<?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-6292854879300474639</id><updated>2012-01-13T14:08:00.524-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sussurros Solitários</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-3185795086568078530</id><published>2011-07-18T23:43:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:19:14.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos queridos ex-amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pensei em você hoje. Fui ao cinema sozinho e lembrei da última vez em que fizemos isso juntos. É realmente estranha a sensação de não ter você por perto. E de saber que, possivelmente, nunca mais terei. Mais estranho ainda é pensar que, hoje, eu estou bem com esta idéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Não que sejamos inimigos. Passamos tantos maravilhosos momentos juntos que isso jamais seria possível. Mas às vezes a vida segue rumos que não planejamos e acabamos assim. Simplesmente separados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoje você tem a sua vida, eu tenho a minha e uma não tem absolutamente nada a ver com a outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;E está tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Isto não é sobre romper relações. É sobre seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Talvez, um dia, nossos filhos até estudem na mesma escola e nós acabemos saindo para tomar um café e rindo dos velhos tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Foram tantos bons momentos, não é? Alguns me arrancam risadas até hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mas os momentos passaram e o que resta são lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Não me entenda mal. Não é que eu não faça questão da sua presença na minha vida. Mas hoje eu vejo que tenho (ou preciso ter) outras prioridades assim como você. E está tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Não pense que vou te esquecer. Um dia, vou contar aos meus filhos sobre pessoas que foram muito especiais para mim e vou mencionar o seu nome e eles vão perguntar porque não somos mais amigos. E eu provavelmente vou dizer que não faço a mínima idéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Talvez nem seja assim e eu esteja "viajando", como você tantas vezes me disse. Talvez daqui um ano nos reencontremos e tudo volte a ser como antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mas se isso não acontecer, saiba que sempre guardarei nossos momentos no lugar mais reservado do meu coração e que desejo que você realize todos aqueles sonhos sobre os quais você costumava me contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Boa sorte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Achei que este texto, escrito agora no meio de uma brainstorm, seria a maneira perfeita de fechar uma era e finalizar este blog. Nos vemos numa outra vida. Até mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292854879300474639-3185795086568078530?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/3185795086568078530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=3185795086568078530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/3185795086568078530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/3185795086568078530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2011/07/aos-queridos-ex-amigos.html' title='Aos queridos ex-amigos...'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-7063094040742568581</id><published>2011-03-21T20:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:57:20.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Controle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sinto que perdi o controle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tudo passa por mim e não desejo nada disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Quero mudar de rumo, mudar de estratégia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ouço vozes que não solicitei, vejo imagens que não quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E essa angústia vai me consumindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Como minha vida ficou assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Não tenho mais forças nem pra me levantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Preciso recuperar o controle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ou será que nunca mais mudarei o canal da minha TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292854879300474639-7063094040742568581?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/7063094040742568581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=7063094040742568581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/7063094040742568581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/7063094040742568581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-controle.html' title='Sem Controle'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-5936488621149767332</id><published>2009-07-21T00:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:16:57.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interrogação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um vácuo, um nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou tudo pra mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um momento, um instante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma era glacial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei quem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem sei quando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei apenas que és&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um ser desumano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que amo às cegas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez ninguém saiba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pura pretensão minha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querer desvendar tal mistério.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me aventurando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em caminhos tortuosos que já foram percorridos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que já foram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo rastros, pegadas dolorosas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tudo o que vejo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos, sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fortes como um Leão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São invisíveis a mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas pra que lutar contra isso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que é inútil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplesmente me deixo levar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por esses caminhos sem volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que levam a um precipício&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De onde me atirarei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por confiar unicamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naquilo que não posso decifrar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você.&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/6292854879300474639-5936488621149767332?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/5936488621149767332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=5936488621149767332&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/5936488621149767332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/5936488621149767332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2009/07/interrogacao.html' title='Interrogação'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-3519682290460512416</id><published>2009-06-07T13:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:41:23.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre café e cigarros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khh1wqweorA/SZX2uwFsdRI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yoCsX8I2GH8/s400/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o%2Be.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khh1wqweorA/SZX2uwFsdRI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yoCsX8I2GH8/s400/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o%2Be.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ah! Se eu pudesse resumir minha vida a uma palavra, no momento seria "ansiedade".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tenho sido tão precipitado e passo a vida dando com os burros n'água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não tenho culpa se não sei o que fazer! A maioria das pessoas não sabe... E quando sabem, não fazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ao passo que para me livrar da solidão, acabo por me dividir entre vários possíveis amores imaginários. Incompletos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Daí vez ou outra tenho que me esquivar entre um e outro e fugir... Só para poder estar mais perto. Paradoxal, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mas quem vive, entende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;De um lado o sonho dourado. A idealização dos meus desejos mais secretos (e ardentes). Personificação de um eu ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Do outro, a segurança. A certeza. A realidade.E o amor... Ah! O amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sempre é esse desgraçado que vem desgraçar minha vida por uma vida ou outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E aí, para complicar, o passado se revela. Em carne e osso. E quanta carne, meu Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E então, o que faço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Deito-me no sofá com uma xícara de café, alguns poucos cigarros e vou ver televisão...&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/6292854879300474639-3519682290460512416?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/3519682290460512416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=3519682290460512416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/3519682290460512416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/3519682290460512416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2009/06/sobre-cafe-e-cigarros.html' title='Sobre café e cigarros...'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khh1wqweorA/SZX2uwFsdRI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yoCsX8I2GH8/s72-c/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o%2Be.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-1322451796111483711</id><published>2009-01-28T00:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:24:08.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor fraterno?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fala pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;Tempão sem postar, né?&lt;br /&gt;Passei por um período de seca, mas estou aqui de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Novo ano, novas emoções, não é?&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, FELIZ 2009 pra quem quer que frequente (agora sem trema) este blog solitário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Amar é admirar com o coração; admirar é amar com o espírito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Théophile Gautier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SX_ATQJwZUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sIveOSnu_z8/s1600-h/1573982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296163123796927810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SX_ATQJwZUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sIveOSnu_z8/s320/1573982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor Fraterno?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;por &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quase num fim de noite&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao certo o que penso&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei ao certo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Mas penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Vale muito pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não sabe disso&lt;br /&gt;E se soubesse&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não estaria ao meu lado agora&lt;br /&gt;Me culpo por isso&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao certo o que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;Nem se é amor&lt;br /&gt;E teimo em confundir tudo&lt;br /&gt;Coisas totalmente diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é dizer se é real&lt;br /&gt;O que a minha mente teima em imaginar&lt;br /&gt;E pensar que não pensas em mim&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é saber se é normal&lt;br /&gt;Sentir aquilo que não posso sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto...&lt;br /&gt;E sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292854879300474639-1322451796111483711?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/1322451796111483711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=1322451796111483711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/1322451796111483711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/1322451796111483711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor-fraterno.html' title='Amor fraterno?'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SX_ATQJwZUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sIveOSnu_z8/s72-c/1573982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-4833533416670671874</id><published>2008-08-20T00:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:51:48.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca Mais (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fala galeraa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nem sei por que estou postando só agora, mas resolvi postar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Não é dos melhores, mas vai lá... rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"O amor-próprio é um balão cheio de vento, do qual saem tempestades quando o picam." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;   - Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SKuTDcEishI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KAPQD7dHqlQ/s1600-h/2475516631_4fce83cf88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440679032467986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SKuTDcEishI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KAPQD7dHqlQ/s320/2475516631_4fce83cf88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca Mais (?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Às vezes eu não me entendo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu te odeio!&lt;br /&gt;Odeio seu jeito de ser, sua forma de [não] lidar com os sentimentos das pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;E como tudo se repete num ciclo sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui eu, amanhã será outro e depois outro e outro e outro e outro...&lt;br /&gt;Odeio como, mesmo assim, as coisas dão certo pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Odeio ter a certeza de que sempre vão existir corações desavisados lhe servindo de alimento.&lt;br /&gt;Tento acreditar que, um dia, a vida lhe cobrará tantas vidas que roubastes e que, neste dia, você aprenderá com os erros do passado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;E eu odeio saber disso.&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu odeie todas essas coisas, assim mesmo tu me prendes.&lt;br /&gt;Odeio ir dormir chorando por saber que estás com outro e odeio não saber por que me sinto assim.&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu repita pra mim mesmo que superei suas lembranças, sua imagem ainda vem à minha cabeça quando fecho meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Que feitiço jogastes em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Odeio não poder exorcisar este sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe... às vezes eu não me entendo...&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/6292854879300474639-4833533416670671874?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/4833533416670671874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=4833533416670671874&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/4833533416670671874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/4833533416670671874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/08/nunca-mais.html' title='Nunca Mais (?)'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SKuTDcEishI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KAPQD7dHqlQ/s72-c/2475516631_4fce83cf88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-8176627521468680215</id><published>2008-05-17T14:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:50:09.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro Dedos de Impotência</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fala galeraa!!! Tô numa baita abstinência criativa, então tô passando só pra não deixar muito tempo sem postar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"O mais livre de todos os homens é aquele que consegue ser livre na própria escravidão." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- François Fénelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SC8YmeSXAzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wlOllXPprWk/s1600-h/censura.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201403143880377138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SC8YmeSXAzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wlOllXPprWk/s320/censura.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro Dedos de Impotência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero gritar, mas não posso&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar, mas não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar, mas não quero&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar, mas não grito...&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/6292854879300474639-8176627521468680215?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8176627521468680215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=8176627521468680215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8176627521468680215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8176627521468680215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/05/quatro-dedos-de-impotncia.html' title='Quatro Dedos de Impotência'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SC8YmeSXAzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wlOllXPprWk/s72-c/censura.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-8607190372088158122</id><published>2008-05-05T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:23:20.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Sem-Sentidos do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala povo!!!! Não gosto muito dessa poesia não, mas é a única que eu tenho hoje pra mandar pro meu amor!!! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Como são sábios aqueles que se entregam às loucuras do amor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Joshua Cooke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Sentidos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y219/IsabelF/Sentidos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os Sem-Sentidos do Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tua presença me desperta os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E faz meu corpo, de êxtase, delirar&lt;br /&gt;São mãos, olhos, narinas, boca e ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Todos unidos no propósito de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tocando devagar seu talhe moreno&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a pureza e a maciez de sua tez&lt;br /&gt;Me perco nas curvas de seu corpo pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Que, displicente, provoca minha insensatez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vejo em seus olhos o brilho róseo do amor&lt;br /&gt;Neles enxergo as belas cores da aurora&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar visões de teu corpo sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;É o que me faz querer nunca mais ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Doce hipnose quando teu perfume me bate&lt;br /&gt;Me vêm os cheiros de minha infância feliz&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de páginas de revista, de bombas de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Lembram-me que te ter é tudo que eu sempre quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teus lábios têm o gosto do mais puro mel&lt;br /&gt;E é o gosto dos teus beijos que me faz flutuar&lt;br /&gt;Descendo pela garganta, me levando até o céu&lt;br /&gt;Me jogando no inferno, no inferno de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O som da tua voz arrepia meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;A música do teu corpo me faz querer viver&lt;br /&gt;O ruído dos teus beijos me faz desejar tê-los&lt;br /&gt;E depois que os tenho, nunca mais esquecer...&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/6292854879300474639-8607190372088158122?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8607190372088158122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=8607190372088158122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8607190372088158122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8607190372088158122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-sem-sentidos-do-amor.html' title='Os Sem-Sentidos do Amor'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-538422364101533339</id><published>2008-05-04T11:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:29:08.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fala pessoal!! Mais uma recém-tirada do forno... Espero que gostem... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: Dedicada pra você, que não sai da minha cabeça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Quando amamos, queremos que nossos defeitos permaneçam ocultos, não por vaidade, mas porque o objeto amado não deve sofrer. Sim, aquele que ama desejaria aparecer como um deus, e isto não por vaidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SB3F9NrBQhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L5AkKpyntCo/s1600-h/espelho%2Bquebrado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196527200488210962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SB3F9NrBQhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L5AkKpyntCo/s320/espelho%2Bquebrado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reflexos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em espelhos quebrados, todos nós temos imagens tortas&lt;br /&gt;Em espelhos quebrados, vemos muito e muitos de nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Espelhos quebrados de imagens sujas&lt;br /&gt;Nos mostram o que não queremos ver&lt;br /&gt;Espelhos quebrados quebram nossa perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Nosso divino ser e estar&lt;br /&gt;Em espelhos quebrados somos apenas espectros&lt;br /&gt;Formas distorcidas de quem nunca fomos&lt;br /&gt;Somos portanto, nossos próprios espelhos quebrados&lt;br /&gt;Somos apenas a imagem refletida&lt;br /&gt;Distorcida&lt;br /&gt;De quem realmente queremos ser...&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/6292854879300474639-538422364101533339?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/538422364101533339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=538422364101533339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/538422364101533339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/538422364101533339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflexos.html' title='Reflexos'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SB3F9NrBQhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L5AkKpyntCo/s72-c/espelho%2Bquebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-6002079170131164716</id><published>2008-05-03T20:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:24:17.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[En] Canto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fala povoo!! Essa poesia de hoje foi feita durante minha estada nessa sexta-feira no sítio da minha família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Especialmente pra você que têm feito esses dias valerem à pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"As feridas da alma são curadas com carinho, atenção e paz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- Machado de Assis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ideotario.com/blog500_bw_solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ideotario.com/blog500_bw_solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[En]Canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O cheiro doce da grama molhada&lt;br /&gt;Sobe devagar pelas minhas narinas&lt;br /&gt;E, devagar, meu pensamento voa&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você?&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Não posso parar de pensar&lt;br /&gt;É sua perfeita lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Que faz minha mente fugir deste lugar&lt;br /&gt;Doces melodias invadem meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;E o coro dos pássaros me faz lembrar você&lt;br /&gt;E canto...&lt;br /&gt;Um canto lindo, cantado só pra ti&lt;br /&gt;Incoerente, canto...&lt;br /&gt;Impossível, canto...&lt;br /&gt;Irresistível canto...&lt;br /&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/6292854879300474639-6002079170131164716?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/6002079170131164716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=6002079170131164716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/6002079170131164716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/6002079170131164716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/05/en-canto.html' title='[En] Canto'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-8997722464979996741</id><published>2008-05-01T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:29:08.598-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, Vocês e Minhas Lágrimas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Apenas leiam... preciso que leiam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lembre-se: ninguém é um fracasso se tem amigos..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Henry Travers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caindonareal.blog-se.com.br/blog/images/users/8183/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://caindonareal.blog-se.com.br/blog/images/users/8183/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu, Vocês e Minhas Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sentado em frente ao meu computador&lt;br /&gt;Trancado dentro do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Vazio&lt;br /&gt;As paredes zombam de mim&lt;br /&gt;Estampam minha solidão diante dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão meus velhos amigos?&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo suas vidas, talvez?&lt;br /&gt;Sem mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não faço parte&lt;br /&gt;Descartável como um pedaço de papel&lt;br /&gt;Onde lê-se uma doce poesia&lt;br /&gt;Triste&lt;br /&gt;Em letras miúdas, suplico amor,&lt;br /&gt;Carinho, atenção&lt;br /&gt;Mas não imploro&lt;br /&gt;Meu orgulho não permite&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho?&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho de que?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que tenho são minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Minhas únicas e verdadeiras companheiras&lt;br /&gt;O que mais posso fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro...&lt;br /&gt;E choro...&lt;br /&gt;E choro...&lt;br /&gt;Para me unir a mim mesmo outra vez...&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/6292854879300474639-8997722464979996741?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8997722464979996741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=8997722464979996741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8997722464979996741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8997722464979996741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-vocs-e-minhas-lgrimas.html' title='Eu, Vocês e Minhas Lágrimas...'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-8343647247235293051</id><published>2008-05-01T17:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:43:29.194-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fala galeraa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Passando pra deixar aqui um poema recém-saído do forno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Espero que gostem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Conhece-te a ti mesmo e conhecerás o universo e os deuses."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sócrates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aspas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conhecer é verbo&lt;br /&gt;Pois aquele que conhece&lt;br /&gt;Também se faz conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Verbo no infinitivo&lt;br /&gt;Infinito&lt;br /&gt;Pensar? Atividade altruísta...&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer é doar-se ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;E fazê-lo seu anjo-da-guarda&lt;br /&gt;Todo conhecer é visceral&lt;br /&gt;Dói, machuca, queima&lt;br /&gt;Mas liberta&lt;br /&gt;É o mundo te libertando dele mesmo&lt;br /&gt;De sua forma&lt;br /&gt;De suas certezas&lt;br /&gt;De sua irrisão&lt;br /&gt;Todo conhecimento é livre&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode dominá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Pois quem realmente conhece&lt;br /&gt;Não conhece a nada&lt;br /&gt;Nem a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Conhecimento, objeto misântropo...&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/6292854879300474639-8343647247235293051?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8343647247235293051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=8343647247235293051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8343647247235293051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8343647247235293051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/05/aspas.html' title='Aspas'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-7852632100634063338</id><published>2008-04-30T23:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:24:57.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carla</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fala pessoal!! Hoje tô aqui pra postaruma poesia que fiz pra uma amiga que faz muita faltaaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Carlinhaaa!!! Te amooo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Existem três coisas que os homens podem fazer com as mulheres: amá-las, sofrer por elas, ou torná-las literatura.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Stephen Stills &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAABI8zhQQ8hD9w4x7rcfI0Ylnn_8T4PJO_EeuUP6jZ5YEupEgH0ZYgNVH_dptyGT3-ra-jG5V9ip8Gsbdh4mq-mcAJtU9VA4WKHHE1XcmnE274ZO9ua3h27udw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="396" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums/ATgAAABI8zhQQ8hD9w4x7rcfI0Ylnn_8T4PJO_EeuUP6jZ5YEupEgH0ZYgNVH_dptyGT3-ra-jG5V9ip8Gsbdh4mq-mcAJtU9VA4WKHHE1XcmnE274ZO9ua3h27udw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sonhos reais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E um brilho no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma leva de sentimentos puros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que seduzem aos poucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Corações desavisados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que cruzam o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desta menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desta mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deste anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anjo da guarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anjo protetor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anjo da luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luz que provém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deste brilho no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que inspira a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A recitarem coisas lindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lindas como a aurora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lindas como o arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lindas como a natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lindas como Carla...&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/6292854879300474639-7852632100634063338?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/7852632100634063338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=7852632100634063338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/7852632100634063338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/7852632100634063338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/carla.html' title='Carla'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-1319548080038257256</id><published>2008-04-28T13:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:33:22.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'>História de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala pessoal... A partir de hoje, temos novidade aqui no Sussurros! A partir de agora, todas as poesias virão acompanhadas de uma citação que se encaixe no tema...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! E proveitando, eu continuo pedindo encarecidamente que vocês COMENTEM as poesias... Vocês não têm noção do quão importantes são os comentários deixados aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Abraços!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Pensando em fazer, pensando em fazer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Se passaram 20 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não consegui, não consegui... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Se passaram 20 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ai porque não fiz, ai porque não fiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Se passaram 20 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Assim, se passaram 60 anos. Esta é a biografia de uma vida vazia..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- ditado tibetano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://searadecores.no.sapo.pt/cantos/sixth-sense.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://searadecores.no.sapo.pt/cantos/sixth-sense.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;História de Mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero engolir o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ler todos os livros que já escreveram&lt;br /&gt;Dançar todas as danças que já fizeram&lt;br /&gt;Quero conhecer a Tailândia, a Patagônia...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero votar pra presidente!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero plantar um filho,&lt;br /&gt;Escrever uma árvore,&lt;br /&gt;Ter um livro!&lt;br /&gt;Quero todas as alegrias&lt;br /&gt;E tristezas&lt;br /&gt;E desgraças que esperam por mim&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer a diferença&lt;br /&gt;Dividir a história&lt;br /&gt;Em A.M. e D.M.&lt;br /&gt;Antes e Depois de Mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292854879300474639-1319548080038257256?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/1319548080038257256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=1319548080038257256&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/1319548080038257256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/1319548080038257256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/histria-de-mim.html' title='História de Mim'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-8521849695059721777</id><published>2008-04-27T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:48:10.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor [te]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fala galera!! Cansei das poesias água-com-açúcar... Vamos voltar a uma poesia que marcou muito uma certa fase da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zimzoo.com/recados/coracoes/images/z-coracoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zimzoo.com/recados/coracoes/images/z-coracoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor [te]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu era tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;E você apareceu&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me viajar&lt;br /&gt;Tirando-me do lugar&lt;br /&gt;Pondo-me aqui&lt;br /&gt;Neste quarto vazio&lt;br /&gt;Com as mesmas músicas&lt;br /&gt;Com as mesmas cartas&lt;br /&gt;Cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca recebi&lt;br /&gt;Falta algo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Olho em outros olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que passam por mim&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma delas é você&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma delas me traz você&lt;br /&gt;E morro aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Aos perceber que nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;É bom o bastante&lt;br /&gt;Depois que experimentei você&lt;br /&gt;Depois que senti&lt;br /&gt;O calor dos teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;De suas mãos e braços&lt;br /&gt;Então sofro e choro&lt;br /&gt;Por eu ter sido para você&lt;br /&gt;Apenas mais uma&lt;br /&gt;Paixão de ocasião&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor, amar-te&lt;br /&gt;É amar a morte...&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/6292854879300474639-8521849695059721777?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8521849695059721777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=8521849695059721777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8521849695059721777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8521849695059721777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/amor-te.html' title='Amor [te]'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02840001857165659904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-6617648205535671823</id><published>2008-04-26T19:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:03:15.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto da Meia Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala povo!! Tô aqui passando pra deixar mais uma das minhas poesias... Essa é uma das mais antigas que eu tenho... Por favor NÃO FIQUE COM &lt;em&gt;VERGONHA&lt;/em&gt; DE COMENTAR!! SEU COMENTÁRIO É MUITO IMPORTANTE PRA MIM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sulamita.linuxchix.org.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/blue_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sulamita.linuxchix.org.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/blue_moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Canto da Meia-Noi&lt;/span&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vá-te embora lua prateada&lt;br /&gt;Pare de tentar alegrar&lt;br /&gt;Minhas amargas noites frias&lt;br /&gt;Saia daqui, mágico orbe&lt;br /&gt;E me deixe aqui chorando&lt;br /&gt;As saudades de um amor que não vivi&lt;br /&gt;Leva contigo teu dourado irmão&lt;br /&gt;Para que o dia pereça sobre a noite&lt;br /&gt;E, na gélida escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Minha amada inexistente&lt;br /&gt;Não veja as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que não derramei&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/6292854879300474639-6617648205535671823?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/6617648205535671823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=6617648205535671823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/6617648205535671823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/6617648205535671823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/canto-da-meia-noite.html' title='Canto da Meia Noite'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-2796778110821625951</id><published>2008-04-25T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:45:47.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema Mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala povo! Hj vim dar uma bronca!!! Pow, pouquíssima gente comenta aqui... e por falta de comentários eu já pensei algumas vezes em deletar o blog... então, gente.... COMENTA, PORRA!!! auhauhhauhu Tô brincando, I love you guys, mas comenta vai?? Quem entrar e não comentar vai perder o sorteio do Celta e da viagem a Fernando de Noronha...&lt;br /&gt;ps: é mentira viu?? rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, vamos ao que nos trouxe aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.restart.pt/newsletter/mail/WKS06.07/PromocaoCinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.restart.pt/newsletter/mail/WKS06.07/PromocaoCinema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cinema Mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em uma noite fria de verão&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida se exibe diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Entre cacos, fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;De vidas e versos predispostos entre si&lt;br /&gt;Vejo luzes, janelas, almas&lt;br /&gt;Âncias e anceios de um eu passado&lt;br /&gt;Vejo meus caminhos e percursos solitários&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos que nunca percorri&lt;br /&gt;Ou que me arrependi de percorrer&lt;br /&gt;Ouço um sussurro abafado pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Que me remete àqueles gritos que não dei&lt;br /&gt;Mas as lágrimas, continuam a rolar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo continua a girar&lt;br /&gt;E as putas de todas as praias continuam a dançar...&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/6292854879300474639-2796778110821625951?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/2796778110821625951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=2796778110821625951&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/2796778110821625951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/2796778110821625951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/fala-povo-hj-vim-dar-uma-bronca-pow.html' title='Cinema Mudo'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-6532277378653191027</id><published>2008-04-21T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:43:35.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Letras</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Faaala pessoal! Com o sucesso da última poesia, resolvi postar outra hoje mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Essa aí também é um pouco mais light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;COMENTEM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SA0tP9rBQYI/AAAAAAAAACo/3d7uO46aXV8/s1600-h/caderno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191855697704337794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SA0tP9rBQYI/AAAAAAAAACo/3d7uO46aXV8/s320/caderno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinto o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto calado&lt;br /&gt;Me desespero e grito&lt;br /&gt;Mas não produzo som algum&lt;br /&gt;Minhas páginas em branco&lt;br /&gt;São meus melhores amigos&lt;br /&gt;Elas não me olham censurando&lt;br /&gt;Cada pequeno traço que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Das linhas certas dos poemas certos&lt;br /&gt;De minha vida torta&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso mentir para páginas em branco&lt;br /&gt;Nem preciso demonstrar valores que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Para elas, sou eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Em minha mais pura forma&lt;br /&gt;Com minha cara lavada em lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E meu desespero atravessado&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho entre essas páginas em branco&lt;br /&gt;Procurando, no fundo, um tesouro escondido&lt;br /&gt;Tesouro cuja face desconheço&lt;br /&gt;Um eu mesmo perdido em misérias&lt;br /&gt;Contusões e controvérsias que a vida me aplicou&lt;br /&gt;Emoções subversivas&lt;br /&gt;Que escondo sobre minha falsa face&lt;br /&gt;Falsa face de nós todos&lt;br /&gt;Falsa face de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Mim mesmo? Não me conheço...&lt;/span&gt;&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/6292854879300474639-6532277378653191027?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/6532277378653191027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=6532277378653191027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/6532277378653191027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/6532277378653191027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/faaala-pessoal-com-o-sucesso-da-ltima.html' title='Letras'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SA0tP9rBQYI/AAAAAAAAACo/3d7uO46aXV8/s72-c/caderno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-5088574721670816273</id><published>2008-04-21T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:44:03.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Gosto Mesmo é de Quem Tá Fora</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fala pessoal! Tem gente reclamando que eu ando postando poesias muito pesadas aqui... huahuauhauha Então hoje eu vou postar uma um pouco mais light...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAzAgN5FrrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5kmEjS80_N4/s1600-h/angela+bismarchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736130168794802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAzAgN5FrrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5kmEjS80_N4/s320/angela+bismarchi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu Gosto Mesmo é de Quem tá Fora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will Sartori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu gosto mesmo é de quem tá fora&lt;br /&gt;Fora-da-lei, fora da moda&lt;br /&gt;Do enquadre&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de quem não gosta&lt;br /&gt;De nada disso ou de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a beleza no que é feio&lt;br /&gt;O que é bonito não me atrai&lt;br /&gt;O que é bonito?&lt;br /&gt;O que você pensa que é bonito?&lt;br /&gt;O que você pensa?&lt;br /&gt;O que pensam por você?&lt;br /&gt;O que pensam de você?&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é sagrada&lt;br /&gt;E eu gosto é do profano!&lt;br /&gt;Do suburbano&lt;br /&gt;Dos becos sem saída&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto mesmo é de quem tá fora&lt;br /&gt;O que tá fora é mais interessante&lt;br /&gt;É o proibido que me fascina&lt;br /&gt;Fique então com seus dogmas!&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vou gozar a estranheza da vida...&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/6292854879300474639-5088574721670816273?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/5088574721670816273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=5088574721670816273&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/5088574721670816273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/5088574721670816273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/fala-pessoal-tem-gente-reclamando-que.html' title='Eu Gosto Mesmo é de Quem Tá Fora'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAzAgN5FrrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5kmEjS80_N4/s72-c/angela+bismarchi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-8228404774831955541</id><published>2008-04-19T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:44:24.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Consolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala pessoal!!!! Tô passando aqui pra deixar mais uns rabiscos... Deixem aí um palavrão qualquer só pra dizer que vcs visitaram, né?&lt;br /&gt;abraçOs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191106303279607426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAqDrd5FroI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uR3MWqeNaUw/s320/Rosa%2BMurcha%2B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Consolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; Will Sartori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor.&lt;br /&gt;Findou-se a mais bela rosa&lt;br /&gt;Do jardim de minha vida&lt;br /&gt;A mais intensa estrela&lt;br /&gt;Apagou-se no céu&lt;br /&gt;A aurora já não me aquece mais&lt;br /&gt;As palavras do poeta&lt;br /&gt;Tornaram-se pífias&lt;br /&gt;As cores do arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram para trás&lt;br /&gt;Acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Agora espero.&lt;br /&gt;Espero a hora próxima&lt;br /&gt;De meu último suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Para que possa, com amor,&lt;br /&gt;De novo repousar em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando teus olhos se fecharam&lt;br /&gt;Foi como se fechassem&lt;br /&gt;Também os meus...&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/6292854879300474639-8228404774831955541?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8228404774831955541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=8228404774831955541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8228404774831955541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8228404774831955541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/das-antigas.html' title='Consolo'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAqDrd5FroI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uR3MWqeNaUw/s72-c/Rosa%2BMurcha%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-3972686155938833290</id><published>2008-04-15T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:12:14.932-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse da Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fala povo!! Tempinho sem postar aqui, mas agora tô voltando com tudo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Postando hoje uma poesia das antigas, mas que eu gosto muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SATelHVG0FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NHHpWD2ut6M/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189517399841755218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SATelHVG0FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NHHpWD2ut6M/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eclipse da Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; Will Sartori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choro lágrimas negras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas de costume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hábito, premência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Necessito de caos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para manter a ordem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou barco negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De vagarosas velas negras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;À deriva em um negro oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não há luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não há luz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas, no nada, tudo cabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E são seus vários tons de cinza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que iluminam meu universo de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando eu nasci, um anjo negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De negras asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E negro olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desceu e disse que eu estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Predestinado a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neste mundo negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quão grande é esta escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não se deixa esvair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelo claro brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De seus negros olhos?&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/6292854879300474639-3972686155938833290?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/3972686155938833290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=3972686155938833290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/3972686155938833290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/3972686155938833290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2008/04/eclipse-da-alma.html' title='Eclipse da Alma'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SATelHVG0FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NHHpWD2ut6M/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-7382374839175257611</id><published>2007-07-18T23:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:15:55.872-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos Quebrados</title><content type='html'>Fala povim q entra de vez em qnd no meu blog...&lt;br /&gt;Tô começando a desistir de vocês hein??&lt;br /&gt;Gtn comenta aew, eh sério... se vcs não comentam, a gnt desanima de postar aki neh...&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei mto bem q tem mto mais visitas do q comentários no meu blog...&lt;br /&gt;Então vai lah, clica nos meus "palavrões" e deixa seu recado aew dizendo q q vc achou do post, vlw?&lt;br /&gt;Hj vo deixar uma poesia aqui em homenagem à minha amiga Letícia...&lt;br /&gt;bjO Let!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/Rp7OYlJNPnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MuPHbBxTFyo/s1600-h/200517599-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088731550658150002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/Rp7OYlJNPnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MuPHbBxTFyo/s320/200517599-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tempos Quebrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;por Will Sartori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cantando à beleza da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cantando a inocência perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mais feliz não poderia ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cantando memórias quase mortas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cantando às amizades tortas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Celebrando a alegria de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pessoas que deixaram profunda saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que ainda andam peas ruas da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ruas que as minhas não mais encontrarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mas que caminham com sorrisos abertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nos vilarejos quase desertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Do reino do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amores que me fizeram morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amores que deixei de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amores que nunca amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que suspiros me arracavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que nos olhos me olhavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E cujos beijos sempre guardarei... &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/6292854879300474639-7382374839175257611?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/7382374839175257611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=7382374839175257611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/7382374839175257611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/7382374839175257611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2007/07/tempos-quebrados.html' title='Tempos Quebrados'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/Rp7OYlJNPnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MuPHbBxTFyo/s72-c/200517599-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-569468030517409</id><published>2007-07-16T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:06:39.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vívida Sabedoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala povo q passa no meu blog mas não comenta... rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempinho sem postar aqui, vou colocar uma poesia minha q uns acham PERFEITA, outros acham UMA PORCARIA...&lt;br /&gt;E você, o que acha???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/Rprtc1JNPmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/LQ3VXqt4xCg/s1600-h/6612-000036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087639808626212450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/Rprtc1JNPmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/LQ3VXqt4xCg/s320/6612-000036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vívida Sabedoria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nesta noite fria de outono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A chuva fustiga as janelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As crianças brincam no corredor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E os velhos sábios recitam coisas belas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dizem as crianças que os velhos sábios são tristes&lt;br /&gt;O resto diria que os velhos tristes são sábios&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo que os sábios tristes são velhos!&lt;br /&gt;E que sabedoria não se extrai de velhos lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero a alegre nostalgia do ontem&lt;br /&gt;Do hoje, salvo apenas a vividez&lt;br /&gt;Resgato sonhos e eseranças do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Que só alcanço nos momentos de embriaguez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se pedes um conselho, eu lhes dou:&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria é coisa que não se herda&lt;br /&gt;E em verdade, em verdade eu vos digo:&lt;br /&gt;Com todo o respeito? Vão todos à merda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;COMENTEM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292854879300474639-569468030517409?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/569468030517409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=569468030517409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/569468030517409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/569468030517409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2007/07/vvida-sabedoria.html' title='Vívida Sabedoria'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/Rprtc1JNPmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/LQ3VXqt4xCg/s72-c/6612-000036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-7427353157887464308</id><published>2007-07-03T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:17:21.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fala galerinha... hj eu tô postando rapidim pq daqui a pouko eu vou com a minha irmã pra ela tirar as fotos vestida de noiva...&lt;br /&gt;O poema que eu vou postar hoje fala sobre tédio, solidão e suicício...&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vamos a ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/RopeirIwMmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7jrnM7Oep_c/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082979079229026914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/RopeirIwMmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7jrnM7Oep_c/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Passagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;por Will Sartori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Essas gotas d'água que margeiam meus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Provêm de um copo de desespero que tomei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nesta fria madrugada de quase outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Matando a sede de memórias que apaguei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ouço gritos e sussurros vindos de lugar nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que, aos poucos, desatinam meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com espasmos sufocantes de agonia e horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Revivendo fantasmas de minha própria solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh! Bela dama da gélida escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cante sua canção e ao êxtase me leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queime meu corpo com tua pele em brasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Congele-me os sentidos por um momento breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beba dessas gotas d'água que meus lábios margeiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E leve contigo minha esperança perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nesta fria madrugada de quase outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finde em mim os vestígios de minha quase vida.&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/6292854879300474639-7427353157887464308?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/7427353157887464308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=7427353157887464308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/7427353157887464308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/7427353157887464308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2007/07/passagem.html' title='Passagem'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/RopeirIwMmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7jrnM7Oep_c/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292854879300474639.post-8248921842346951592</id><published>2007-07-02T14:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:44:52.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sussurros Solitários</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fala galerinha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o meu primeiro post aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Esse blog foi criado para que eu pudesse divulgar minhas poesias e pensamentos e também pra alguns comentários sobre o meu dia-a-dia...&lt;br /&gt;Então, pra começar, vou postar a poesia que deu nome ao meu novo blog! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sussurros Solitários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;por Will Sartori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gritos de mau agouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sussuroros solitários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo aqui é quieto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo aqui é calmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas eu grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um grito silencioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ecoa pelas paredes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso me libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desses grilhões de diamante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me cercam e prendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A essa podre estética tradicionalista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De cujo ventre nasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero ser mais eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero poder me construir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E até mesmo destruir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas me modelar aos poucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como um calunguinha de barro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daqueles de Mestre Vitalino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou agora um pássaro ferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desesperado para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rumo aos seus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sonhos perdidos no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entre nuvens de desilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292854879300474639-8248921842346951592?l=sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8248921842346951592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292854879300474639&amp;postID=8248921842346951592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8248921842346951592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292854879300474639/posts/default/8248921842346951592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sussurrossolitarios.blogspot.com/2007/07/primeiro-post.html' title='Sussurros Solitários'/><author><name>Will Sartori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03895397955202802824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYChhHSwHfw/SAuB5d5FrqI/AAAAAAAAACI/F55ll0ewO8o/S220/%C3%93culos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
