br /&gt;segue, segue em frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração jovem quer um Brasil&lt;br /&gt;autêntico, esperto&lt;br /&gt;sem medo, aberto e liberto sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;br /&gt;"Na Rua da Solidão Noturna"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8773126099994338683?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8773126099994338683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8981588008502252836</id><published>2010-05-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:29:16.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero o tempo que tem só você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela poesia que chegou na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Despertou a minha imaginação e a fala..&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto tempo fiquei no labirinto escuro e vazio&lt;br /&gt;Mas veio a Lua, o vinho e você no infinito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cú Doce"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8981588008502252836?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8981588008502252836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/quero-o-tempo-que-tem-so-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8981588008502252836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8981588008502252836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/05/quero-o-tempo-que-tem-so-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1054333940797365459</id><published>2010-04-26T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T05:24:40.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triste fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte virá de qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;mas você faz doce&lt;br /&gt;e pensa que o teu desejo e o teu corpo gostoso continuará para todo o sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte virá tenha certeza que virá de qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;mas você insiste em fazer cú doce&lt;br /&gt;e se esquece que desse doce&lt;br /&gt;já comi muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte virá&lt;br /&gt;o teu seio e nádegas&lt;br /&gt;da lei da física não se salvará&lt;br /&gt;Para o teu consolo o meu pênis não será tão duro e ejaculoso como antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu queria que você pensasse é:&lt;br /&gt;já que a morte virá porque não aproveitar então os momentos?&lt;br /&gt;Eu comendo o seu cú doce&lt;br /&gt;e você a minha banana milanesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e assim gritarmos bem alto na cama:&lt;br /&gt;pau no cú da morte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do Livro ainda não publicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cú doce"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1054333940797365459?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1550416979501015862</id><published>2010-04-26T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:09:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do mundo&lt;br /&gt;do gueto&lt;br /&gt;de todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a madrugada vazia&lt;br /&gt;O desejo impuro&lt;br /&gt;E o bicho da seda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o universo&lt;br /&gt;a imensidão com estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E a língua na sua vulva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o homem&lt;br /&gt;E o simples amante&lt;br /&gt;Mas também sou o menino cantante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a avenida, a estrada e a rua&lt;br /&gt;E o abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;No teu corpo que estremece e pulsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a vida e a morte&lt;br /&gt;E o beijo macio&lt;br /&gt;Que toca fundo quando você grita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cú doce"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: Depois de relutar as suplicas das minhas leitoras e leitores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resolvi publicar as poesias escondidas do meu arquivo pessoal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boa Leitura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1550416979501015862?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1550416979501015862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/04/sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1550416979501015862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1550416979501015862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/04/sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1430670072611655357</id><published>2010-03-09T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T04:28:26.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Grandes estórias de Amor devem permanecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei confabulando sobre os caminhos do relacionamento, além de como as energias individuais ou pessoais podem atrair uma verdadeira relação de paixão e depois de amor. Grandes estórias de amor e romances que tem um verdadeiro enredo de filme no gênero, é o motivo dessas minhas linhas que confesso escrevi num momento de paixão, vinho e ainda estava escutando a canção I Dont’ Wanna Talk About It de Rod Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As relações psicológicas entre os seres sempre foram o meu tema favorito, muito talvez da fascinação de ver as pessoas acreditando em encontrar o seu amor perfeito. E sabemos que mais do que encontrar o que esperamos numas dessas curvas da vida é saber quando encontrar, procurar se conhecer na intimidade, ter lealdade, se respeitar e ter um ideal. Além disso, acredito que temos que construir uma maturidade de casal e conhecer também os defeitos e procurar estabelecer um caminho de melhorar como ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande estória de amor pode acontecer de situações inesperadas, às vezes essas situações de pura mágica não acontecem a todo momento e já vi muitas pessoas relatarem que perderam aquela pessoa especial simplesmente pela falta de maturidade ou mesmo medo de se apaixonar e não conseguir corresponder ou por problemas com doutrinas familiares. Acredito que os romances e os amores não devem ter só finais infelizes, vejam que na literatura universal grande parte das relações de amor acabaram em tragédia ou em desconfianças, por causa de brigas entre famílias, ciúmes e falta de lealdade, só pra citar algumas estórias temos: Otelo, Romeu e Julieta, Tristão e Isolda, Dom Casmurro de Machado de Assis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar e viver um grande amor não é uma tarefa fácil quando nós sabemos que somos imperfeitos, agora devemos saber o quanto estamos preparados para as mudanças na nossa vida quando nos envolvermos com alguém. Temos que deixar claro o que queremos para desde cedo estabelecer os códigos do casal, isso possibilita iniciar uma relação construída com a verdade e assim sabemos até que ponto caminhamos com o nosso par ou não. É claro que devemos entender que não temos uma bola de cristal ou uma formula mágica do amor que dê a certeza “do pra sempre”, mas existem algumas dicas que podem ajudar alguém que está em situações como já disse no início desse meu texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saibam que nada é fácil, principalmente porque existem nas relações não unicamente fatores externos que podem atrapalhar o casal como dinheiro, falta de diversão, o tempo que no mundo globalizado se torna mais escasso para vivermos como casal e com os nossos filhos, mas fatores também inconscientes que devemos trabalhar para melhorarmos como seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que estamos numa encruzilhada, por isso acredito que é imprescindível mesmo com esses problemas não perdermos a capacidade de se emocionar com a vida, de buscar formas prazerosas para passar o pouco de tempo que temos livre e ser criativo. É preciso também para aqueles casais que já se apaixonaram e se amam e que tem filhos, dar um jeito de ter o tempo do casal. Isso ajuda muito a se renovar, voltar a sonhar e replanejar aquilo que ainda não foi atingido na vida do casal que se ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para os que estão iniciando uma grande estória de amor busquem a paciência chinesa e amem mais verdadeiramente e saiba que quem está do lado é mais do que o teu parceiro ou parceira.&lt;br /&gt;É o amor da sua vida se assim vocês desejarem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auriel Filho é psicólogo, formado em Literatura. Escritor de romance e poesia, autor de artigos em jornais, revistas, sites e blogs sobre temas da psicologia e de comunicação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1430670072611655357?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1430670072611655357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandes-estorias-de-amor-devem_09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1430670072611655357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1430670072611655357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandes-estorias-de-amor-devem_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3137806616853264110</id><published>2010-03-09T04:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T04:27:21.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Desejos e saudades.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gozando no meu desejo, de tê-lo, senti-lo... e saborear a essência do êxtase...digo que é só um desejo...O desejo meu bem não deve ser sublimado, se não se perde na essência e fica um vazio e uma pergunta ficaria no ar: É só um desejo? Mas como sou da tempestade quero mais do que os desejos querem.... quero a realidade...&lt;br /&gt;Se não está perto, posso tê-lo assim...Sim isso é o meu tormento de não tê-la próxima... Meu tormento bloqueou a alma, que me isola de possibilidades...Mas quero olhar nos teus olhos e te apertar no meu peito. Mas o tenho dentro de mim, não o vejo, mas sei que posso ainda assim senti-lo...Mas sentir somente em meu desejo despedaça minha alma...e a mim me exila e me trava nas batalhas... quero a ti, mas do que posso suportar.&lt;br /&gt;Chega!!!! A distância torna-se desnecessária... vemmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Poesia feita no MSN por Lidiane Marques e Auriel Filho&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser a primeira poesia feita em parceria desta forma....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3137806616853264110?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3137806616853264110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/03/desejos-e-saudades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3137806616853264110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3137806616853264110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/03/desejos-e-saudades.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2123255685304728713</id><published>2010-03-09T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T04:21:09.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero abandonar tudo, quero viver o mundo&lt;br /&gt;e não perder o amor que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Quero a minha paixão sempre presente e poder tomar taças de&lt;br /&gt;champangne e vinho...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;gosto de ser noturno&lt;br /&gt;gosto da estrada e do som pulsante quando estou no volante&lt;br /&gt;do meu carro...&lt;br /&gt;É tenho vida pulsando e não serei vencido tão fácil&lt;br /&gt;Quero a brisa da manhã&lt;br /&gt;quero o vento frio da noite&lt;br /&gt;quero o sol escaldante e também a chuva forte e calma&lt;br /&gt;Quero o teu amor mesmo que for um grãozinho assim...&lt;br /&gt;quero a tua língua grudada na minha e o seu toque preciso no&lt;br /&gt;meu corpo enrigecido&lt;br /&gt;Quero também os seus sussurros e gemidos e o teu olhar sapeca&lt;br /&gt;me pedindo para ficar um pouco mais...&lt;br /&gt;Há quantas luas quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrito no dia 24 de dezembro de 2008 ás 23h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Auriel Filho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2123255685304728713?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2123255685304728713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/03/quero-nao-quero-abandonar-tudo-quero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2123255685304728713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2123255685304728713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/03/quero-nao-quero-abandonar-tudo-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7768478796318473247</id><published>2010-02-01T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:40:23.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi teus quadros expostos no tempo&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo me transportou&lt;br /&gt;Para a nossa adolescência&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma eu sabia&lt;br /&gt;Que com arte viveríamos&lt;br /&gt;Você pintando quadros&lt;br /&gt;E eu escrevendo livros&lt;br /&gt;Você por um bom tempo&lt;br /&gt;Esteve distante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a observava&lt;br /&gt;Andando na outra calçada&lt;br /&gt;E o transito não permitia&lt;br /&gt;Aproximar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Cidade cruel aonde chegar&lt;br /&gt;Para saudar uma amiga&lt;br /&gt;É de difícil acesso&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;O tempo segue&lt;br /&gt;E a cidade fica estática&lt;br /&gt;E a amizade onde estiver permanece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraido do livro&lt;br /&gt;Na Rua da Solidão Noturna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7768478796318473247?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7768478796318473247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-tempo-vi-teus-quadros-expostos-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>On the time (Summer rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Chuva e sol&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Inverno e verão&lt;br /&gt;Olhava ela na janela&lt;br /&gt;E imaginava que tempo era aquele&lt;br /&gt;Que trazia lembranças amargas&lt;br /&gt;Dos amores perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Que tempo era aquele&lt;br /&gt;Que lento se misturava&lt;br /&gt;Com o amargo da dor&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Você gosta de chuva ou sol&lt;br /&gt;O verão dos contrastes&lt;br /&gt;Não traz o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Ela caminha pela estrada&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;E ela não imagina&lt;br /&gt;Que o mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Cura as feridas do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extraido do livro&lt;br /&gt;Na Rua da Solidão Noturna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1455212425759543204?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7911985273701469088</id><published>2009-11-18T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:29:58.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Romance nas trevas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem as flores estão mortas no quintal da nossa casa&lt;br /&gt;E aquelas fotos ainda não foram deletadas da máquina de registrar alegria e tristeza e nem aquele curta metragem que fizemos juntos corrompeu com o tempo a imagem de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu bem a pintura da nossa vida se desbotou e como repintar tudo isso agora?&lt;br /&gt;As flores continuam mortas no jardim da nossa casa e as lembranças estão trancafiadas no inconsciente e as vezes, em raras vezes vem a tona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7911985273701469088?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7911985273701469088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/11/romance-nas-trevas-meu-bem-as-flores_5444.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7911985273701469088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7911985273701469088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/11/romance-nas-trevas-meu-bem-as-flores_5444.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4651156019934730754</id><published>2009-11-16T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:05:09.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou da guerra e do caos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você coloca sempre a culpa no destino todas as vezes que sua vida vira um tufão...Mente pra si como se fosse fácil sublimar a paixão que sente por mim. Quero te dizer que eu vim pra causar confusão na tua cabeça e arrebentar as portas e os telhados da sua casa. É da minha natureza entende, nada posso fazer. Se quizer entrar saiba que nada será como antes e que as tempestades no meu mundo sempre são constantes.....Sou da guerra e do caos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não lançado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Romance nas trevas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4651156019934730754?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4651156019934730754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/11/sou-da-guerra-e-do-caos-voce-coloca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4651156019934730754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4651156019934730754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/11/sou-da-guerra-e-do-caos-voce-coloca.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-5589576654014544625</id><published>2009-11-16T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:07:05.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo um poema pra alguém e estou ouvindo the smiths, Morrisey diz que ele teria a coragem de morrer por alguém...essa vontade já tive com você...mas você talvez não entederia o amor ultra romântico. Sei que as vezes isso soa desesperador, mas é assim que sentimos quando estamos no limbo romântico. Escrevo um poema pra alguém, mas esse alguém não sabe ler nas entrelinhas...escrevo um poema pra alguém..&lt;br /&gt;Pra alguém interpretar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro aqinda não publicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Romance nas trevas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5589576654014544625?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5589576654014544625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-madrugada-escrevo-um-poema-pra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5589576654014544625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5589576654014544625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-madrugada-escrevo-um-poema-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-407326849525711792</id><published>2009-11-16T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:52:27.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Análise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha terapeuta me analisa o tempo todo, diz que o meu problema com as mulheres é que eu sou muito bonzinho...que preciso ser mau...gostaria de saber das mulheres se é isso mesmo...mulheres gostam de homens maus? Dificil saber..mas não tenho vocação para ser mau...talvez lobo mau sim...ser gardenal na estrada, curtir um som, tomar meu vinho, ter um pensamento diferenciado dos demais..sim...Mas ser mau com as mulheres e fazê-las sofrerem não sei fazer, não é da minha essência..ainda...Quem sabe ela não está com a razão não é?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não lançado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Romance nas trevas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-407326849525711792?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3179427002798987442</id><published>2009-11-16T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:07:59.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quinta feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os noturnos que não estão presos nos contextos, sabem que as quintas é que a celebração começa, do vinho na taça aos poemas e contos intermináveis nos barzinhos, nos cemitérios e nas praças.&lt;br /&gt;Daquela musica emocional, ou do rock ou até mesmo do som eletrônico estamos buscando os espaços para se libertar....&lt;br /&gt;Quinta feira sempre os encontros tem as suas estórias de vida, mas logo isso se acaba e a margem que se dá é por o pé na estrada, pois amanhã mesmo sendo sexta feira outra balada se inicia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Romance nas trevas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3179427002798987442?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3179427002798987442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/11/quinta-feira-os-noturnos-que-nao-estao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acelero...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acelero&lt;br /&gt;pego a tua mão e ponho pra trocar marcha&lt;br /&gt;e se encaixa e coloco a 3ª e a 4ª&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acelero&lt;br /&gt;na luminosa avenida&lt;br /&gt;e a marcha passo pra 5ª&lt;br /&gt;E voce me olha assustada&lt;br /&gt;com os seus olhos de menina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acelero&lt;br /&gt;na auto estrada agora&lt;br /&gt;só posso dar 120&lt;br /&gt;os radares estão por todos os lados&lt;br /&gt;mas estou pouco ligando pra isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acelero&lt;br /&gt;e piso baixo no asfalto chamativo&lt;br /&gt;e acelero e vivo..&lt;br /&gt;Acelero e vivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraido do livro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Romance nas trevas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor:Auriel Filho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-6967865088435106377?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6967865088435106377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/10/acelero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6967865088435106377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6967865088435106377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/10/acelero.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-5256191499888712315</id><published>2009-10-13T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:38:37.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me disse Digiby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O amor está morrendo nos corações dos amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me disse Digiby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei a imaginar quantos corações dilacerados&lt;br /&gt;quantos sonhos escorreram num discurso vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão parece não encher mais os corações&lt;br /&gt;dos amantes, me disse Digiby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei a pensar que o dialético no amor não&lt;br /&gt;está sendo conjugado nesses tempos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digiby anda em Munique com esses pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e resolveu caminhar sozinha neste momento....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para Digiby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Poesia escrita em Outubro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;para o livro"Romance nas trevas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5256191499888712315?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5256191499888712315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-5770040224723106164</id><published>2009-09-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:39:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Queroli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a brisa da manhã,&lt;br /&gt;e você dormindo sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos doces,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que as estações&lt;br /&gt;sejam imutáveis no seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a brisa da manhã e&lt;br /&gt;você bem perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Dias bons ou ruins,&lt;br /&gt;o que isso importa,&lt;br /&gt;se os nossos sonhos estão aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a brisa da manhã,&lt;br /&gt;e você no tempo até o fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero você e a brisa&lt;br /&gt;da manhã... Queroli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Extraido do livro ainda&lt;br /&gt;não publicado...&lt;br /&gt;"Na rua da Solidão Noturna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5770040224723106164?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5770040224723106164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/queroli-eu-quero-brisa-da-manha-e-voce_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5770040224723106164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5770040224723106164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/queroli-eu-quero-brisa-da-manha-e-voce_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-6029808425712209340</id><published>2009-09-11T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:18:51.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas ela caminha bem a vontade com passos&lt;br /&gt;curtos e sorriso largo&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela mexe com o imaginário&lt;br /&gt;e o lobo à espreita bem na rua do lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela sabe que o amor é secundário e vem depois da&lt;br /&gt;paixão.... se sobreviver...&lt;br /&gt;E ela sabe muito bem a razão....&lt;br /&gt;O seu corpo fala mais alto em tração em atração e&lt;br /&gt;sabe que o rumo têm que seguir o coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes ficava indecisa se tirava o sutiã ou&lt;br /&gt;o livro da mão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-6029808425712209340?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6029808425712209340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/mas-ela-mas-ela-caminha-bem-vontade-com.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gilliam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é possível&lt;br /&gt;Aonde&lt;br /&gt;Te vi&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Me diz&lt;br /&gt;Sei&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Achei&lt;br /&gt;E quase te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Amo&lt;br /&gt;Te amo assim&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Tenho você&lt;br /&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;Só&lt;br /&gt;Pra&lt;br /&gt;Mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2572312293540879667?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2572312293540879667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/gilliam-eu-voce-tudo-e-possivel-aonde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2572312293540879667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2572312293540879667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/gilliam-eu-voce-tudo-e-possivel-aonde.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1173706194772454788</id><published>2009-09-11T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:06:35.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sangrando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me em desespero&lt;br /&gt;parece que errei mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria te perder&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo se desfez&lt;br /&gt;A noite fala por nós&lt;br /&gt;coisas que não queremos ouvir&lt;br /&gt;O dia nos cega por hora&lt;br /&gt;sempre foi assim&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos cor de fogo intenso&lt;br /&gt;me faz reagir&lt;br /&gt;Estamos sangrando por nada&lt;br /&gt;quem de nós&lt;br /&gt;é que quis assim&lt;br /&gt;Quem de nós&lt;br /&gt;é que quis ser infeliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1173706194772454788?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1173706194772454788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/sangrando-o-teu-silencio-deixa-me-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1173706194772454788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1173706194772454788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/sangrando-o-teu-silencio-deixa-me-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2428297474059495622</id><published>2009-09-11T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:03:56.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Solidão nos balcãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do dia vem você&lt;br /&gt;Minha solidão nos balcãs nada é&lt;br /&gt;comparado ao inferno que sinto por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;O som da agulha na vitrola arranha a minha noite,&lt;br /&gt;o meu copo de vinho nunca foi tão amargo assim,&lt;br /&gt;O teu rosto no pensamento, a tua língua melada,&lt;br /&gt;e entrelaçada com a minha são intocáveis e incontáveis&lt;br /&gt;desmedida do tempo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2428297474059495622?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2428297474059495622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/solidao-nos-balcas-na-escuridao-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2428297474059495622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2428297474059495622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/solidao-nos-balcas-na-escuridao-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-555879806491809445</id><published>2009-09-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:01:22.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nitroglicerina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor é uma&lt;br /&gt;composição química&lt;br /&gt;tão perigosa&lt;br /&gt;como nitroglicerina&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor é ansiedade intensa,&lt;br /&gt;impulsiva, ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;sem vida,&lt;br /&gt;como nitroglicerina&lt;br /&gt;explosão que não sobra sentimentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-555879806491809445?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/555879806491809445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/nitroglicerina-teu-amor-e-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/555879806491809445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/555879806491809445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/nitroglicerina-teu-amor-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2394664229185247648</id><published>2009-09-11T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:59:55.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dois (poema para Digiby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fazem dois meses que estamos na auto estrada&lt;br /&gt;Dividimos o pão em dois a favor&lt;br /&gt;ou contra o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Fazem dois meses&lt;br /&gt;que olho nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e quero você próxima de mim&lt;br /&gt;Fazem dois meses&lt;br /&gt;e ainda não consegui dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol e a lua&lt;br /&gt;se completam como eu&lt;br /&gt;e você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2394664229185247648?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2394664229185247648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/dois-poema-para-digiby-fazem-dois-meses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2394664229185247648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2394664229185247648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/dois-poema-para-digiby-fazem-dois-meses.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8484988839274787561</id><published>2009-09-11T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:57:21.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fico&lt;br /&gt;Com quem eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me apaixono&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não quero&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes quero a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fico&lt;br /&gt;Até me cansar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes quero estar só&lt;br /&gt;Só pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes quero abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Possuir pro prazer&lt;br /&gt;Te sentir perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Até não mais poder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8484988839274787561?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8484988839274787561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/ficar-as-vezes-fico-com-quem-eu-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8484988839274787561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8484988839274787561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/ficar-as-vezes-fico-com-quem-eu-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1181614520470910973</id><published>2009-09-04T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:00:11.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ontém e hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebrei o espelho onde refletia o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;rasguei as poesias e deletei canções no meu MP3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse tempo abraçei o travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;assisti filmes românticos que fazia lembrar&lt;br /&gt;o passado tão presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo que o tempo me trouxe paz&lt;br /&gt;e estou pronto para olhar pra ti sem ressentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;extraido do livro ainda não lançado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Romance nas trevas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1181614520470910973?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1181614520470910973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/ontem-e-hoje-quebrei-o-espelho-onde.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1181614520470910973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1181614520470910973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/09/ontem-e-hoje-quebrei-o-espelho-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-9201802639543523995</id><published>2009-08-26T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:23:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpWnuyY0GPI/AAAAAAAAADI/25ja30YLQHA/s1600-h/vinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpWnuyY0GPI/AAAAAAAAADI/25ja30YLQHA/s320/vinho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374386152578226418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou noturno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou noturno&lt;br /&gt;Romântico da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a poesia das ruas&lt;br /&gt;E o ranger do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A taça em que tomo&lt;br /&gt;o meu vinho&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem um fim&lt;br /&gt;E me entorpece&lt;br /&gt;Mas vejo vida no paraiso perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o romantico da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Sinto as estações e quero&lt;br /&gt;quando chega a luz do raiar o dia&lt;br /&gt;ir embora com você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-9201802639543523995?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/9201802639543523995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/sou-noturno-sou-noturno-romantico-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/9201802639543523995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/9201802639543523995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/sou-noturno-sou-noturno-romantico-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpWnuyY0GPI/AAAAAAAAADI/25ja30YLQHA/s72-c/vinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-24497166220729333</id><published>2009-08-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:45:52.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpWCcpIRxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/4c5g9bMd1oo/s1600-h/queroli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374345158925076210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpWCcpIRxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/4c5g9bMd1oo/s320/queroli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amor pra vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero a lua sorrateira nesta noite&lt;br /&gt;voar no ar pelas nuvens em fileiras&lt;br /&gt;e dizer coisas que faça a tua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amor pra vida inteira”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero você também nas horas vazias&lt;br /&gt;Quando o dia parecer estranho&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que não foi engano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amor pra vida inteira”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero você na cama&lt;br /&gt;pra afogar na tua língua doce de macieira&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer da solidão das cordilheiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amor pra vida inteira”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-24497166220729333?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/24497166220729333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-pra-vida-inteira-eu-quero-lua_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/24497166220729333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/24497166220729333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-pra-vida-inteira-eu-quero-lua_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpWCcpIRxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/4c5g9bMd1oo/s72-c/queroli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-7414600765668125289</id><published>2009-08-26T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:23:16.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpV9fEZvPfI/AAAAAAAAACo/0th_XDUyDlc/s1600-h/Z14dnyxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374339703047667186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpV9fEZvPfI/AAAAAAAAACo/0th_XDUyDlc/s320/Z14dnyxa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei bem o que digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me atormento&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem o que eu digo&lt;br /&gt;quando vem você&lt;br /&gt;no meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;o nosso caminho na areia&lt;br /&gt;pelo mar foi desfeito&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem o que eu digo&lt;br /&gt;quando vem você no meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atormento-me&lt;br /&gt;pois prometemos&lt;br /&gt;de seguirmos juntos para sempre&lt;br /&gt;mas veio o vento e levou&lt;br /&gt;os nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e deixando apenas o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem bem o que digo&lt;br /&gt;quando vem você no meu pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-7414600765668125289?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/7414600765668125289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/sei-bem-o-que-digo-me-atormento-sei-bem_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7414600765668125289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/7414600765668125289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/sei-bem-o-que-digo-me-atormento-sei-bem_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpV9fEZvPfI/AAAAAAAAACo/0th_XDUyDlc/s72-c/Z14dnyxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8008775984041999398</id><published>2009-08-26T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:13:32.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374367627276852258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpWW4eQyHCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yjFzkx-T4Ro/s320/641215875_8c62715591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mariana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela acena e dança...&lt;br /&gt;Dança uma valsa frenética e me olha com olhos&lt;br /&gt;de gulosa&lt;br /&gt;Doce Mariana rodopia e segura no mastro&lt;br /&gt;e relembra os tempos de infância&lt;br /&gt;Ela baila, dança e desliza suave agora&lt;br /&gt;mais ainda olha o chantily com olhos de gulosa&lt;br /&gt;Doce Mariana...&lt;br /&gt;Dance...dance...dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Essa poesia é para a Mariana que numa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dessas cuidou de mim de coração"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8008775984041999398?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SpWW4eQyHCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yjFzkx-T4Ro/s72-c/641215875_8c62715591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-5526494309980334445</id><published>2009-08-26T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:12:37.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venta muito à noite&lt;br /&gt;e eu quero o frio&lt;br /&gt;da solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não pense que a solidão&lt;br /&gt;é só um sinal de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;pois não é não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venta muito à noite&lt;br /&gt;e penso em você&lt;br /&gt;na contramão&lt;br /&gt;mas o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;não me tortura&lt;br /&gt;como antes&lt;br /&gt;no inverno e no verão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5526494309980334445?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5526494309980334445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/solidao-venta-muito-noite-e-eu-quero-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5526494309980334445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5526494309980334445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/solidao-venta-muito-noite-e-eu-quero-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8025039420788622670</id><published>2009-08-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:36:20.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gélido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o frio entra na alma lembro&lt;br /&gt;da solidão dos Balcãs,lembro da fumaça&lt;br /&gt;e da esperança desprendida caindo como&lt;br /&gt;uma lágrima de um rio sem vida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o vento passa e o tempo se arrasta&lt;br /&gt;percebo que as feridas ainda não foram&lt;br /&gt;devidamente cicatrizadas e vejo ao longe&lt;br /&gt;a moça com olhos de cimento, vestida de vermelho&lt;br /&gt;com estampas de flores cor de rosa...intácta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não publicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A Solidão dos Balcãs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8025039420788622670?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8025039420788622670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/gelido-quando-o-frio-entra-na-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8025039420788622670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8025039420788622670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/gelido-quando-o-frio-entra-na-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4258198375356525010</id><published>2009-08-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:16:16.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Promessas são papéis avulsos que queimam palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tudo dê errado tenho você na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dos dias frios que passamos juntos, nas tardes que sonhávamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nas noites que eram intermináveis e não conseguíamos nos largar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas são papéis avulsos que queimam palavras.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tudo dê errado sei que tenho voce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra do beijo doce e desesperado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no carro, no estacionamento do shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas são papéis avulsos que queimam palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tudo dê errado tenho voce na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sei que o nosso abandono é simplesmente matéria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na alma e no coração eu e voce se eterniza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas são papéis avulsos que queimam palavras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Extraido do pré livro ainda não lançado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"A solidão nos Balcãs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4258198375356525010?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4258198375356525010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/promessas-sao-papeis-avulsos-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4258198375356525010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4258198375356525010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/08/promessas-sao-papeis-avulsos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8152723141056198662</id><published>2009-08-10T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:52:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bom dia Bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escapada da madrugada acelero...estou com a garrafa de vinho&lt;br /&gt;aberta no carro e o som ecoa pela mente..Busco uma nova emoção&lt;br /&gt;já que nada me contenta e alivia...Quero a escuridão e preciso&lt;br /&gt;dela pra dizer quando amanhecer. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bom dia Bo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve os meus sonhos agora moça e enterre na rua da solidão&lt;br /&gt;noturna...faça a oração da natureza e se lembre do raiar da&lt;br /&gt;esperança...Mire o horizonte e verás que tudo é uma&lt;br /&gt;brincadeira de criança..um doce com sabores deveras para&lt;br /&gt;uma temporada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quero a escuridão e preciso dela&lt;br /&gt;pra dizer quando amanhecer ..&lt;/span&gt;Bom dia Bo&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8152723141056198662?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-324473545854473624</id><published>2009-07-30T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:31:06.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O meu pensamento segue com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nas horas vazias o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;segue com você&lt;br /&gt;Andando na estrada&lt;br /&gt;o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;segue com você&lt;br /&gt;O coração quer parar&lt;br /&gt;de tanta dor interna&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças não querem ir embora&lt;br /&gt;quer fazer eu seguir com você&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas vazias&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento se confunde&lt;br /&gt;o coração quer parar de bater&lt;br /&gt;de tanta dor interna&lt;br /&gt;Andando pelo nosso atalho&lt;br /&gt;o meu pensamento segue com você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-324473545854473624?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/324473545854473624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-meu-pensamento-segue-com-voce-nas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/324473545854473624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/324473545854473624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-meu-pensamento-segue-com-voce-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-1938720670299601132</id><published>2009-07-30T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:27:07.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dois&lt;br /&gt;(poema de Dexter para Digiby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fazem dois meses que estamos na auto estrada&lt;br /&gt;Dividimos o pão em dois a favor&lt;br /&gt;ou contra o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazem dois meses&lt;br /&gt;que olho nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e quero você próxima de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazem dois meses&lt;br /&gt;e ainda não consegui dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol e a lua&lt;br /&gt;se completam como eu&lt;br /&gt;e você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-1938720670299601132?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/1938720670299601132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/dois-poema-de-dexter-para-digiby-fazem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1938720670299601132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/1938720670299601132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/dois-poema-de-dexter-para-digiby-fazem.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-4980910004907913318</id><published>2009-07-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:24:59.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Álcool hidratado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os neurônios explodem&lt;br /&gt;em micro partículas&lt;br /&gt;e já não sei o caminho de casa,&lt;br /&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;The Doors e&lt;br /&gt;álcool hidratado, baby&lt;br /&gt;A mesma noite se repete sempre&lt;br /&gt;conteúdo do inconsciente vem&lt;br /&gt;à tona a todo instante&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe como é viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber se existirá o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;The Doors e&lt;br /&gt;álcool hidratado,.baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-4980910004907913318?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/4980910004907913318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/alcool-hidratado-os-neuronios-explodem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/4980910004907913318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pela mesma estrada&lt;br /&gt;E que o nosso caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Jamais será desfeito&lt;br /&gt;Balada do amor perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ser quase tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei de àries&lt;br /&gt;E você de aquário&lt;br /&gt;O sonho será refeito&lt;br /&gt;Balada do amor perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Porque o amor não pode ser desse jeito?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não construímos nossa vida assim?&lt;br /&gt;O ar não precisa ser rarefeito&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei o vinho&lt;br /&gt;E você a taça&lt;br /&gt;Você será minha&lt;br /&gt;E eu serei teu por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Balada do amor perfeito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5405292021151787671?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5405292021151787671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-8025229830403743516</id><published>2009-07-30T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:16:49.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sangrando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me em desespero&lt;br /&gt;Parece que errei mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria te perder&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo se desfez&lt;br /&gt;A noite fala por nós&lt;br /&gt;coisas que não  queremos ouvir&lt;br /&gt;O dia nos cega por hora&lt;br /&gt;sempre foi assim&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos cor de fogo intenso&lt;br /&gt;faz-me reagir&lt;br /&gt;Estamos sangrando por nada&lt;br /&gt;quem de nós&lt;br /&gt;é que quis assim&lt;br /&gt;Quem de nós    é que quis ser infeliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-8025229830403743516?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/8025229830403743516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/sangrando-o-teu-silencio-deixa-me-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8025229830403743516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/8025229830403743516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/sangrando-o-teu-silencio-deixa-me-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-2115991096199019744</id><published>2009-07-30T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:15:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Brilhante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é que brilhas&lt;br /&gt;no espaço sideral&lt;br /&gt;minha amiga estrela&lt;br /&gt;busque os confins&lt;br /&gt;do universo&lt;br /&gt;e retire o véu.&lt;br /&gt;Se é que brilhas&lt;br /&gt;ilumina a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;que devora a minha&lt;br /&gt;paixão, o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;o meu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;mais vil.&lt;br /&gt;Se é que brilhas&lt;br /&gt;minha amiga estrela&lt;br /&gt;traga-me as três&lt;br /&gt;Marias, para que&lt;br /&gt;façamos o nosso.&lt;br /&gt;banquete de signos&lt;br /&gt;na via Láctea das boas vindas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-2115991096199019744?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/2115991096199019744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/brilhante-se-e-que-brilhas-no-espaco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/2115991096199019744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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o caminho foi fácil. Andei&lt;br /&gt;e muitas vezes não encontrei&lt;br /&gt;o caminho perfeito. E isso&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me regredir no aprendizado&lt;br /&gt;e no tempo. Por mais que eu queira ser o seu guia&lt;br /&gt;tenho que aceitar que tu és um&lt;br /&gt;turbilhão que pode desencadear&lt;br /&gt;ondas jamais vista ou sentidas.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi andar por diversos&lt;br /&gt;caminhos e por muitas vezes&lt;br /&gt;briguei com o Deus Universo&lt;br /&gt;Tive os meus motivos é claro,&lt;br /&gt;mas poderia ter sido&lt;br /&gt;menos cético&lt;br /&gt;Talvez assim poderia ter enxergado&lt;br /&gt;com os olhos que não enxergam&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi andar por diversos&lt;br /&gt;caminhos, mas poderia romper&lt;br /&gt;com a paixão no intuito de construir o amor, Sim o amor que é construção em movimento!&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi andar por diversos caminhos e mesmo tudo estando contra tenho que caminhar em frente....seguindo.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-6430471493342890032?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6430471493342890032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-guia-de-almas-aprendi-andar-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6430471493342890032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6430471493342890032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-guia-de-almas-aprendi-andar-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-5546228204092558647</id><published>2009-07-28T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:52:41.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Solidão nos balcãs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Na escuridão do dia vem você&lt;br /&gt;     Minha solidão nos balcãs nada é&lt;br /&gt;     comparado ao inferno que sinto por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;     O som da agulha na vitrola arranha a minha noite,&lt;br /&gt;     o meu copo de vinho nunca foi tão amargo assim,&lt;br /&gt;     O teu rosto no pensamento, a tua língua melada,&lt;br /&gt;     e entrelaçada&lt;br /&gt;     com a minha são intocáveis e incontáveis&lt;br /&gt;     desmedida do tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-5546228204092558647?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/5546228204092558647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao-nos-balcas-na-escuridao-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5546228204092558647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/5546228204092558647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao-nos-balcas-na-escuridao-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-849576669827902471</id><published>2009-07-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:49:37.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A casa de Lis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol ilumina, mas não entra&lt;br /&gt;pela janela da casa de Lis&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio e as cinzas no cinzeiro,&lt;br /&gt;um incenso floral&lt;br /&gt;e um som underground&lt;br /&gt;na cedezeira da casa de Lis&lt;br /&gt;A noite chega sorrateira&lt;br /&gt;e ela não percebe que a luminosidade&lt;br /&gt;se foi.&lt;br /&gt;O computador não computa mais&lt;br /&gt;e a garrafa de vinho secou,&lt;br /&gt;Na casa de Lis o sol não se põe,&lt;br /&gt;as estrelas não brilham,&lt;br /&gt;o amor se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;e a noite calou&lt;br /&gt;mas a casa de Lis&lt;br /&gt;Continua intacta&lt;br /&gt;“A casa de Lis continua intacta”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-849576669827902471?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/849576669827902471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/casa-de-lis-o-sol-ilumina-mas-nao-entra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/849576669827902471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/849576669827902471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/casa-de-lis-o-sol-ilumina-mas-nao-entra.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-6969558802487473705</id><published>2009-07-28T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:48:04.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A solidão  de Lili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O inverno não cessou__ congelou o vento sorrateiro no jardim da casa de Lili. Contida no seu mundo aceita apenas o destino que não cicatrizou.&lt;br /&gt;Sua verdade reles fantasia do imaginário era melhor do que a realidade dura e cortante.&lt;br /&gt;A chuva caiu tão fina e ácida, e a solidão veio e se alojou, sem amor, apenas com lágrimas. Sua fantasia reles verdade do concreto paralelo que um dia desabou no chão sem estrelas e com a escuridão. O seu interno terno no inverno tão dilacerador, o mundo perverso que  se purificou,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim ela continua tentando&lt;br /&gt;Viver nos dois mundos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-6969558802487473705?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/6969558802487473705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao-de-lili-o-inverno-nao-cessou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6969558802487473705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/6969558802487473705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao-de-lili-o-inverno-nao-cessou.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3268573140411971023</id><published>2009-07-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:16:17.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Verdes vales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu passo no caminho pantanoso&lt;br /&gt;e ela está olhando o futuro que nunca vem...&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda sonha com os verdes vales de outono&lt;br /&gt;e a brisa gelada da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Eu passo no caminho pantanoso&lt;br /&gt;e ela não se encontra mais no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;talvez perdeu a magia do existir&lt;br /&gt;e de me esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Extraido do livro ainda não lançado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Na rua da solidão noturna"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3268573140411971023?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3268573140411971023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdes-vales-eu-passo-no-caminho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3268573140411971023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3268573140411971023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdes-vales-eu-passo-no-caminho.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3475787625646381074</id><published>2009-07-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:42:59.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aos que um dia brindaram a madrugada com vinho na taça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nunca me prendi na poesia a algum tema, sempre escrevi sobre tudo que me cerca, mas não posso negar que uma boa relação ou um romance tem o meu apreço. A questão maior é que essa relação é uma das mais complexas e os seus mecanismos que envolvem tudo isso traz um aprendizado e tanto. Por outro lado nenhuma poesia que escrevi são de ordem apenas criativa, na verdade são estórias da minha vida. Não conseguiria escrever sobre algo que não tivesse sentido e experienciado. Sou um poeta que vive toda a sua poesia...Sou um poeta da relação psicológica como disse Digiby minha grande amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Bem preciso agora viver mais um pouco, para escrever mais....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3475787625646381074?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3475787625646381074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/aos-que-um-dia-brindaram-madrugada-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3475787625646381074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3475787625646381074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/aos-que-um-dia-brindaram-madrugada-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947460457619536270.post-3630154491790735545</id><published>2009-07-15T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:40:33.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Romance nas trevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meu bem as flores estão mortas no quintal da nossa casa&lt;br /&gt; e aquelas fotos ainda não foram deletadas da máquina de registrar alegria e tristeza e nem aquele curta metragem que fizemos juntos corrompeu com o tempo a imagem de nós dois... mas meu bem a pintura da nossa vida se desbotou e como repintar tudo isso agora?&lt;br /&gt;As flores continuam mortas no jardim da nossa casa e as lembranças estão trancafiadas no inconsciente e as vezes, em raras vezes vem a tona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1947460457619536270-3630154491790735545?l=aurielfilho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/feeds/3630154491790735545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/romance-nas-trevas-meu-bem-as-flores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3630154491790735545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1947460457619536270/posts/default/3630154491790735545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurielfilho.blogspot.com/2009/07/romance-nas-trevas-meu-bem-as-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>Na Rua da Solidão Noturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16473488726350512944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RoeQguzYOs4/SfX5f6ZEN0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I7vb7Ndf1qE/S220/FOTO+BLOG+-+Auriel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
