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Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabiá&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como o sabiá canta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como o cheiro da planta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como a estrela brilha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como o fogo queima&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como o mar engole as ondas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como o sol esquenta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como a brisa corre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como o som ecoa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como a gaivota voa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como a chuva cai do céu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como o sino soa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Teu beijo tem sabor de mel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como a beleza some&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Assim como a paixão corrói&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Meu amor por ti só aumenta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E minha alma ele destrói&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;02/07/2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;MiLi Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dói como o frio, dói como falta de ar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dói como fome, como falta de ter a quem abraçar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Essa saudade me devora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas você acabou de partir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Queria prender-te em meus braços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E nunca te deixar ir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E eu começo a acreditar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quando dizem que o amor trás a dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas se amar é sofrer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;É disso que quero morrer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pois quem não ama, não vive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E quem não sofre, não vê&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que na vida nada é vão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hoje o que eu quero é te ter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Meu jardim quero entregar a você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pois aqui dentro tem uma flor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que cresce com teu amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E você é meu regador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Essa saudade condena&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que meu sentimento é grande&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Você é meu anjo da guarda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Porém que vive distante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas a distancia diminui&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ao lembrar que você esta aqui dentro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;No coração e na mente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Invade o meu pensamento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas palavras são só palavras&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por isso evito dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Vou fazer você SENTIR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O que eu tenho a oferecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;MiLi Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;17/07/2011&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-263399025617370626?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/263399025617370626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=263399025617370626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/263399025617370626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/263399025617370626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-regador.html' title='Meu Regador'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-6176630446780785544</id><published>2011-04-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:14:35.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sua Indiferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #339966; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sua Indiferença*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Uma chuva de desespero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por um instante me tomou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ao perceber do que é capaz seu olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Faz-me congelar, e extasiar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Faz-me imune a qualquer distração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Faz-me acreditar em superstição&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Faz-me ser menos eu, ser mais sua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Faz minha pele estremecer e ficar nua&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sua boca é como de uma serpente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sinto o perigo, mas não revido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ao tocá-la sinto ardente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E por um momento parece ser proibido&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Todas as noites seu cheiro vem a me perturbar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Às vezes sinto que não vou me controlar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que é inútil desejar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu sonho para poder te alcançar&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Suas mãos a percorrer meu corpo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sim, eu quero novamente e loucamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Seus beijos nos meus, e meus olhos nos seus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por um instante quero ser inconseqüente&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele é alto, e gostoso de abraçar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Seus cabelos negros eu gosto de dedilhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sua barba é macia de tocar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Em seus lábios grossos é onde eu queria estar&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele me parece imune e inalcançável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E às vezes me parece inviável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas não sinto vontade de parar, nem reclinar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Seu mistério me dói, mas não me destrói&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E sua indiferença me rasga, mas não me convence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Só quero que saiba e que pense&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que o fim deste poema, não é o fim do suspense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mili Szilagyi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2011-04-02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-6176630446780785544?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6176630446780785544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=6176630446780785544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/6176630446780785544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/6176630446780785544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/sua-indiferenca.html' title='Sua Indiferença'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-5908207588689720345</id><published>2011-03-16T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:09:40.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voar*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez nem eu possa entender&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O porque de prosseguir com esta vida mórbida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O porque...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Das cores e dos sonhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Das lagrimas e deficiências&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo esta cheio de tudo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E ninguém tem a resposta de nada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como eu posso voar, sem ter onde me esconder?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como eu posso sorrir, sem ter pra quem?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo esta vazio, mas esta cheio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheio de falsas promessas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheio de ilusões e esperanças&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;11/03/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-5908207588689720345?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5908207588689720345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=5908207588689720345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5908207588689720345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5908207588689720345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/voar.html' title='Voar'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-5706914102392419163</id><published>2010-09-26T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:36:35.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Horas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As Horas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto mais eu fujo, mais me perco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quanto mais olho para trás, mais fico ferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto mais penso, mais rápido eu corro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quanto mais sinto, mais regrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando os sonhos não são mais os mesmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É quando eu quero voltar a adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando as horas não parecem suficientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É quando tenho a certeza do que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não houvesse fronteiras, seria fácil demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não existissem lutas, a vitória não teria sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas já não quero vencer, nem entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Só quero evitar desespero, culpa e dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que me falta é a coragem de agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É um egoísmo ríspido e insensato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que não me deixa intervir, nem refluir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E isto não estava no contrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;MiLi Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;22/09/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-5706914102392419163?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5706914102392419163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=5706914102392419163' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5706914102392419163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5706914102392419163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-horas.html' title='As Horas'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-2884730285114677957</id><published>2010-09-07T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:56:09.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visões</title><content type='html'>Visões*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me vi correndo na escuridão, com as mãos estendidas para um estranho de costas. Quando o alcancei e o virei, ele não tinha face e desabava no chão, então uma fenda se abriu abaixo de meus pés, e a terra começou a me engolir. Me vi caindo no nada e afundando num mar gelado e negro. Não havia luz, mas eu podia ver minhas mãos estendidas para cima, queria subir... mas só afundava, na dor, na escuridão, no vazio, na solidão... Fechei meus olhos e senti minhas costas tocarem o solo, quando os abri estava no meio do nada, tudo o que eu via era uma grande extensão de folhas secas no chão e o céu negro acima de mim. Mais uma vez avistei um estranho ao longe. Levantei-me e comecei a correr atrás dele, mas cada passo que eu dava me dilacerava, era como se as folhas fossem laminas que perfuravam a sola de meus pés, cada passo era longo e dolorido. Eu o via mas não o podia alcançar. Olhei para trás e vi meu rastro de sangue e ao voltar a olhar para frente esbarrei de frente com o estranho, não conseguia ficar em pé, mas ele me segurou e logo me beijou a boca. Mais uma vez não pude ver seu rosto, e antes que eu percebesse, ele me deu as costas e desapareceu entre a névoa. O vento se fez presente e as folhas secas se foram, me vi em um cemitério de ossos. Uma dor rasgava o meu peito querendo subir pela minha garganta num brado de desespero. O céu se tornou vermelho e me engoliu para cima, me senti acolhida e confortável. Eu via rosas vermelhas por um campo verde e com um alto contraste, a visão era infinita e eu comecei a caminhar em direção a uma luz que vinha do chão e iluminava tudo em volta, percebi que quanto mais perto eu chegava, a luz ia se apagando e as flores ao redor murchando... Quando enfim eu consigo alcançá-la, já não havia mais luz e as flores haviam morrido. Vi um coração humano em forma física posto ao chão. O segurei com as duas mãos, estava frio e negro, ao olhá-lo vi a vida se passando diante de mim. Vi as pessoas queridas, vi minha família, e cada rosto que foi importante pra mim, vi meu trabalho e meu dinheiro, vi meus sorrisos, minhas lamentações, vi minha ansiedade, minhas lagrimas, vi o tempo desperdiçado em sonhos, vi meus valores, vi minhas vaidades, as crenças, as incertezas, vi o perigo, a desordem, a paz distante, vi abraços verdadeiros, sorrisos falsos. Não vi um par perfeito, nem duas pessoas se tornando uma só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-2884730285114677957?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2884730285114677957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=2884730285114677957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/2884730285114677957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/2884730285114677957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/visoes.html' title='Visões'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-5764200264421466998</id><published>2010-09-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:58:26.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirio Social</title><content type='html'>Delirio Social*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou te julgar por não saber viver&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu posso te ensinar a aprender&lt;br /&gt;Se desprenda das tolices que te fizeram crer&lt;br /&gt;Seja livre, saiba como caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Sim, há forças em você para quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Essas cordas que por elas te manipulam&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe enganar&lt;br /&gt;Só porque parece perfeito acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo é lindo ou tudo lindo ficara&lt;br /&gt;No começo é assim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Você não quer questionar&lt;br /&gt;Te ensinam, a cultura quer dominar&lt;br /&gt;Mas você tem voz, e é livre pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;Raciocine, se te ama, mal não vai lhe desejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/08/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-5764200264421466998?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5764200264421466998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=5764200264421466998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5764200264421466998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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perfeição a ilusão. e na ilusão decepção. lagrimas. ombros. verdades. discordia. orgulho. sorriso. mentira. desconforto. aconchego. companhia. compreensao. perfeição. ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;br /&gt;2010-07-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(em resposta a”?” de Mario Liz)&lt;br /&gt;http://meiomarmeiorio.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_26.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-6636292940699848230?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6636292940699848230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=6636292940699848230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mente&lt;br /&gt;A vida não me deixa encontrá-las&lt;br /&gt;É como se os erros fossem permanentes&lt;br /&gt;Os gritos um alívio&lt;br /&gt;E os sorrisos perdas recentes&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem o que digo&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem quero saber&lt;br /&gt;Não sou eu que aqui escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho esse poder&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes da vontade de subir&lt;br /&gt;Ir mais longe do que eu posso ver&lt;br /&gt;Arriscar-se subitamente no que parece melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu saiba o que é&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sinto que pode melhorar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu não sei bem onde buscar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras novas para falar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu vejo um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Ou um simples réptil numa fotografia&lt;br /&gt;Parece exótico&lt;br /&gt;Mas é normal aqui&lt;br /&gt;A mente se acostuma com o “diferente”&lt;br /&gt;E se incomoda com o “natural”&lt;br /&gt;No fundo nada se difere&lt;br /&gt;No fundo acaba sendo superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010-07-06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-3880082798422142900?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3880082798422142900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=3880082798422142900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/3880082798422142900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/3880082798422142900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/natural.html' title='Natural'/><author><name>MiLi 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isso&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que não precisa haver sentido para amar&lt;br /&gt;Afinal chega a ser contraditório&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que é precioso demais&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo vivido a seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Passou ou ao menos deveria&lt;br /&gt;Pois na minha mente nada mais habita&lt;br /&gt;Se não o seu sorriso e seus braços abertos para me abraçar&lt;br /&gt;É como se eu tivesse me perdido sem você aqui do lado&lt;br /&gt;Parece tudo tão distante&lt;br /&gt;E eu posso ver você correr&lt;br /&gt;Vindo em minha direção&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece nunca chegar&lt;br /&gt;Estou alucinando, já enlouqueci com esse amor&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes eu quero que aja uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes eu não quero que tenha sentido&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto o seu perfume e as recordações me rasgam os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Cada lagrima é um peso&lt;br /&gt;Cada sorriso é de inconformismo&lt;br /&gt;Porque até ontem “eu” era “nós”&lt;br /&gt;Vão dizer que estou indo longe demais&lt;br /&gt;Mas o mar me chama para o fundo&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que eu penso é mergulhar &lt;br /&gt;A profundidade não pode ser maior que essa solidão&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe eu possa te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;É como se eu soubesse tudo o que irei encontrar&lt;br /&gt;La no fundo eu quero te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu quero afundar &lt;br /&gt;Ter seu beijo quente novamente&lt;br /&gt;E seu sorriso que me desmorona&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo esses pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;E beijo essas águas salgadas agora&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando um momento melhor&lt;br /&gt;Em breve suas mãos nas minhas&lt;br /&gt;E adeus solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010-06-25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-1819457336944292003?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1819457336944292003/comments/default' 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nos importássemos mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou deixar que futilidades nos atinjam&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso simplesmente dar as costas&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero mais errar&lt;br /&gt;Nós precisamos seguir juntos&lt;br /&gt;Vamos até o final&lt;br /&gt;Só olhe pra trás uma vez&lt;br /&gt;E veja em meus olhos o que você quer acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Eu consigo sentir daqui&lt;br /&gt;O seu calor e suas lagrimas frias&lt;br /&gt;E nisso eu me baseio pra afirmar&lt;br /&gt;Nossos passos têm que seguir a mesma estrada&lt;br /&gt;Então olhe para trás só dessa vez&lt;br /&gt;E me leve com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010-06-24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-2403537566913978483?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando as Coisas Mudam*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nao sei o que anda se passando pela sua cabeça.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coisas simples tem se tornado furacoes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sinto dizer que as vezes isso parece uma fuga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma desculpa para estar longe de mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tantas falhas dele que eu finjo nao enxergar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque sei que sou capaz de suportar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra que dores que podem ser esquecidas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra que feridas que podem se fechar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando o conheci era mais forte que eu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje sinto que sou mais forte que ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu nao consigo olhar pra frente e me imaginar sozinha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem olhar pra tras e nao o ver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque os meus passos seguem sua sombra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas agora voce prefere se afastar a sofrer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quem eu vou amar daqui pra frente?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se voce nao estiver comigo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em quem eu vou pensar o dia todo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pra quem vou enviar mensagens lindas de amor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com quem me sentirei protegida?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele é meu anjo e eu nao posso desistir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minhas lagrimas escorrem nesse momento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque eu nao consigo pensar em um fim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu lutei pra nada?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toda fé e confiança que ele plantou em meu coraçao.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Floriu pra morrer agora?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nao quero que nossos momentos sejam jogados ao vento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como se nao tivessem sido vivenciados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu quero evoluir, quero seguir até o fim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que esta o desanimando nao sou eu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tem algo errado, e nao sou eu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje sou muito melhor do que antes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E como é que ele pode dizer tudo que diz?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Creio que o seu sentimento tenha mudado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois seus argumentos nao batem com o sentimento que diz ter por mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vale a pena sofrer pra ser feliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele me ensinou isso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E espero que nao desista de nós.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;02/09/2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-1553413364942320348?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1553413364942320348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=1553413364942320348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/1553413364942320348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/1553413364942320348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-as-coisas-mudam.html' title='Quando as Coisas Mudam'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-7454194974510165554</id><published>2010-06-24T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:36:21.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruas Estreitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ruas Estreitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Entre tantos desastres e confusoes as interpretações são como labirintos que arranham o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nas esquinas nao ha sequer um poste para que voce se apoie, no fundo é cada um por si e os erros por todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As ruas sao estreitas e as paredes parecem te arranhar, mas ha quem ja nao tenha sangue para sangrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As ruas sao estreitas mas um dia sozinho voce encontra um campo aberto e vera que era melhor viver na dor acompanhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23/06/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-7454194974510165554?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7454194974510165554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=7454194974510165554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/7454194974510165554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/7454194974510165554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/ruas-estreitas.html' title='Ruas Estreitas'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-7228773267830174162</id><published>2010-06-24T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:31:28.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangrando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sangrando*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Estou sangrando por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sangrar faz a vida ser mais clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Faz olharmos pra dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E vermos o quanto somos imperfeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Para so outros e para nós mesmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E faz parecer que nao nos esforçamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Para ser alguem melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ou fazer algo mais util&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Porque na verdade ninguem nos aceita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E ninguem nunca entende ninguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pois sempre ficam as duvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E cada um tem seus segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cada um tem seu ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E suas dadivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cada um tem seu "eu solidario"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas nao se esquecendo de si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;26/02/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-7228773267830174162?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7228773267830174162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=7228773267830174162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/7228773267830174162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/7228773267830174162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/sangrando.html' title='Sangrando'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-8067803046448076001</id><published>2009-09-02T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:58:14.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entendimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*Entendimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um diz o que pensa&lt;br /&gt;O que sente&lt;br /&gt;O que quer&lt;br /&gt;O que tem medo&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes sai de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos inoportunos&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre é preciso saber&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre é preciso dizer&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas coisas que nao precisam ser ditas&lt;br /&gt;E tantas dores que podem ser evitadas&lt;br /&gt;Tantas palavras mal ditas&lt;br /&gt;Acaba acabando com a alma&lt;br /&gt;Tantos amores e dores&lt;br /&gt;Tantas idas, tantas vindas&lt;br /&gt;Tantos carinhos com cores&lt;br /&gt;Que muitas vezes nao vemos&lt;br /&gt;Tantos muitos, tantos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto e quanto esquecemos&lt;br /&gt;Vezes falamos de mais&lt;br /&gt;Vezes falamos de menos&lt;br /&gt;Vezes melhor nao falar&lt;br /&gt;O que esta escrito por dentro&lt;br /&gt;A mesma frase pra todos&lt;br /&gt;Pra cada um, um entendimento&lt;br /&gt;A mesma palavra pra todos&lt;br /&gt;Para alguns felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Para outros um tormento&lt;br /&gt;Tantas estradas vazias&lt;br /&gt;Tantos corações sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Tantos gritos em silencio&lt;br /&gt;Tantas mentes tao vazias&lt;br /&gt;A mesma frase pra todos&lt;br /&gt;Pra cada um, um entendimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-07-08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-8067803046448076001?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8067803046448076001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=8067803046448076001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8067803046448076001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8067803046448076001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/entendimento.html' title='Entendimento'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-6526498240312219236</id><published>2009-03-30T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:32:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamili</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kamili*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me esconder atrás desse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te falar e saber demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que estou sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me enganar, não quero me frustrar&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que não te quero&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu vou provar, você vai acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que esse amor será eterno&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não quero que nós dois olhemos para o passado&lt;br /&gt;Daqui pra frente é nós, e é com essa voz&lt;br /&gt;Que eu afirmo o que eu sinto aqui &lt;br /&gt;Se eu dia eu puder voltar atrás pra mudar o meu passado&lt;br /&gt;Faria tudo igual, passando o bem e o mal&lt;br /&gt;Que passei pra que estivesse aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sofria o que sofri. Sorria o que sorri&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder ter a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que estaria aqui, num momento tão exato&lt;br /&gt;Vivia o que vivi, passava o que passei&lt;br /&gt;Pra que fosse inevitável &lt;br /&gt;Se um dia fosse pra escolher o que tivesse que viver&lt;br /&gt;Um dia com você&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma eternidade sem te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa pensar&lt;br /&gt;Não da pra cogitar&lt;br /&gt;Escolher a vida eterna&lt;br /&gt;Pois aqui sem você&lt;br /&gt;É como não viver&lt;br /&gt;A vida não me bastaria &lt;br /&gt;Quero sempre aprender&lt;br /&gt;Estando com você&lt;br /&gt;Quero sempre saber&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E não te ver partir, e a não regredir&lt;br /&gt;Pois graças a você é que estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo ser feliz, aprendendo a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Por fora e por dentro também &lt;br /&gt;"Confesso que eu andei perdida&lt;br /&gt;Reduzida a pó, sem chão pra cair&lt;br /&gt;Das flores que eu olhei&lt;br /&gt;Você é a mais perfeita que eu já vi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mili Szilagyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-6526498240312219236?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6526498240312219236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=6526498240312219236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/6526498240312219236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/6526498240312219236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/kamili.html' title='Kamili'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-5795848358736361274</id><published>2008-10-21T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:25:37.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminê</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Terminê*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Essa dor de me sentir como uma marionete em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Me faz ser menos eu&lt;br /&gt;Me faz sentir o que eu não sei compreender&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece sólido&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que a perda me amedronta&lt;br /&gt;O medo é este...&lt;br /&gt;A perda.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo como em um filme                               &lt;br /&gt;Em câmera lenta&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo os teus pés, vejo tuas mãos nas minhas&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo os teus olhos penetrarem minha alma&lt;br /&gt;E vejo o sol nos queimando&lt;br /&gt;Estamos agindo certo?&lt;br /&gt;O que é certo?&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma, a sua presença&lt;br /&gt;Parece se fundirem&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de um pouco mais de ar e de sangue nas veias&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos nos meus&lt;br /&gt;Penetram no meu intimo&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver com o seu ar&lt;br /&gt;Respirar o teu perfume e sentir as tuas veias pulsarem&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser você e eu num corpo só&lt;br /&gt;Esse ar que me sufoca ao invés de me fazer respirar&lt;br /&gt;Essa dor que me consome&lt;br /&gt;Ao invés de me deixar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver como num filme&lt;br /&gt;Em câmera lenta...&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu posso te ter mais, e posso contemplar tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar nada passar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me parece estar tão perto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me parece nunca terminar&lt;br /&gt;E a única coisa que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;É que isso nunca terminê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/10/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-5795848358736361274?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5795848358736361274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=5795848358736361274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5795848358736361274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5795848358736361274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2008/10/termin_21.html' title='Terminê'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-4079222922056215889</id><published>2008-09-17T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:13:00.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Eu Sagrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não vou chorar mais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nem me vingar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Vou voltar, vou voltar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E procurar em mim o que eu não sei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Explicar, me expressar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A solução que ainda não achei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas vou seguir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Entrar dentro de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E me conhecer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;17/09/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-4079222922056215889?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4079222922056215889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=4079222922056215889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/4079222922056215889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/4079222922056215889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2008/09/meu-eu-sagrado.html' title='Meu Eu Sagrado'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-8904056442443906718</id><published>2008-05-10T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:23:12.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dama Negra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dama Negra*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ela é fria e amarga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosa e mansa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela passa e as flores murcham&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela aspira e o ar chora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu ar é misterioso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu humor sarcástico&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é falsa, é traiçoeira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é viúva negra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imprevisível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitária&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar obscuro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toque pesado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voz que atrai trovões&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boca de veludo negro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras falsas e mórbidas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela parte corações&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destrói sentimentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egoísta e insatisfeita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sede de ódio constante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo insaciável de ver lágrimas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é terror&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é medo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra, nuvem, chuva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desespero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-8904056442443906718?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8904056442443906718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=8904056442443906718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8904056442443906718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8904056442443906718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/dama-negra.html' title='Dama Negra'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-6632159894473922184</id><published>2008-04-22T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:56:55.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Porque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sem Porque*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nem queria amar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque com esse amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem a saudade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem a dor te esperar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vem a ansiedade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ter você ao lado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra sorrir ou pra chorar&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu queria até negar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que com esse amor &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem as lágrimas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me fazem te esperar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que faz-me lhe contemplar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implorar ao tempo um instante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para contigo sonhar&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nem queria saber&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é amor... ou se é querer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor não se pede&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se escolhe, não se julga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se impede...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E contra ele não se luta&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu queria esquecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pra viver sem você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teria que me apagar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teria que renascer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nem enquanto durmo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me esqueço de você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque se eu vivo hoje&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pra querer te querer&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que até me nego a negar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que com toda essa saudade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem também felicidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que eu posso te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E com a ansiedade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem toda convicção&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De saber que nada é vão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt; E poder te abraçar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como poder voar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sonho&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nem queria dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é tanto quanto falo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto quanto penso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto quanto canto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te amo sem cessar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é muito...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão muito em si mesmo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as vezes não sei se irei agüentar&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nem queria amar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no fundo se sabe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que amor não tem muito ou pouco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem menos ou mais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem tanto, nem quanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem limite e nem medida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem hora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem tempo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;O que me faz te amar tanto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito, mais e maior&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É saber que esse “que” é indescritível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é saber que eu só te amo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem porque é melhor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;2008-04-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-6632159894473922184?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6632159894473922184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=6632159894473922184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/6632159894473922184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/6632159894473922184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-porque.html' title='Sem Porque'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-4212229802241481095</id><published>2008-04-22T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:58:34.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando meus olhos se fecharam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quando meus olhos se fecharam*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Vejo uma luz cegar-me a alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volumosa e carregada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me prostrar diante de ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamanha é a força que me conduz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o fogo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que com traços incertos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devora o céu e os rios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe sol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há luar nem brisa no ar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há arvores ou cachoeiras&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo nuvens negras me cercarem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a neblina mórbida conduzir-me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as chamas adiante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montanhas que escorrem lavas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o fogo arrancando-me a pele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a lava corroer os pés&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu negro parece estar a um palmo acima de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há vida, não há luz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há doces ou remédios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração chora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz frio agora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento muda-me os passos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo um infinito deserto gelado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios tremem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento fortemente sopra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cegando-me os olhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a neve cobrir-me de desespero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio rasga-me a carne&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destruindo os ossos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto congelar os pulmões&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ar frio sufoca-me a respiração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há coração batendo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há sentimento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meus olhos não voltam a abrir&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2008-02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-4212229802241481095?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4212229802241481095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=4212229802241481095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/4212229802241481095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/4212229802241481095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/quando-meus-olhos-se-fecharam.html' title='Quando meus olhos se fecharam'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-8590174875556832313</id><published>2008-04-22T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:57:12.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rios de Dores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rios de Dores*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A luz lá atrás&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As trevas aos meus pés&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tudo se calou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E eu pude ouvir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A voz da noite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mansa e nua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E eu pude caminhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por entre os rios de dores&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sentir as espinhas rasgar-me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tudo tão só e tão devastador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não há rastros de misericórdia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2008-02-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-8590174875556832313?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8590174875556832313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=8590174875556832313' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8590174875556832313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8590174875556832313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2008/04/rios-de-dores.html' title='Rios de Dores'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-1967921778264507372</id><published>2008-02-11T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:26:06.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toma-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Toma-me*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                            &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Toma-me a mim como vinho na taça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indagando-me o perfume&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degustando-me o suor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roçando-me os lábios em fervor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mãos em chamas tocar-me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquecendo-me em prazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofuscando a razão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-me enlouquecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despindo-me contra o vento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da noite clárida pávida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calando-me a boca e a alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofegante hei de tremer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos corpos ante a lua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrelaçam-se vorazes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voluptuosos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemendo em meio a luxuria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se perde em insensatez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revela-se a mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misterioso e fugaz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indesvendável, indispensável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutro... como a noite,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão e a solidão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que congela interiormente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém quanto mais me atrais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto mais me invade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquecendo-me o peito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrancando-me suspiros&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que aparentemente ocultos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se põe como um brado de dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a alma prende&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perplexando-me, limitando-me a gritar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Render-me-ei ao inexorável e implacável desejo de te roubar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois a quem vou enganar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se meus lábios clamam os teus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na sombra de teus braços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseio que prenda-me sem hesitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como vinho na taça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se prova lentamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim deveras tomar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2008-02-05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-1967921778264507372?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1967921778264507372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=1967921778264507372' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/1967921778264507372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/1967921778264507372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2008/02/toma-me.html' title='Toma-me'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-7918114275173317678</id><published>2007-12-20T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:08:39.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Além</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mais Além*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Por você eu vou mais além...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mais além do que a vida me permitiria&lt;br /&gt;Mas além do que os meus olhos podem ver&lt;br /&gt;Mais além do que brigas e entrigas&lt;br /&gt;Mais além do que os normais conseguem ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você tudo o mais se perderia&lt;br /&gt;Nada no mundo me satisfaria&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se faria incerto&lt;br /&gt;A vida não me bastaria&lt;br /&gt;Como perder os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;A um poço escuro eu me entregaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por você eu vou além do que se vê&lt;br /&gt;Além do insensato e simples ato de se prender&lt;br /&gt;Além do finito&lt;br /&gt;Além do possivel&lt;br /&gt;Além de tudo o que me afastaria de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como perder as razões, os motivos e emoções&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu sou só pó&lt;br /&gt;Só entro &lt;st1:personname productid="em contradições￼Sem" st="on"&gt;em  contradições&lt;br /&gt; Sem&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; você não me convém&lt;br /&gt;Querer ou poder respirar&lt;br /&gt;Mas por você eu vou além&lt;br /&gt;Até do que eu posso sonhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2007-12-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-7918114275173317678?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7918114275173317678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=7918114275173317678' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/7918114275173317678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/7918114275173317678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/12/mais-alm.html' title='Mais Além'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-2362990335310533224</id><published>2007-10-29T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:45:23.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com Você*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu ouço a chuva cair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E me vem uma tristeza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Como se eu não tivesse você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E sim... eu tenho medo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Medo de te perder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando esta tudo tão bem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Agente fica meio inseguro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E tentando fazer tudo certo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tentando impressionar... e cativar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tentando ser a pessoa perfeita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Só pra ouvir que você nunca me deixara&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A chuva me deixa triste...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas não se estou com você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pois ao seu lado tudo desaparece&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tudo que é ruim fica bom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tudo o que é bom fica ótimo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;A noite me cala...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ela me congela por dentro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas não se estou com você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pois com o seu sorriso você me faz sorrir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Com o seu amor você me faz viver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Meu coração eu confiei a você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pois ao seu lado eu tenho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tudo o que eu queria ter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu te amo por destino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu te amo por prazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu te amo por não ter pra onde correr&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eu te amo a vida inteira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hoje e sempre sem porque.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2007-10-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: green;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-2362990335310533224?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2362990335310533224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=2362990335310533224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/2362990335310533224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/2362990335310533224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/com-voc.html' title='Com Você'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-2208172040933534420</id><published>2007-09-11T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:30:12.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ela*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ela é o essencial, ela é o meu ideal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importância especial&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é do bem, é do mal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é persistente, ela é tal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomparável, insaciável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é fenomenal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrivelmente incrível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inacreditavelmente admirável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucamente amável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é bela, ela é ela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não é pouco, é mais que muito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é fada, ela é tudo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jóia rara, não é qualquer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é menina, ela é mulher&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não da pra esquecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela é pé no chão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela faz acontecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é exceção, é relíquia em extinção&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exageradamente estonteante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ladra de coração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cativante, exuberante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é única, é razão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é musica, é refrão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível, inatingível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é pura emoção&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é amor, é paixão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a flor mais linda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrela que mais brilha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é linda, é contramão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fora de questão, fora de cogitação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é única opção&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é divina, ela é anjo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É querubim, é arcanjo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é só o que eu preciso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tudo o que eu desejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é meu paraíso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dela são os meus beijos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a quem eu chamo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela é isso, ela é sonho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é simplesmente o tudo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da mulher que hoje eu amo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2007-09-02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-2208172040933534420?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2208172040933534420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=2208172040933534420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/2208172040933534420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/2208172040933534420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/09/ela.html' title='Ela'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-4447818821660878</id><published>2007-08-31T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:18:23.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte Doce</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Morte Doce*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu sou o poeta imperfeito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que hora se abre pra um mundo suspeito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hora se esconde por de trás de sentimentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a doçura que amarga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol que se apaga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu que se alcança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o finito interminável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos como borboletas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duram 24 horas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="21 gramas" st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;21 gramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; para mim ainda é pouco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma hora para mim passa em um minuto...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;[]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Talvez eu pudesse acordar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto que meus olhos não abrem mais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo parou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o vento já não corre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco respostas que sei que não virão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda espero por quem nunca chegara&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez só me falte buscar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova razão pra sonhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando um sorriso é um fardo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um abraço é um pecado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada muda e tudo para&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a ilusão de um oásis me conforta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem o brilho de um olhar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vingança doce é ilusão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;[]&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu só queria fugir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir para um lugar onde ninguém soubesse &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é ódio, injustiça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde ninguém soubesse o que é cor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estresse e solidão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar onde a morte fosse doce&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a dor um prazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lagrimas um sorriso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a solidão extinção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-4447818821660878?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4447818821660878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=4447818821660878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/4447818821660878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/4447818821660878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/08/morte-doce.html' title='Morte Doce'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-8544774444913396472</id><published>2007-08-27T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:06:49.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dias*&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Há dias... que se quer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que... se quer chorar&lt;br /&gt;Há aqueles em que se quer viver&lt;br /&gt;Outros que se quer morrer&lt;br /&gt;Há dias de angustia&lt;br /&gt;De incertezas&lt;br /&gt;Dias de paz&lt;br /&gt;Dias de desconforto&lt;br /&gt;Há dias alegres&lt;br /&gt;Dias de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Dias bons&lt;br /&gt;Dias maus&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que se quer não querer&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que o querer não se quer&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que amanhã não se pensa&lt;br /&gt;Há amanhãs em que o ontem não existiu&lt;br /&gt;Dias em que se chora&lt;br /&gt;Dias em que se ri&lt;br /&gt;Dias de ontem e agora&lt;br /&gt;São dias que penso em ti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-weight: bold;" productid="Milene Szilagyi" st="on"&gt;Milene  Szilagyi&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;2007-08-26&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-8544774444913396472?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8544774444913396472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=8544774444913396472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8544774444913396472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8544774444913396472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/08/dias.html' title='Dias'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-637686671430962094</id><published>2007-08-21T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:35:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisa no Freio Zé</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisa no freio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Zé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;... porque você é preconceituoso?&lt;br /&gt;Deus nos fez diferente... mas somos iguais pra Ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... porque as pessoas não respeitam umas as outras?&lt;br /&gt;sabe... nós temos o direito de escolha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... pisa no freio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... você já viu aquelas crianças que morrem de fome no fim do mundo?&lt;br /&gt;já viu como as lágrimas secas secam em seus rostos?&lt;br /&gt;elas não têm opções &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;e elas morrerão de fome amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... você já viu aquelas mulheres que matam seus filhos antes de nascerem?&lt;br /&gt;sabe &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... aqueles fetos também não têm muita opção não é?&lt;br /&gt;mas... você sabia que eles lutam pela sua vida mesmo assim?&lt;br /&gt;Pisa no freio &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... você esta quase morrendo...&lt;br /&gt;esta falido... esta triste... esta com saudades... sente dores... e pessoas que você ama morrem...&lt;br /&gt;mas você pode lutar pela sua vida não pode &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Como assim não vale a pena?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é cruel?&lt;br /&gt;Então pisa no freio &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt; porque você troca o necessário pelo supérfluo?&lt;br /&gt;eu sei &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Você tem uma sanguessuga... e ela tem duas filhas... dá e dá...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais você tem... mais você quer &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt; você é uma marionete...&lt;br /&gt;do governo ou da sociedade?&lt;br /&gt;tanto faz &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não é isso que você sempre diz???&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai acabar bem!&lt;br /&gt;Quanta ironia heim &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pisa no freio agora.&lt;br /&gt;A violência?&lt;br /&gt;Haaa faz parte &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;É legitima defesa!&lt;br /&gt;Claro... defesa da própria violência ora.&lt;br /&gt;Pisa no freio sim &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt; porque as prisões estão cheias?&lt;br /&gt;porque você esta preso &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Roubou? Matou? Destruiu?&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que você ganhou &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Vingança doce é ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... você sempre perde a noção não é?&lt;br /&gt;você não mede seus atos.&lt;br /&gt;Pisa &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... pisa.&lt;br /&gt;E agora &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;você esta morrendo...&lt;br /&gt;fez algo bom na vida?&lt;br /&gt;fez alguém feliz?&lt;br /&gt;deu sorrisos sinceros? abraços acolhedores?&lt;br /&gt;Será que deu &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... você não estudou... você não batalhou... você não correu atrás... você dormiu até tarde e brincou o dia todo... e nada deu certo não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... você lutou a vida toda... você correu atrás dos sonhos... você fez acontecer! você chorou... sofreu... guerreou! e mesmo assim se frustrou...&lt;br /&gt;Porque será né &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... eu também não entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você pensa que vai dar certo... tudo desmorona na sua cabeça &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é preciso acreditar um pouco &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;que algo pode mudar...&lt;br /&gt;que uma idéia pode dar certo...&lt;br /&gt;é preciso acreditar &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pisa no freio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a desigualdade social?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque? Porque &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe coordenar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não sabe administrar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é difícil não é &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você acha isso pouco? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não é tão injusto assim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cala a boca &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt; Mané.&lt;br /&gt;Pra que tanta ignorância?&lt;br /&gt;Pra que tanta arrogância &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Pra que tanto mau-humor?&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não sorri de verdade &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;por dentro... e por fora.&lt;br /&gt;Há tantos morrendo de frio...&lt;br /&gt;e você chora por não ter roupa nova...&lt;br /&gt;Pisa no freio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não se satisfaz...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não corre atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Você não insiste &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você não persiste...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você desiste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão todos estressados...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e porque &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque nada parece dar certo talvez...&lt;br /&gt;ou porque alguém partiu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou porque alguém te desobedeceu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não admite os erros &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caia e se levante!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assimile os golpes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é o conceito &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;? Qual é o conceito?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque és tão infeliz seu &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você finge sorrir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes finge chorar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finge sentir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finge se abalar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finge que viu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou que não vê.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finge estar bem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisa no freio &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt; chora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada vai bem...&lt;br /&gt;É... o mundo é cruel eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Você é cruel &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... eu sou cruel... eu sou &lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Zé&lt;/b&gt;... o mundo esta acabando&lt;br /&gt;pisa no freio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2007-08-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-637686671430962094?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/637686671430962094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=637686671430962094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/637686671430962094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/637686671430962094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/08/pisa-no-freio-z.html' title='Pisa no Freio Zé'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-915404902004230112</id><published>2007-08-21T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:28:07.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mente Mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A Mente Mente*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu não sei dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Se o momento é oportuno ou não&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não sei dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Se é uma escolha... ou não&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nem se é minha vontade ou não&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas sei que existe um bloqueio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que não me deixa dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O que o meu coração sente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Existe algo que não me deixa expressar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que me confunde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que me tortura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que me prende...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me torna escrava interiormente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me venda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me amarra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me cega&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me toma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Me algema&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quase impede que eu te ama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas o amor não tem hora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não vai embora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O amor não tem preço&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não tem jeito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não tem meio... não tem fim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não é quase&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não é pouco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não é muito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;É simplesmente... amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ainda que eu não saiba dizer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ainda que meu coração se feche&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ainda que as palavras fujam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E a mente minta...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Os meus valores...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eles não mudam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não se disfarçam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ainda que eu me oprima&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ainda que eu me isole&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ainda que minta, que finja&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que chore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Meu sorriso esta aqui...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Meu coração dói&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele chora...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele inveja&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele sangra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oprimido e insatisfeito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele se esconde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele chuta sentimentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ignora-os&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ou ao menos tenta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele tenta... não consegue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele quer... não pode&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele sente... não confessa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele sofre... mas não morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2007-08-07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-915404902004230112?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/915404902004230112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=915404902004230112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/915404902004230112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/915404902004230112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/08/mente-mente.html' title='A Mente Mente'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-2528240014280620370</id><published>2007-07-20T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:24:57.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração Camuflado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coração Camuflado*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas não exponho meus medos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Apenas escondo anseios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Limito sentimentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Privo palavras&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Exposição ao mínimo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Coração dilacerado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Escondido, camuflado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Coberto de sangue pisado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jogado no canto... largado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lagrimas secas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sorriso forçado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Olhar... mudo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Alma... cansada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mente... confusa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Coração... exposto ao nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Perdas antigas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lembranças recentes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Expressões... vazias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Esforço falido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Juízo perdido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Coração fechado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Escondido, camuflado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O meu amor é mórbido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A minha luz ofuscada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Coração alienado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Já não enxerga mais nada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Desvalia valorosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ser a mulher virtuosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Suspiro cansado da alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Desejo latejado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Orgulho difamado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sentimento melindrado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Coração... malfadado, camuflado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Índole denoscabada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sepulcro caiado...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O doce amargo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A cor do pecado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Injuria, luxuria, paixão proeminente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sentimento machucado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Coração mal-dado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Acaba por ser camuflado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;*Milene Szilagyi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2007-07-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-2528240014280620370?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2528240014280620370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=2528240014280620370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/2528240014280620370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/2528240014280620370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/07/corao-camuflado.html' title='Coração Camuflado'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-1690530679253840152</id><published>2007-04-08T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:26:44.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arquitetando Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arquitetando Sonhos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produzo minhas idéias&lt;br /&gt;Viajo ao pensar&lt;br /&gt;Andando na rua&lt;br /&gt;Deitado no mar&lt;br /&gt;Na linha do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouso avistar&lt;br /&gt;O cair do luar&lt;br /&gt;O perfume no ar&lt;br /&gt;Arquiteto o sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Limitando falar&lt;br /&gt;Faço tudo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Valores bons e dramáticos&lt;br /&gt;Exageros e ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas, falsas promessas&lt;br /&gt;Personagens platônicos&lt;br /&gt;Características improváveis&lt;br /&gt;Arquiteto o andar, as roupas, o olhar...&lt;br /&gt;O saber, compreender, explicar&lt;br /&gt;Sujeitos a arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Ter medo, mas não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Arquiteto os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Reais ou não, tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Idealizo lugares momentos, musicas&lt;br /&gt;Tempo; vento, chuva, sol, flores&lt;br /&gt;Desejos ocultos libertam-se&lt;br /&gt;Para mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Por si só em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos não sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Argumentos algemados&lt;br /&gt;Silencio escuto&lt;br /&gt;Arquitetando sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/03/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-1690530679253840152?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1690530679253840152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=1690530679253840152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/1690530679253840152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/1690530679253840152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/04/arquitetando-sonhos.html' title='Arquitetando Sonhos'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-1386474322344966101</id><published>2007-04-08T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:18:16.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detalhe*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero caminhar nos teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Respirar teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;E sentir teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;E matar o costume&lt;br /&gt;De dizer todo dia&lt;br /&gt;“oi, como vai você?”&lt;br /&gt;E sempre me diz que esta tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;E eu digo “eu também”&lt;br /&gt;Mas nas noites mais frias&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de gostar do inverno...&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Saciar meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;De estar ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites mais frias&lt;br /&gt;Na sala vazia&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E dias de neblina&lt;br /&gt;Ver o sol se por&lt;br /&gt;Ver o sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Sentar numa praia, ouvir o mar dizer&lt;br /&gt;O dia esta lindo&lt;br /&gt;Você é meu abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Te quero ao meu lado até o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que você que é meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;E te conhecer ressuscitou minhas esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Deu vida ao meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de decepção e de falsa ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma nova canção&lt;br /&gt;Expressa minha emoção&lt;br /&gt;Como eu gosto das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E você é a que mais brilha&lt;br /&gt;Como uma cachoeira&lt;br /&gt;Leva embora a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Toda angustia, toda dor&lt;br /&gt;Só enxergo sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso encantador&lt;br /&gt;Os teus toques de amor&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso que me acalma&lt;br /&gt;Seu ar quente junto ao meu&lt;br /&gt;E me faz respirar pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Mas que mudam meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;E me levam pra perto de você&lt;br /&gt;Me arrancando um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E me fazendo dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso de você&lt;br /&gt;E dos detalhes que fazem minh’alma sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Mili Szilagyi***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/03/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-1386474322344966101?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1386474322344966101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=1386474322344966101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/1386474322344966101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/1386474322344966101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/04/detalhe.html' title='Detalhe'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-8087971848801394673</id><published>2007-03-15T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:46:53.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misterioso Anoitecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Misterioso Anoitecer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou só mais um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;Andando por entre ruas geladas&lt;br /&gt;Sem neve, mas com tanta neblina&lt;br /&gt;Que chega cegar-me a alma&lt;br /&gt;Ao respirar estas noites tão frias&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me incapaz de sorrir sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;E o vento... é tão melancólico e vazio&lt;br /&gt;Tão solitário e mórbido&lt;br /&gt;E nos faz recordar lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;E... espaços de tempos mínimos&lt;br /&gt;Em que... choramos e rimos&lt;br /&gt;A noite... seu mistério indisvendavel&lt;br /&gt;Indispensável... neutro...&lt;br /&gt;Transmite paz...e... solidão&lt;br /&gt;A noite me liberta&lt;br /&gt;O vento frio, renova a minha alma sem vida&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo, repleta de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que embora presas, saltam de minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem a pronuncia correta&lt;br /&gt;O vento vive a me corrigir&lt;br /&gt;E diz que é preciso respirar&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que se cansem os pulmões&lt;br /&gt;O mistério da noite&lt;br /&gt;Me cala, e me gela interiormente&lt;br /&gt;Arrancando-me verdades e suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Segredos e... poesias&lt;br /&gt;Porem, são apenas palavras sinceras&lt;br /&gt;Descarregando uma mente exausta&lt;br /&gt;De decepções e falsas dramaturgias&lt;br /&gt;Onde... só o vento com seu enigmático silencio&lt;br /&gt;É capaz de desvendar e recordar&lt;br /&gt;Valores bons e... ‘supérfluos necessários’&lt;br /&gt;A solidão da noite&lt;br /&gt;Faz a minha alma chorar&lt;br /&gt;Faz meu coração bater&lt;br /&gt;Faz o dia ser mais claro&lt;br /&gt;A noite mais fria&lt;br /&gt;Faz eu não ter que dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mesmas coisas todo o dia&lt;br /&gt;E ver graça nas folhas que caem&lt;br /&gt;Na água que espelha o céu negro&lt;br /&gt;No prazer que é... sentir, e não ver&lt;br /&gt;Sentir... vai alem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=Milene Szilagyi=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;03/03/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-8087971848801394673?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8087971848801394673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=8087971848801394673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8087971848801394673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/8087971848801394673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/03/misterioso-anoitecer.html' title='Misterioso Anoitecer'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-5462804738378561484</id><published>2007-02-19T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:33:08.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guia*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu procurava alguém pra me entender&lt;br /&gt;Vivia alienada em meu próprio universo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivia sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o porque&lt;br /&gt;Não procurava ajuda&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu coração gritava&lt;br /&gt;Me recusando a ouvir... bati na porta errada&lt;br /&gt;E alguém bateu a minha&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu ignorava&lt;br /&gt;As forças eram opostas e ao mesmo tempo iguais&lt;br /&gt;Vivia em um mundo ao qual não conhecia&lt;br /&gt;Então eu procurava descobrir algo em mim&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu não entendia&lt;br /&gt;É que eu fui pro lado errado&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia meus olhos cegos descobriram&lt;br /&gt;Que não são eles que me guiam&lt;br /&gt;Mas o coração mais cego&lt;br /&gt;Que enxerga o sol de longe&lt;br /&gt;Esse sol que se escondia&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de montes e águas&lt;br /&gt;Águas de mentes vazias&lt;br /&gt;Que seguem a estrada errada&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu posso ver&lt;br /&gt;Que quem me guia é você&lt;br /&gt;Através do coração&lt;br /&gt;E de dentro do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-5462804738378561484?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5462804738378561484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=5462804738378561484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5462804738378561484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/5462804738378561484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/02/guia.html' title='Guia'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-116966912281407920</id><published>2007-01-24T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:05:22.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mario*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Mar&lt;br /&gt;Mario Ar&lt;br /&gt;Mario Rio&lt;br /&gt;Mario Riu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-116966912281407920?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116966912281407920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=116966912281407920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/116966912281407920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/116966912281407920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2007/01/mario.html' title='Mario'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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quero ter que pedir abraços&lt;br /&gt;Não quero o sol secando minhas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Não quero me afogar em falsas verdades&lt;br /&gt;E nem chorar ouvindo o mar que me diz&lt;br /&gt;“Como eu estou só, faça-me companhia...”&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ter que explicar&lt;br /&gt;O meu silencio diz que é preciso seguir&lt;br /&gt;Se-guir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006-12-30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-116749355317138143?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116749355317138143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=116749355317138143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Morrendo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão todos estressados&lt;br /&gt;E eu não vejo a hora de sair&lt;br /&gt;Todos gritam, todos falam&lt;br /&gt;E choram, e ouvem&lt;br /&gt;Toleram ou não&lt;br /&gt;Todos buscam algo grande&lt;br /&gt;E sempre maior&lt;br /&gt;Insistem, persistem&lt;br /&gt;Desiste... ou não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que quero fazer tanto&lt;br /&gt;E as vezes não faço nada&lt;br /&gt;E eu que busco sonhar menos&lt;br /&gt;As vezes esqueço que é realidade&lt;br /&gt;É realidade!&lt;br /&gt;A pressão social&lt;br /&gt;As crianças de rua&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que choram&lt;br /&gt;Por estarem sentindo tanto frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui no meu conforto&lt;br /&gt;Com teto e telhas&lt;br /&gt;Com paredes pintadas e pisos no chão&lt;br /&gt;Numa cama espaçosa&lt;br /&gt;Uma coberta tão quente&lt;br /&gt;E reclamando do vendo que entra pela janela&lt;br /&gt;E causa um som no móbile&lt;br /&gt;Como jóias caindo no chão&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho pras estrelas que estão no meu teto&lt;br /&gt;Que brilham no escuro&lt;br /&gt;E todos acham tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;... mas estrelas são lindas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu nem sequer posso sair lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Pois as portas estão trancadas&lt;br /&gt;E há grades nas janelas&lt;br /&gt;E o vento que sopra hoje esta tão frio&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas, desculpas, desculpas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje não há estrelas no céu&lt;br /&gt;A neblina é tão fria e vazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tudo tem hora&lt;br /&gt;Para tudo tem dia&lt;br /&gt;Fobia hoje em dia é algo tão comum&lt;br /&gt;Esquenta, esfria&lt;br /&gt;Sorrimos e rimos&lt;br /&gt;Choramos, gritamos&lt;br /&gt;Falamos baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Pulamos, corremos&lt;br /&gt;Comemos, dormimos&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos errando&lt;br /&gt;Casamos, dançamos&lt;br /&gt;Amamos brincando&lt;br /&gt;Acertamos morrendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É realidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-08-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115919929063465331?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115919929063465331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115919929063465331' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115919929063465331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115919929063465331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/09/acertamos-morrendo.html' title='Acertamos Morrendo'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115897879387286210</id><published>2006-09-22T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:00:49.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Doc. 1*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;As vezes eu só queria acreditar que um dia estarei com você. Ou apenas queria acreditar em sua existência e que um dia irei te encontrar. Há dias que eu me sinto tão só que só preciso de um abraço. Não de palavras e frases bonitas, não de olhos azuis e voz grave... apenas um gesto que faça com que eu sinta que você precisa de mim da mesma forma que eu estou precisando de você. As vezes eu escrevo coisas bonitas, sei disso porque recebo alguns elogios, mas de que adianta se não tem um destinatário, assim como esse texto que escrevo agora... será apenas mais um doc.1 sem titulo... de que me valem as palavras bonitas, as rimas e refrões se meu coração no fundo esta vazio, que ate se ouve o eco? Eu só queria cuidar de você quando estiver doente, te fazer chá e sair no frio de madrugada para te comprar remédios, te dar o meu cobertor mais quente e acariciar sua cabeça para que você durma em meu colo e esqueça toda dor. Eu queria que como nos filmes eu ligasse pra você num dia chuvoso dizendo que me sinto só, e você largasse tudo o que esta fazendo, saísse do trabalho ainda no meio turno e voltasse correndo pra casa só para me dar um abraço para eu me sentir melhor, e ainda me traria flores e um chocolate para tentar me fazer sorrir, mas só de ter você comigo eu já estaria explodindo de emoção e felicidade. Eu preciso de você... para enxugar minhas lagrimas, para contagiar-te com meu sorriso, para sairmos juntos, para brigarmos e nos reconciliarmos, para brincarmos, conversarmos, simplesmente estarmos... um ao lado do outro. Eu quero estar no sofá com você assistindo um filme, comendo pipoca de microondas e tomando coca-cola. Quero você pra me ajudar a dar banho no cachorro, te molhar com a mangueira, te fazer cócegas, te fazer rir, dançar comigo, te acompanhar nas festas, te fazer massagem quando estiver cansado, levar seu café na cama, te desejar bom dia, bom trabalho baby! Eu só quero alguém pra cuidar e que cuide de mim. Eu só quero alguém pra me ouvir e me compreender, alguém que me faça se sentir uma mulher de verdade, mesmo quando eu estiver arrasada, triste, descabelada e sofrendo. Eu quero apenas que me ensine a amar você e eu quero te ensinar a me amar.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu tenho medo de não te encontrar... como eu tenho medo de não te reconhecer e deixar você passar... como eu tenho medo de me confundir e sofrer como sempre sofro. O meu medo é tanto que já parei de te procurar. Desculpe deixar toda essa parte pra você, mas por favor me encontre logo, pois eu não vejo a hora que me ensine a te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*[Milene Szilagyi]*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(01-09-06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115897879387286210?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115897879387286210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115897879387286210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115897879387286210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115897879387286210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/09/doc-1.html' title='Doc. 1'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115897591210922563</id><published>2006-09-22T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:45:12.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reflexão*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje eu descobri uma coisa, sem esperar por isso, talvez ninguém leia isso que eu estou escrevendo, alias eu nem sei o que vou escrever. Só que, hoje eu percebi de verdade, que quando se para pra refletir sobre a vida, sobre o que se viveu, pra ser mais exata, começa a habitar muita confusão dentro da mente e ainda mais do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-se... de coisas, atos, pessoas... e da uma certa vontade de querer voltar em alguns momentos, espaços de tempos mínimos, e mudar... tudo... tentar fazer ao contrario... quem sabe de um melhor resultado. E lembramos de sentimentos, do que sentimos, do que deixamos de sentir, será possível sentirmos novamente aquilo que sentimos, apenas com a força do pensamento?&lt;br /&gt;As vezes me pergunto: para que servem as lembranças? Sejam boas, sejam ruins, sempre trazem lagrimas. E refletir sobre o futuro? Parece ser ainda mais tempestuoso, o que será de mim daqui a 30, 40 anos? Será que eu vou existir? E é tão cruel refletir sobre a morte, ainda mais quando se trata da nossa... como pode ser morrer? Deixar de existir! Parece tão simples quando acontece com os outros, e da impressão que nunca acontecera com agente.&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento é um livre arbítrio não é? Como por exemplo eu posso mesmo pensar no futuro, enquanto estou no presente, já quero saber... porque você esta lendo isso?&lt;br /&gt;Mas já penso no passado, como por exemplo: porque ou como eu pude escrever tudo isso sem rasuras?&lt;br /&gt;E porque a caneta falhou agora se o tubo esta cheio de tinta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115897591210922563?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115897591210922563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115593935020475968</id><published>2006-08-18T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:15:50.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volta*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ver você chorando as magoas de alguém&lt;br /&gt;E nem suspirando em rancor&lt;br /&gt;E nem se oprimindo aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso tanto em você&lt;br /&gt;Como queria poder te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Você não faz idéia&lt;br /&gt;E no fundo eu também não&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria que você pudesse ao menos me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Como eu quero te sentir&lt;br /&gt;Como eu quero te tocar&lt;br /&gt;E nem ao menos te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu não posso mais&lt;br /&gt;Me diga que não é real&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ainda posso te ver&lt;br /&gt;E te abraçar como antes&lt;br /&gt;E te ter perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;O que será que aconteceria&lt;br /&gt;Se agora eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Estivéssemos frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;Sem se preocupar com nada&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o vento corre&lt;br /&gt;E eu já não sinto nada&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria ter você&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria poder te ver&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Não da mais...&lt;br /&gt;E se neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos lábios se encontrassem&lt;br /&gt;O que iria haver no tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo seria flores&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sonhei com você&lt;br /&gt;Você pegava minha mão&lt;br /&gt;E me puxava pra você&lt;br /&gt;E me beijava olho no olho&lt;br /&gt;E as flores que caiam sobre nos&lt;br /&gt;Eram tão lindas&lt;br /&gt;E o vento que soprava era tão quente&lt;br /&gt;A brisa nua&lt;br /&gt;E nossos corpos pareciam apenas um&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois você sumiu&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente me deixou&lt;br /&gt;E de mim lagrimas escorreram&lt;br /&gt;O meu rosto estava nu&lt;br /&gt;Sem você perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;O vento se esfriou&lt;br /&gt;Eu me tornei um iceberg&lt;br /&gt;E você não voltou mais&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que eu acordei&lt;br /&gt;E vi que realmente estava sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma razão tão certa&lt;br /&gt;E sem algo que pudesse me ajudar a levantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115593935020475968?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115593935020475968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115593935020475968' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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crer&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo acaba assim...&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo não passou de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Porque teve que terminar assim?&lt;br /&gt;O que eu fiz pra merecer?&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou levando ate aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Já que não ha. mais o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Já que eu ainda posso respirar&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar viver...&lt;br /&gt;Você já imaginou perder tudo de repente&lt;br /&gt;O meu tudo era apenas uma coisa&lt;br /&gt;E hoje foi lançado ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se tenho mais a perder&lt;br /&gt;Volte e fique comigo...&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer para acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer para continuar?&lt;br /&gt;E eu que só queria sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma vez&lt;br /&gt;E agora não tenho mais expressões&lt;br /&gt;Com você foram-se todas minhas reações&lt;br /&gt;E eu só queria sorrir uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sinto frio&lt;br /&gt;Nem sequer posso chorar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu deito, fecho os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso dormir&lt;br /&gt;E não posso me levantar...&lt;br /&gt;Leia meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Volte pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Não quero viver de momentos&lt;br /&gt;Não posso sorrir contra o vento&lt;br /&gt;Não queria viver esse fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Milene Szilagyi]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2006-08-15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115565585320059959?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115565585320059959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115565585320059959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115565585320059959'/><link 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todos ouvirem&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia berrar num alto-falante&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia me ajoelhar no meio da rua&lt;br /&gt;E gritar para todos ouvirem que eu gosto de você&lt;br /&gt;Mas prefiro ficar nas palavras e atos&lt;br /&gt;Só pra você...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não vou conseguir demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;O quanto te gosto&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso tentar te convencer&lt;br /&gt;Não só com palavras, mas também atitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso te dar todas as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso olhá-las junto com você&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso estar com você 24 horas&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso te amar até o dia seguinte&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso te fazer sorrir todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso tentar enquanto estiver com você&lt;br /&gt;Não posso te olhar todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso imaginar-te em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois tua voz me acalma&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso me motiva&lt;br /&gt;Teu ar doce me da paz&lt;br /&gt;E teu abraço me completa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria poder te contemplar&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias te abraçar, te tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria poder ouvir sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Sentir teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Para me acalmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso te dar riquezas&lt;br /&gt;Nem palavras tão bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Nem rimas tão significantes&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso te dizer as palavras mais sinceras&lt;br /&gt;E posso te dar as riquezas mais valorosas&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sentimentos que serão eternos&lt;br /&gt;E o meu sorriso sincero que você sempre terá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115558169629045126?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115558169629045126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115558169629045126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115558169629045126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115558169629045126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-que-posso-e-no-posso.html' title='O que posso e não posso'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115517313625965407</id><published>2006-08-09T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:22:53.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Só Quero Aprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu Só Quero Aprender*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Não vou mais me perdoar, eu só quero aprender... A sonhar. Eu só querover o mar, enganar a solidão e dizer q eu estou bem. Eu só quero aprender a sorrir. Olhar pro céu e ver estrelas e pensar: Será que tu podes me ver, será q podes me sentir, eu quero te tocar. Eu só quero aprender a não te ter. Eu quero caminhar a sós com o sol ouvindo o silencio que me diz: Você e leigo nessa vida de ilusões, vive lamentando e sempre vem pedir algo pra Deus. Se pensa q e assim? O tempo passa e você não aprendeu... Eu só quero entender, o q fazer pra agüentar este silencio q me toma, q me toma sem pensar. Eu só quero aprender a aprender a não voltar. Quero me convencer q um dia eu posso ser feliz, um dia eu posso encontrar uma razão para viver, talvez alguém pra me entender, talvez alguém pra me ensinar... A viver!Pra mim tudo e solidão, tudo e medo e ilusão. E eu só quero aprender a ver tudo diferente, quem sabe um dia eu possa ate vir a sorrir. Eu quero aprender a sorrir e ser feliz, a viver e não chorar, não ser + perdedor Andar na areia e tentar me convencer q sou apenas só mais um pobre iludido neste mundo de rancores, sofrimento e traição, de dor e decepção. Onde todos sempre vão só aprender a te julgar, porque a moda é odiar, poucos são os que aprenderam e vão aprender a amar. Eu só quero te dizer, que quero aprender com você. Coisas novas pra viver, coisas novas pra pensar, com você quero aprender a sonhar e acordar, me ensina a não chorar, a ver as coisas de outra forma, me ensina a te amar... Pois eu só quero aprender a viver... A viver..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiLi SzIlAgYi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2006) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115517313625965407?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115517313625965407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115517313625965407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115517313625965407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115517313625965407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/08/eu-s-quero-aprender.html' title='Eu Só Quero Aprender'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115472026548387239</id><published>2006-08-04T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:37:45.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Resposta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu poderia te dar o mundo todo&lt;br /&gt;mas sera q minhas palavras bastam?&lt;br /&gt;eu poderia te dar meu sorriso mais puro&lt;br /&gt;mas neste momento nao posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talvez um dia voce perceba o quanto te amo&lt;br /&gt; e minhas palavras vaum fazer vc entender&lt;br /&gt; que o que vem por ultimo e o mais importante&lt;br /&gt; e entaum eu vo poder te mostrar o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meu coração massacrado ja nao enxerga mais nada&lt;br /&gt;eu confio no seu amor&lt;br /&gt;mas nao me vejo a seu lado&lt;br /&gt;meu mundo esta esgotado&lt;br /&gt;mas me siNto em suas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Desculpe se eu te faço sofrer&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo que faço e por voce, somente por vc&lt;br /&gt; quando ouço a chuva cair&lt;br /&gt;lembro que podia estar com voce&lt;br /&gt;e asSim poderia te dizer&lt;br /&gt; te amo....te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vc nao me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;mas é doloroso recordar&lt;br /&gt;a chuva me lembra vc&lt;br /&gt;que hoje eu ja nao posso mais ter&lt;br /&gt;eu poderia recitar versos e versos pra tentar te convencer&lt;br /&gt;mas minha solidao me toma&lt;br /&gt;ao ponto de eu nao conseguir dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Nunca se sinta só&lt;br /&gt;porque eu sempre vou estar do seu lado&lt;br /&gt;e nos dias mais tristes&lt;br /&gt; Eu vou fazer voce se lembrar&lt;br /&gt;que alguem neste mundo te  ama mais que tudo&lt;br /&gt;e quem sabe o vento naum te traga pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;fazendo com que nosso amor se realize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esse é meu sonho mais distante&lt;br /&gt;porem meu desejo mais solido&lt;br /&gt;o meu maior diamante&lt;br /&gt;esta no brilho dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e o meu melhor presente&lt;br /&gt;é seu sorriso mais sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saiba que meu sorriso voce sempre tera&lt;br /&gt; e os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;nao dizem nada mais do que tudo que sinto por voce,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso estar longe de ti&lt;br /&gt; Mas amanha posso estar com voce,&lt;br /&gt;e o nosso sonho se tornara real,&lt;br /&gt;porque eu te quero sempre...sempre&lt;br /&gt; Meu amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meus momentos mais felizes ao seu lado viverei&lt;br /&gt;o seu amor me convence que ao seu lado eu estarei&lt;br /&gt;mesmo longe hoje eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;que eu posso te ter aqui comigo&lt;br /&gt;pois o que eu eu quero viver&lt;br /&gt;é nossa felicidade&lt;br /&gt;ter um ombro, um amigo&lt;br /&gt;ter um sonho mais concreto&lt;br /&gt;sentir teu amor mais de perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leandro Gomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006-07-20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115472026548387239?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115472026548387239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115472026548387239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115472026548387239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115472026548387239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/08/resposta.html' title='Resposta'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115418870296796721</id><published>2006-07-29T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:58:22.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver, Sonhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver, Sonhar...*&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei... desisti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me julque&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O quanto errei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por isso me faça sentir-me bem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero viver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De novo sonhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso de ajuda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero viver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Respirar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem pesar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As coisas nas minhas costas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei que você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estava ao meu lado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao te chamar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já ouço seus passos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Portanto ajude-me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A me levantar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso viver&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De novo sonhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero estar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao lado de alguém&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aprender a não errar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saber concertar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu vivo assim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Respiro você&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E é por isso que ainda vivo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me abandone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinto-me congelando interiormente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando você parte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por isso volte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me deixe morrer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115418870296796721?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115418870296796721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115418870296796721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115418870296796721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115418870296796721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/viver-sonhar.html' title='Viver, Sonhar...'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115418827710727969</id><published>2006-07-29T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:51:17.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor Maior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dor Maior*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde esta você&lt;br /&gt;Eu brigo por querer saber&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo o véu do desespero&lt;br /&gt;Imploro para te ver&lt;br /&gt;Lindos olhos cor do céu&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje é o que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Dor infinita que surge no peito&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que eu me encontre&lt;br /&gt;Tudo agora é solitário&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperava por você&lt;br /&gt;Um momento oportuno&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo se confunde&lt;br /&gt;Leve toque hoje eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo em que não posso a ti ter&lt;br /&gt;Risco constante de te perder&lt;br /&gt;Vivo pelo que tu és&lt;br /&gt;Impossível te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Ver que eu já não te tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não agüento a dor maior&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Poder te ver, respirar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115418827710727969?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115418827710727969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115418827710727969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115418827710727969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115418827710727969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/dor-maior.html' title='Dor Maior'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115418581463304926</id><published>2006-07-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:10:14.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes o que eu pensava ser felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Não passava de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Só depois de te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;É que eu fui descobrir o que é verdadeiramente ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E o que realmente é bom pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que saiba&lt;br /&gt;Que quando você&lt;br /&gt;Estiver se sentindo sozinho&lt;br /&gt;E precisar de uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Alguém para te guiar através da noite&lt;br /&gt;Apenas lembre-se...&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MiLeNe SzIlAgYi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115418581463304926?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115418581463304926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115418581463304926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115418581463304926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115418581463304926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/voc.html' title='Você'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115418252073475657</id><published>2006-07-29T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:15:20.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagrimas de Sangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lagrimas de Sangue*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinceramente eu não sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que vai acontecer amanhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas eu tentei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De tudo eu falei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo nessa vida, pensei que provei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enfim eu acordei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vi que agora esta difícil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não agüento mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esse jeito de viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parece não haver razoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só haver complicações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero sonhar com alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não agüento mais essa vontade de chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E quando eu não choro é porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Existe alguém perto de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque o meu amor sempre acaba como um iceberg de tristeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sabe, quando parece não haver saída &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não haver solução &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu sei que mais cedo ou mais tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isso pode melhorar ou piorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas eu só queria ser feliz uma vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu sei que não é fácil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ninguém pode me ajudar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas eu preciso contar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero dormir e sonhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que com alguém eu sou feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E se for para não mais acordar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estarei sorrindo em meus pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não quero mais sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E menos fazer sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas da pra viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mesmo que caindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tropeçando e ofegando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talvez tudo possa melhorar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em minha mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde não habita ilusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só cores neutras que ferem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E transborda tristeza em meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso aprender a sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sorrir de verdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por dentro e por fora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não só em meu exterior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se pareço alguém que não sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não sei se sei quem sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quase nunca sei me explicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu não sei explicar quem sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu tentar encontrar uma razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talvez eu entre em contradição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas agora querendo ou não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu vou chorar e viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lagrimas de sangue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você sabe o que é isso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É como uma felicidade mórbida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Temporária e insensata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dor constante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ferida que sangra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorriso sofrido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pesadelo sem fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero sair, me distrair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não queria fugir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não posso sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chega de desculpas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chega de perdas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque a ferida não fecha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sangra mais que um simples corte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sangue é a cor do meu dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha face é da morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não consigo concluir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esse texto que fiz simplesmente para mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A historia acaba assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivi triste e só pra sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E fim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;●☆ღ °★Milene★°ღ☆● Szilagyi★°ღ☆●&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[2006-06-09]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115418252073475657?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115418252073475657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115418252073475657' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115418252073475657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115418252073475657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/lagrimas-de-sangue.html' title='Lagrimas de Sangue'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115412087355231691</id><published>2006-07-28T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:07:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem Sou Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sou eu*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou a sua ilusão mais amarga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O seu sol mais frio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou o silencio da meia-noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aquilo que não se pode ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou a luxuria que se perde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em passos largos e sofridos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou a solidão remota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E a miséria disfarçada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O sangue que escorre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porem não se enxerga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo inconfundível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O adeus que não se nega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou a felicidade mórbida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o sentimento improvidente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou a escuridão que se perde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entre mares vermelhos e fundos de dores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou o drama que ruge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entre montanhas de gelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou o astro inalcançável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O seu sonho e pesadelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou o seu céu mais escuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sua ilusão mais sofrida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sua lagrima de sangue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou morte, eu sou vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou a paixão inábil e alienável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O espinho que arranha e faz sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou o desejo desvairado, porem controlável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que você não quer viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szialgyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006-04-09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115412087355231691?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115412087355231691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115412087355231691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115412087355231691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115412087355231691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem Sou Eu'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115412065012339447</id><published>2006-07-28T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:04:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Entrego Meu Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te Entrego Meu Coração*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero me libertar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ouvir as batidas do seu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não quero mais mergulhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somente no que eu acredito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas também no que você vê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo o que eu quero agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É fazer parte de você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As conseqüências podem vir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não quero mais pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se vou ou não fazer sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não posso mais me ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só quero acreditar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Naquilo que vivemos, viveremos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois pra mim não é difícil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saber te compreender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parece quase impossível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensar em viver sem você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me importo com os problemas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que vivi e que viveu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me importo em superarmos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo que for paralelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que por nós aconteceu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não quero mais me afogar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neste mar de solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero me entregar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sendo estilete sem cabo ou não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ficar só também é bom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sozinho nada somos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu bem tentei reagir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas enfim eu entendi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para tudo a uma razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não mando mais no coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E você querendo ou não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Encontrou a chave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que um dia jogarão no chão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você me desarmou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E esta sufocando o medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acorrentando a ilusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E mesmo antes sem eu querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora eu posso dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te entrego meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi*-*-*-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006-03-25) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115412065012339447?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115412065012339447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115412065012339447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115412065012339447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115412065012339447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/te-entrego-meu-corao.html' title='Te Entrego Meu Coração'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411634192631268</id><published>2006-07-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:52:21.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O vento corre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O frio se sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solidão remota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solidão que corta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ferida que sangra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem cura, sem jeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aceitando tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem opção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As coisas mudam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem ar, sem luta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As coisas param... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem sol, sem lua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo muda... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem amor, sem compaixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo para... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem morte, sem vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paisagens mudas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem emoção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que arrancam suspiros de uma paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Calor que se sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De longe se passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olhares mudos sem reação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Palavras cegas sem expressão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solidão, Solidão... Solidão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mudar impossível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A sina sem vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não me atingiu somente o peito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me traz dor, lagrimas e sofrimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me deixa sem nenhuma opção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solidão que me toma o peito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mente e o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi*-**&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411634192631268?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411634192631268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411634192631268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411634192631268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411634192631268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411551412930616</id><published>2006-07-28T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:38:34.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interior*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Existe algo em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não me deixa dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A grande afeição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ostento por ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por isso espero que sintas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem eu ter que muito explicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu mal sei falar bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por isso uso a poesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra melhor me expressar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Através dela eu sei falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Soa como uma canção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois cada palavra daqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escrevo com o coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se a rima não ficar boa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A sintonia não encaixar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saiba que eu não me importo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois quero apenas que saibas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que eu amo o seu olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sei o que mais me encanta; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sua voz doce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ou seu olhar leve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ou ainda sua beleza inferior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sei que só falo isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por seu interior eu não conhecer ainda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois é o que eu sinto em você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que com certeza é essa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A parte do teu ser mais linda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006-01-19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411551412930616?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411551412930616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411551412930616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411551412930616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411551412930616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/interior.html' title='Interior'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411539341820364</id><published>2006-07-28T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:36:33.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luz*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem nunca sequer falar-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pude ver um brilho em ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma luz que Deus vive a me mostrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um alguém que revela-se tão lindo a mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um olhar que invade ate meus sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguém que eu nem conheço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E que também não me conheces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas que desperta por dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Algo que eu nem sei dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só sei que é doce e amargo ao mesmo tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Duro e bonito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rápido e veloz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como a chuva que cai e pesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sobre flores e perfumes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas também é lento e leve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como o vento mais calmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o toque mais suave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É como o ébano mais negro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E alvo como a neve mais límpida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando eu olho pra seus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que transmitem tanta paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha alma se põe leve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E parece descansar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivo a ouvir tua voz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No silencio de minha mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me pego pensando em ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E é como uma semente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que brota em meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao ouvir tua voz doce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que soa como mel suave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De flores que almejam carinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou como a noite escura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ininteligível e carente de luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que procura entre as trevas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A luz que eu possa enxergar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... que só eu possa enxergar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E assim como Deus tem me dito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero lhe confessar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que essa luz em meio às trevas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esse brilho que se preza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Encontrei em teu olhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006-01-19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411539341820364?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411539341820364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411539341820364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411539341820364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411539341820364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/luz.html' title='Luz'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411476251710998</id><published>2006-07-28T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:26:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Vejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te Vejo*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo no sorriso da criança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo na pétala da flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo no ar quente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E na chuva de verão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo no vento mais frio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo no sol mais mínimo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo na gota de orvalho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E vejo na grama do campo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo na estrela que mais brilha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E vejo na lua mais clara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo na noite mais fria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo na sala vazia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo no cair da noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No pôr-do-sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A todo instante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo na imensidão das trevas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo em cada olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo a todo momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo no meu sonhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu deitar, meu levantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu dormir, meu acordar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo na minha ilusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo em meu sossegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo em meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo em meu respirar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411476251710998?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411476251710998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411476251710998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411476251710998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411476251710998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/te-vejo.html' title='Te Vejo'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411462443251431</id><published>2006-07-28T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:23:44.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonho*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você percebe que tudo era um sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao se dar conta de que acordou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando tudo desaparece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só você permanece aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não suporto a dor de pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que a vida um dia acabara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas vale um momento ao seu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que uma eternidade em outro lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para mim a mais linda poesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É uma palavra que de sua boca sai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um sorriso tão inocente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pureza e lagrimas no olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando tudo não passou de um sonho bom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lamentos por ter acordado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Eu não acredito na morte..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"O amor é uma grande mentira..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas algumas coisas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;São verdadeiras, quer você acredite nelas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...ou não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo se torna um sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando você nota que esta acordado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo se torna tão fácil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando se esta sonhando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra que acordar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E perceber que terei de viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas um dia sem você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411462443251431?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411462443251431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411462443251431' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411462443251431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411462443251431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411435989503500</id><published>2006-07-28T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:19:19.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obsessão*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu amo você mais que tudo no mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu te amo mais que eu mesma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você é o motivo que me trás a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sou louca por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou completamente obcecada por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só vivo por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só vivo pra te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se você morrer logo após me mato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra poder estar com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por toda a eternidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você é meu crucifixo de prata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo aquilo que me trás sorte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muito mais do que eu sonhei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você esta em minha mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esta em minhas lagrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero morrer com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero ter a tua boca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero ler a tua mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entender seu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você pode me bater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você pode me ofender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois para sempre e sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ti irei me humilhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quanto mais me maltratar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais eu irei te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os teus beijos me completam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você é uma parte de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enxergo tua alma na noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te vejo quando já se foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você é a minha lua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha estrela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minhas trevas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você é a minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha luz na escuridão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(+/- 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411435989503500?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411435989503500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411435989503500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411435989503500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411435989503500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/obsesso.html' title='Obsessão'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411365984582583</id><published>2006-07-28T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:07:39.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vingança*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você, tão perto, porem tão distante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao meu lado, te sinto tão longe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É como ter o papel e a caneta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não ter palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tenho tudo para te roubar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Menos coragem para encarar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tenho lagrimas para enxugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho sangue para derramar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não tenho espada para me cortar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E não tenho forças sequer pra chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho o mundo para girar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não tenho água para o sustentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tenho minha mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E vejo o diamante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu tenho o mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas nem tudo o que há nele me convém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prefiro esperar o dia que receberei em dobro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todo o amor que há guardado para mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E vai ser o seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E é um amor tão grande que hoje posso te dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas lá no futuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ele você ira me implorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E será uma pena que eu não poderei lhe ajudar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao contrario disso eu irei te desprezar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo o que eu sofro hoje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em dobro você sofrera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E isso você pode gravar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cada palavra que eu digo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será um grito que você vai dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será sua lagrima que ira escorrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E disso não adianta tentar se esconder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E por mais que você negue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo o que você me faz sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você ira com lagrimas se arrepender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No meu coração guardo tudo o que "era" pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas todo esse carinho e todo esse amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se transformara em ódio e em rancor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outra pessoa eu não digo que ocupara seu lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas pode ter certeza que com muito arrependimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você a mim ira se humilhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ira chorar e ira me implorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por mais uma chance, pelo meu amor de volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas quando este dia chegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu amor já terá morrido há tempos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu amor por mim eu já não vou querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E só sobrara o ódio que terei por ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E meu desejo incomparável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De querer te ver morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma morte de dor, lenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma morte triste e sangrenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E será o meu sangue que você vai derramar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E a culpa que você ira carregar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nem mesmo o demônio poderia suportar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E no dia da sua morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo ira se isolar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E será como minha reencarnação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas dessa vez virei forte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para não mais me apaixonar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411365984582583?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411365984582583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411365984582583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411365984582583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411365984582583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/vingana.html' title='Vingança'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411165093769859</id><published>2006-07-28T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:34:10.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ela que me deu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me amparou em meio as trevas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não creio que consegui herdar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tal beleza e doçura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tal coração tão lindo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ela devo as noites boas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que passei em conforto e abrigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ela devo a alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De poder sorrir-te todos os dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mulher que sempre linda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Revelou-se para mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem sempre me deu carinho e amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em meio a angustia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi ela quem me fez crescer sorrindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E chorando... de alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alegria de poder admirar-lhe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A flor mais linda do jardim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mais linda entre as mulheres... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O raio do sol mais forte... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A estrela que mais brilha em minha vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O meu ponto de partida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu abrigo na angustia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha luz na escuridão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ela devo a vida e a paz no coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois com ela eu me garanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nunca viver na solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E este poema que dedico com tanta emoção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É especialmente a mãe mais linda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que sempre e sempre habitara em meu coração! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**Milene Szilagyi**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005-11-22) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411165093769859?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411165093769859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411165093769859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411165093769859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411165093769859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/me.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411151043483737</id><published>2006-07-28T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:31:50.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOFRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SOFRO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofro porque não sei amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofro porque não sei chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofro porque não sei viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sofro por querer morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amo por não saber sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amo por não querer chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amo por só querer viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amo por não querer morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choro porque só sei sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choro porque só sei amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choro porque quero viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choro pelo medo de morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morro de tanto sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morro de tanto chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morro de tanto viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morro de tanto te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivo para não te ver morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morro para não te ver chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choro para não te ver sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofro por só saber te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MILENE SZILAGYI***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411151043483737?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411151043483737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411151043483737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411151043483737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411151043483737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/sofro.html' title='SOFRO'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411138544664771</id><published>2006-07-28T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:29:45.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvindo o Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvindo o Coração*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os segredos do coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem poderá revelar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando o coração se encontra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em um mundo mais distante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E vem o medo de amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que fazer para ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que se quer enxergar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando pensamos que sozinho estamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E de repente chega alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para provar o contrario &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lutar para não pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No que mais se quer lembrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelo medo de errar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de se enganar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Querer e não confessar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que quero te ver, te tocar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saber que eu não estou só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só quando de ti eu me lembrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perto de ti eu sempre estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei que parece ilusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas tudo o que eu mais quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É ouvir meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E deixar ele falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E me deixar se expressar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que de você eu espero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isso eu não sei bem ao certo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem sabe o brilho do seu olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem sabe vivermos um livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com uma historia pra contar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411138544664771?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411138544664771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411138544664771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411138544664771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411138544664771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/ouvindo-o-corao.html' title='Ouvindo o Coração'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411122113401785</id><published>2006-07-28T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:27:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negar Que Te Tenho Em Um Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negar Que Te Tenho Em Um Beijo*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por não conhecer-tes muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu posso dizer-te tão pouco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porem o necessário, o inconfundível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E inevitável como o vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como negar que te quero? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como negar que te tenho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como negar que me atrais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se esta escrito por dentro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te tenho em minha mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te tenho em meu silencio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te tenho em meu desejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te tenho em minha carência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me toca ver teu silencio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me toca ver tua ausência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me toca te ter tão longe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E ainda assim sentir-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sentir o calor de teu coração tão lindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu coração transparente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu coração amigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alegre porem meio ausente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As vezes pareces ter medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De expressar-se abertamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim posso sentir-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Doce meigo e livremente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu olhar é calmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tua voz é doce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu toque é suave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E teu ar sincero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixo por aqui minhas palavras puras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minhas expressões mais do que devidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porem são sinceras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E espero que compreendidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixo-te também um beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Doce e amargo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De lagrimas de alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De rancor, paixão e dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De carinho, ódio e amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um beijo de solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De tristeza e traição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um beijo na boca ou não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas beijo de coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006-01-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411122113401785?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411122113401785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411122113401785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411122113401785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411122113401785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/negar-que-te-tenho-em-um-beijo.html' title='Negar Que Te Tenho Em Um Beijo'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115411076541997607</id><published>2006-07-28T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:19:25.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Encontrarei De Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te Encontrarei De Novo*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando tudo parece ter acabado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vem as lembranças para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos deixar mais tristes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Raramente poderemos fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Da lembrança realidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Realidade é algo que existe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lembrança algo que já existiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porem, parece sempre existir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As vezes te tenho de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em seus braços quentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em seus abraços flutuantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho uma razão de novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tenho teu sorriso para me fazer sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas tudo não passa de um sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ilusão ótica do olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do pensamento... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Das lembranças... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parece ter sido ontem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As lembranças que me trazem lagrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me trazem infinitamente mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais lagrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queria ter você de volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem ter que justificar o porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apenas te quero de volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois sem você não há razoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não há nexo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora em quem confiar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A quem meus segredos eu irei contar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A quem contarei minhas tristezas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A quem confiarei meu amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quanta crueldade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu nunca imaginei isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois nunca consegui me imaginar sem você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me imaginar sem vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem razoes para viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora te vejo calado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E já não podes me ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sinto que podes me ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E só quero que saiba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que você foi único &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sem você jamais vou sobreviver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se já não podes voltar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pode deixar que eu vou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E daqui a pouco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu irei te encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E espero que não tenha me trocado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Espere por mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ainda hoje... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115411076541997607?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115411076541997607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115411076541997607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411076541997607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115411076541997607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/te-encontrarei-de-novo.html' title='Te Encontrarei De Novo'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410883902883623</id><published>2006-07-28T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:47:20.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medo*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de se prender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de se assumir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo de se dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De se entregar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de fazer o que se é mandado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de se machucar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não de ser machucado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo de agir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo de ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maior que o medo de falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de se expressar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de enganar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não de ser enganado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abafar o coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E não o deixar gritar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que fazer quando se sabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que se tem o coração frágil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fugir? Seguir? Voltar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se isolar? Se prender? Se entregar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de não ter a quem amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de não ter a quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ME amar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi++++++&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005-09-27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410883902883623?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115410883902883623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115410883902883623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410883902883623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410883902883623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410363806228793</id><published>2006-07-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:20:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristeza*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quanto é difícil passar a tristeza pro papel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não existe sentimento mais só e pior que a tristeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A minha tristeza parece não ter fim nem tamanho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E nem muita explicação, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sentir-se só estando sempre acompanhado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parece ser uma solidão remota, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um sentimento que corta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma aflição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma magoa em estado de drama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Infelicidade lastimável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que transborda em depressão meu melancólico coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Incontáveis lagrimas derramadas em vão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alienar-se em seu próprio universo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra tentar esquecer a dor, o sentimento interior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A magoa de não poder sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De não poder sonhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De não poder viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De só saber chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2006-01-26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410363806228793?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115410363806228793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115410363806228793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410363806228793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410363806228793'/><link 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alma que possui sentimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Corpo que toma luzes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Águas que banham serpentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vangloriosa luz de um luar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Misterioso ser desprezível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que se deixa tomar o corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um sentimento qualquer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que serpente és agora? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que nem rastejar-te mais pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nem alvorecer-te a alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Consegues por corpo e ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inexistência absoluta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De uma serpente qualquer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que perdeu a sua luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por banhas-te de rastejos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410355079194040?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115410355079194040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115410355079194040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410355079194040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410355079194040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/serpente.html' title='Serpente'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410335583323845</id><published>2006-07-28T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:15:55.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distante Oposto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISTANTE OPOSTO*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Palavras doces, toques suaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olhar leve, ar sincero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um momento simplesmente eterno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Dois caminhos simplesmente opostos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Mentes pouco deferentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Corações completamente distantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Olhares que não se cruzam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Palavras que não se ouvem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Toques que não se sentem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Momentos que não são lembrados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porem não são esquecidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seus toques suaves que almejam paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seu olhar leve, suas palavras doces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Faz sua alma ser tão pura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E seu coração tão transparente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Seu sono profundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seu ar tão distante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra mim são valores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Valores de sua existência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um momento que pode mal ser lembrado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porem jamais será esquecido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*MILENE SZILAGYI*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410335583323845?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410321891982376</id><published>2006-07-28T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:13:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só queria ter o seu abraço leve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O seu toque mais suave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o seu olhar sincero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só queria os seus beijos doces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ouvir a sua voz calma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suas palavras cativantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só queria o teu coração tão lindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ler seus pensamentos lívidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sua alma tão tranqüila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só queria sua mão junto da minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tocar seus lábios macios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter seus abraços flutuantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queria escrever um livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao teu lado uma historia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com sua letra ser escrita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As palavras na memória. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410321891982376?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115410321891982376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115410321891982376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410321891982376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410321891982376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/queria.html' title='Queria'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410290228315220</id><published>2006-07-28T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:08:22.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descontrole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descontrole*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Até quando poderei agüentar essa pressão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suportar uma ilusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Querendo por não querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Controlar os pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que fluem a todo o momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E a vontade de te ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que desesperadamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ganha o corpo e invade a mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Algo que foge do controle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vontade de abrir o peito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E se entregar sem pensar nas conseqüências &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só lembrar de sua existência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que invade até meus sonhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A loucura da fissura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por sua encantadora aparência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(00/05/05) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410290228315220?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410262370647059</id><published>2006-07-28T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:03:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por traz de toda mascara há uma expressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por traz de toda mascara há uma expressão*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os risos constantes se ouvem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorrisos, risadas, satisfação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Graças a quem lhe concede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A estampa no rosto de muitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prazer de viver mais um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por alguém que os alegra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um alguém que da risadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Juntamente com os humores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora, se estas triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem lhe dara aconchego? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem lhe fará dar risada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mesma que fazes dar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Quando chora um palhaço" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As arvores balançam o ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não escutam-se as risadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem ira ouvir-te a alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando triste se encontrar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem lhe dara uma alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como ele assim lhe dá? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por trás de toda mascara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com certeza há uma expressão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As maquiagens que borram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escorrem por seu rosto nu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Expressão marcante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lagrimas de um ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ninguém procura saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se as coisas andam mal ou bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um ser que ninguém percebe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porem vive em um atrito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um ser que ninguém procura saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde busca inspiração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que sem querer causar drama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abaixa suas frontes e suas lagrimas derrama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivendo sem emoção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem amor, sem reação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma mascara que cobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sua constante alienação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410262370647059?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115410262370647059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115410262370647059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410262370647059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410262370647059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/por-traz-de-toda-mascara-h-uma.html' title='Por traz de toda mascara há uma expressão'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410250853774417</id><published>2006-07-28T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:01:48.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Te Tenho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não Te Tenho*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu fico aqui sofrendo por dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sonhando e te querendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensando e te desejando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem poder te ter ao lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parece que as horas não passam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem eu falar com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois pra mim isso já basta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Falar com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E a vida monótona que eu recebi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora vai mudando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois a algo nascendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nascendo e crescendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dentro de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração se põe leve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porem triste e amargurado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por saber que eu não te tenho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não te tenho a meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu juro que minha vontade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É de fugir pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para ao seu lado viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando você chega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu me sinto nas nuvens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parece um castigo não poder te ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o meu maior castigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É não estar com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas prometo que um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Iremos nos encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o que eu puder vou lhe dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O sentimento que não se esquece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tudo o que você merece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Milene Szilagyi#&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005-10-15) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410250853774417?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115410250853774417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115410250853774417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410250853774417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410250853774417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-te-tenho.html' title='Não Te Tenho'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410231948305274</id><published>2006-07-28T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:58:39.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te Quero*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ele é mais do que eu pensei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais do que eu imaginei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ele é mais do que esperei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais do que eu sonhei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seu coração que tão lindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se põe tão frágil em si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tão perfeito por dentro e por fora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como uma estrela que brilha tão forte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Podemos ver sua luz de longe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero o brilho dos teus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero seu sorriso constante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero seu olhar mais belo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ouvir suas palavras doces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao meu lado te ver bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorrindo ou chorando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem você não fico sem S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aber de tua existência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Basta para eu sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lembrar que eu não te tenho ao meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Basta para lagrimas eu derramar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensar que um dia vou te ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É o que me faz resistir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que me resta fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parar de pensar e agir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seu sorriso é o que me faz sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tua ausência é o que me deixa tão só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tua voz é o que me acalma a alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo de se expressar você me fez perder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o meu amor por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É o que me deixa viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;M!LENE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:§Z!L@GY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;§Z!L@GY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005-10-07) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410231948305274?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115410231948305274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115410231948305274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410231948305274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115410231948305274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/te-quero.html' title='Te Quero'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115410199692838398</id><published>2006-07-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:53:16.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu preciso dos teus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso do teu afago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu preciso do teu beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu carinho, teu abraço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu preciso de você comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso de você ao lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso tocar tua face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Andar por onde tu andas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso do teu sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para me fazer sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso do teu calor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já não suporto a dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso de tua mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso do teu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu preciso te encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poder te ver, te tocar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu preciso lhe falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso lhe confessar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o que eu quero é te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao teu lado é meu lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++MILENE SZILAGYI+++&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005-10-07) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115410199692838398?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115410199692838398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115410199692838398' title='0 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem Me Dera*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem me dera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poder contemplar-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De perto admirar-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sentir teu respirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu ar quente junto a mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem me dera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acordar sempre a teu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apagar nossos passados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E transformar-te em minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem me dera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poder aquecer-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos dias de inverno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E poder consolar-lhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos dias de angustia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem me dera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sair do teu olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero estar em teu chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu sorrir...teu levantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu deitar...teu respirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero que sintas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como é doce o meu amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha vontade de te ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É maior do que viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem me dera... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poder uma vez te contemplar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma vez poder te ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma vez poder te amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Milene Szilagyi***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005-11-28) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409702310687536?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409702310687536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409702310687536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409702310687536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409702310687536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/quem-me-dera.html' title='Quem Me Dera'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409687495533055</id><published>2006-07-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:27:54.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Ti Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por Ti Viver*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Algo fora do comum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu pensava em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas muito mais em ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu queria morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E ao mesmo tempo viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver pra te ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra te amar, te querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu queria estar ali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao seu lado, te satisfazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Precisava do teu ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do teu carinho, teu abraço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu amor para me fazer viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como uma flor que murcha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que perde seu cheiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que perde sua cor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração perdia a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perdia a alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não perdia o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só queria te ter ao lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter-te comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter teu sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter teu afago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter teu abraço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só queria o teu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queria deixar de chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixar de lado a dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queria o teu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pra poder me completar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queria poder viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao seu lado caminhar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Milene Szilagyi#&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005-11-07) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409687495533055?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409687495533055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409687495533055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409687495533055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409687495533055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/por-ti-viver.html' title='Por Ti Viver'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409675065724113</id><published>2006-07-28T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:25:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laminas da Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laminas De Felicidade*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não tenho culpa se te amo tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu nunca quis isso pra nós dois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você diz que não foi em vão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas diz que já não me ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não consigo entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nada mais faz sentido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se digo que nunca me amou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você diz que não é assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas o que você não compreende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É que impossível é deixar de amar alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se antes você dizia me amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora não pode dizer que não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você nunca me amou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só se iludiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E junto me contaminou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que é amar pra você? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você que sempre me dizia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E agora não consegue dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque já não me ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não vou dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que só perdi tempo a seu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois na verdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Graças a você pude ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao menos por um tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que mais posso dizer?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi bom enquanto durou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Há, se tudo fosse assim tão simples... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Também queria não te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só para não sofrer tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parece ser tão egoísta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não sei se isso é bom ou mau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas jamais deixarei de te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com você pude descobrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que é amor verdadeiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você sempre foi tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que eu quis pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queria apenas ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu disse um dia que sempre que precisasse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu estaria aqui para te ajudar, te ouvir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas creio que agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já não precisas de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje eu irei partir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já não suporto a dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu já estou morrendo aos poucos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não tem sentido ficar sofrendo calada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu me lembro que um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você me levou para ver o pôr-do-sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nas montanhas que cercam o oceano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu havia dito: "Hoje é o melhor dia da minha vida" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E hoje neste mesmo lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Irei dizer o oposto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mar é revolto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E engole suas ondas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As pedras lá em baixo são como laminas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Serão as laminas da minha felicidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois eu irei te amar até a eternidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E acho que só agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou ser feliz de verdade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adeus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E nunca se esqueça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que um dia eu tive uma razão para viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que era você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... minha única felicidade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(+/- 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409675065724113?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409675065724113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409675065724113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409675065724113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409675065724113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/laminas-da-felicidade.html' title='Laminas da Felicidade'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409651448575374</id><published>2006-07-28T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:21:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com Tudo O Que Me Passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com tudo o que me passa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com tudo o que me passa, penso que as coisas mudam, não porque tem que mudar, mas elas simplesmente...mudam. penso que as pessoas mudam, penso que os amigos mudam, e que melhor que mudar de amigos é aceitar e entender que eles mudam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E com tudo o que me passa, penso que nada pode mudar o que naturalmente se muda, e que se o mundo muda, tenho que mudar junto a ele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com tudo o que me passa, penso que tudo na vida passa. O ódio passa, a tristeza passa, a alegria também passa, mais cedo ou mais tarde a sanha passa e a felicidade passa, a solidão passa, os desejos, as vontades, tudo uma hora passa, o sofrimento passa, tudo passa. E o amor? Passa? Eu penso que o amor passa...mas não em vão, como o vento que passou, como algo sem valor, não passa em branco, como um livro vazio sem história pra contar. A saudade passa, a chuva passa, a noite passa, as horas passam, os dias passam. Tudo na vida passa, tudo na vida muda, a própria vida muda e a própria vida...passa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Milene Szilagyi*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409651448575374?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409651448575374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409651448575374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409651448575374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409651448575374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/com-tudo-o-que-me-passa.html' title='Com Tudo O Que Me Passa'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409628492927157</id><published>2006-07-28T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:18:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiz-te Morto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiz-te Morto*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fiz-te sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fiz-te chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fiz-te morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por medo de amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Matei-te a alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Matei-te o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Matei-te a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morreu uma flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fez-se viva a essência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De um amor não possuído &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Algo quase que esquecido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelo medo de tentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morre uma flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais uma que murcha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais uma que morre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por não resistir à dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fiz-te morto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem nunca ter vivido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fiz-te triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem nunca ter sorrido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Culpo-me por não saber amar-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por não impressionar-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por ter morrido sem ao menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conseguido fazer-te amar-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409628492927157?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409628492927157/comments/default' title='Postar 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muita confusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem entender o que acontecia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração se perdia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tentava encontrar um porque e um alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E quando percebeu que não tinha ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fugiu, e me abandonou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E para não ficar na solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu vou fugir também &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E vou procurar por ai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O meu coração perdido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando eu o encontrar não vou deixar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ele se aproxime de ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esse meu coração não tem jeito mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sabe o que quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sabe o que faz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sabe o que fez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E menos ainda o que vai fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sai andando por ai sem compromisso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E como é frágil e fraco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sensível e ingênuo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sempre acaba saindo machucado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em todos os lugares que entra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É cortado e partido em dois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sangra muito e as pessoas fazem dele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um alvo de arco e flechas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma vez ele se feriu gravemente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu fiquei preocupada e cuidei muito bem dele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Demorou muito tempo para se curar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E até hoje tem suas cicatrizes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração sofre demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E se eu não cuidar bem dele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ele vai morrer e ai sim irei ficar na solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A história é "Eu E O Meu Coração". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(+/- 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409619670597785?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409619670597785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409619670597785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409619670597785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409619670597785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/meu-corao.html' title='Meu Coração'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409603791299876</id><published>2006-07-28T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:13:57.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Não Merecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor Não Merecido*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um dia, quando o sol já não brilhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você ira perceber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que a sua vida foi muito curta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por você ter rejeitado um grande amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas então será tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois os sentimentos já terão morrido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tudo o que você pensa fazer amanhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Terá ido em vão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seus pensamentos egoístas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De achar que tudo sempre acabara dando certo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem ao menos se levantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo será perdido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E quando o céu escurecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E suas idéias aos poucos se ofuscarem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lembre-se que apesar de não merecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Existe alguém em algum lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sempre torcendo por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não ache injusta a idéia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De que a vida é longa para uns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tão curta para outros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois na terra só tem longa vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os que vivem com amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dando, recebendo e principalmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Compreendendo e aceitando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A posição dos outros em alguma questão ou situação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O instinto do der humano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deveria ser dormir com a consciência leve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas infelizmente, o instinto da maioria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É mentir e se orgulhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se o teu rei na barriga te controla o tempo todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Então encrave uma espada em sua barriga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para mata-lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E até que enfim ser livre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se você é julgado pelo passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Então perca a memória &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois no amor muito se aprende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas também muito se cobra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas quem ama, ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E ao invés de se sentir cobrado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não dará a mão, e sim o braço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ou dará a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sem se lamentar e pedir promessas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aonde você estiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lembre-se de que a vida não acaba aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E só conseguira enxergar a verdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando abrir seu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois é na eternidade que todos se encontrarão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409603791299876?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409603791299876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409603791299876' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morrendo*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje eu acordo e nem sei o que pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As minhas lembranças são ruins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando eu olhos para trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que vejo são feridas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não sararão jamais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E por mais que eu não consiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo ficou para trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não dei valor a minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você estava do meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E agora estou sozinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todo esse meu passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deveria ser apagado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sei que fiz tudo errado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E agora sou castigado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas o meu amor esta aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do mesmo jeito que você deixou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ninguém o tocou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ninguém conseguiu o mover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois todo esse amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É tudo o que eu tenho guardado pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas agora é tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O meu tempo acabou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O meu passado você não apagou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tudo, tudo ficou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talvez daqui um tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você se lembrara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De tudo o que vivemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E então chorara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já que eu não mais te tenho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E você jamais terá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que suportar as dores e alegrias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que juntos poderíamos passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já que eu estou morrendo aos poucos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vamos logo com isso acabar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas lembre-se que você sempre estará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guardado em minhas tristes lembranças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois morri sem ter a quem (me) amar Adeus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Milene Szilagyi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(+/- 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409592278726121?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409575847425053</id><published>2006-07-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:09:18.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Próprio Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Próprio Universo*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero ficar só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não mais sofrer e se lamentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero virar pó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cansei de deixar meu coração falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chega de decepções &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muita emoção pra um coração pequeno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não tenho nem mais reações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O seu mundo eu já não compreendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque todos insistem em querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entrar em um coração sem espaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Essas voltas tão redondas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que a vida me ofereceu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acho que Deus usou um compasso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando você percebe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que nada mais faz sentido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo se torna difícil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo se desfaz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As rosas murchas ficam para trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero ficar só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixar tudo e todos de lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esquecer o meu passado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Algo a mais, algo a menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me fará diferença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do jeito que vai, vai... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu só quero esquecer este mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como expresso nesse verso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixar de lado a tristeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tentar ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver em meu próprio universo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409575847425053?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409575847425053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409575847425053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Entender*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A alegria que sinto quando estou com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sinto ao lado de mais ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aprendendo a viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aprendendo a entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E aprendendo a ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao seu lado quero ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tentar entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o que faz um coração sangrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não é uma espada a ser encravada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sim uma palavra dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E muitas vezes sincera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que dita ali em um segundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pode mudar toda a sua vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entender que nem sempre é necessário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um enorme texto decorado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para dizer a alguém o que sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas simplesmente expressar-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em apenas duas palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entender que nem sempre é necessário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que um começo tenha um fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas talvez um fim mostre um bom começo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entender que pra dizer algumas coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nem sempre são suficientes as palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sim, os atos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entender que pessoas mentem como o pai da mentira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas ninguém ama como o pai do amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entender que ninguém é feliz com duas paixões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sim com um amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entender que o amor e a paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;São coisas totalmente irregulares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas também entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o amor e a paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;São coisas totalmente diferentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entender, ou pelo menos tentar entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O quanto gosto de você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não consigo expressar em palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talvez daqui a estrela que mais brilha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que consegue ver o brilho do teu olhar de onde estas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você é como uma estrela em minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De todos os momentos, os melhores são com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um sonho é estar ao seu lado pra sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter um começo sem fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aprendi que quem consegue dizer o quanto ama alguém... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E pensando cheguei a conclusão de que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não consigo mais ver meu futuro sem você ao lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estou aprendendo a entender as coisas como realmente são &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E não ficar imaginando coisas impossíveis de se realizar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sim pensar que vai ser possível aquilo que é possível acontecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como estar com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já aprendi a entender também que o amor é inexeqüível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E já aprendi a entender que sem vontade não se chega a lugar algum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem gosto nada se sente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem amor não se vive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem nunca amou, nunca viveu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por isso quero compartilhar ao máximo meus sentimentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois também aprendi a amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E aprendi que é egoísmo guardar os sentimentos só pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se expressar faz bem e não machuca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que machuca são palavras duras, mentirosas ou não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Essa foi uma das mais importantes lições que aprendi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em muitas aulas de ações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No momento estou aprendendo a ver as coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como realmente são &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E não como eu quero que seja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Também estou aprendendo a te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas a lição é pra entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E não consigo entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque não consigo dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O quanto gosto de você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409563347023318?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409563347023318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409563347023318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409563347023318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409563347023318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/aprender-entender.html' title='Aprender A Entender'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409542525430324</id><published>2006-07-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:03:45.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leiga*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração que tanto dói &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inconsequentemente se põe leve diante de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas na realidade ele se encontra perdido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E já não há o que se possa fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estado de drama, regando uma lagrima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os olhos tão secos que eu os observo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De tão longe revi o seu olhar indiscreto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gostei de te ter por um instante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas uso isso como fabula &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já que na verdade me encontro solitário esperando por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Faço versos releio suas cartas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lembro-me de inesquecíveis momentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que passamos lado a lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E esse momento tão passageiro tão longe esta de seus pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isso eu sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E agora me encontro só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o gostar mais que amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vive dentro de um ser que já não tem o que pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já não tem o que passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não tem o que sonhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma leiga aprendiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Da matéria de amar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409542525430324?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409542525430324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409542525430324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409542525430324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409542525430324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/leiga.html' title='Leiga'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409523694063359</id><published>2006-07-28T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:00:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo do Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medo do Medo*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de contar meus medos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho medo de cair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De falar algo errado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um dia me disseram que ouvir é mais fácil e mais sábio que falar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E que falar é se expor e por a mostra as suas fraquezas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E também que calar-se é se esconder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu medo é falar e depois não saber se explicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tenho medo de chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E esperar que alguém enxugue minhas lagrimas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas ninguém apareça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de amar a pessoa errada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E perceber isso já tarde... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo dos meus próprios medos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Medo de ter medo do medo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(+/- 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409523694063359?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409523694063359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409523694063359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração esta tão distante do seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sei que podes ver meu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que esta tão visível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas finges não ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finges não sentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo o que eu quero na vida é viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas para isso preciso de você ao lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu choro sozinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deliro seu nome, eu sofro calado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Às vezes a dor e o medo de nunca te ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Transbordam a taça do meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em forma de lagrimas a dor escorre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dos meus olhos pingando no chão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não é o bastante para acabar com a dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E nem com esse falso amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos lábios um sorriso falso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos olhos um olhar tão triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me olho no espelho e vejo a solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vejo um ser sem coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que só alimenta ilusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não sabe dizer "não" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não sabe guardar rancor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que sua sina é sentir dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O amor eterno eu achei sem procurar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A vida que me resta a seu lado quero passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não passar em branco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como as nuvens no céu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois viver é muito mais do que simplesmente viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver é amar alguém até mais do que si próprio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver é viver verdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saber que mais cedo ou mais tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O amor vira maldade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais feliz eu vou viver se morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morrer por um grande amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será melhor do que conviver com a dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De te ver e não me corresponder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me falas o que sentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se sentes ódio, carinho ou simplesmente consideração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se sentes raiva, ódio rancor ou decepção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se sentes magoa, medo ou solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se sentes dor Se sentes irá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas só o que eu tenho a dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É que já foi confirmado que o que vivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não passa de uma mentira... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409509411018021?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409509411018021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409509411018021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409509411018021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409509411018021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/vivendo-mentira.html' title='Vivendo Mentira'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409497481054192</id><published>2006-07-28T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:56:14.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Castigo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso o amar tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Se ele nem é tudo o que eu sempre sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se agora eu o perder&lt;br /&gt;Ele será tudo o que eu irei sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Nós não recebemos o castigo&lt;br /&gt;De ter que escolher a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso castigo é amar quem nem queremos&lt;br /&gt;É incrível como eu vivo a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Assim tão calma&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar muito no futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passam rápido&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar muito em você...&lt;br /&gt;Os dias não passam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2004)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409497481054192?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409497481054192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409497481054192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409497481054192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409497481054192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/castigo.html' title='Castigo'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409492654667113</id><published>2006-07-28T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:55:26.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra lutar, que seja pela felicidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra chorar, que seja de alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra roubar, que seja palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra matar, que seja de tanto carinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra morrer, que seja no jogo de videogame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra brigar, que seja para ver quem ama mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra ficar pobre, que seja de tristeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra destruir, que seja a miséria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra ficar cego, que seja de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra viciar, que seja em ser solidário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for pra mudar de idéia, que seja pra melhor opção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for arrumar problemas, que seja de matemática &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for abandonar algo, que seja o medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for tirar algo de alguém, que seja uma foto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for torturado, que seja com cócegas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se for se afastar de algo, que seja da violência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se um dia pensar em fugir, que seja do desprezo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se um dia pensar em se matar, pense de novo, e não o faça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se um dia for pedir ajuda, não importa o que seja, sempre poderei te ajudar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se um dia se sentir sozinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;com vontade de chorar e sem vontade de viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;saiba que sempre estarei ao seu lado te ajudando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no que for preciso, e mesmo que não me chamar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eu vou estar lá pra te ajudar, não importa a situação ou circunstancia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E se eu não puder fazer nada para te fazer s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;entir melhor, lembre-se de um Amigo que esta lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;em cima sempre cuidando de você, sempre olhando pra você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sempre ajudando você, te aprovando ou desaprovando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e que sempre, não importa a circunstancia, mas Ele sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sempre vai poder fazer muito mais por você, muito mais do que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;qualquer outra pessoa, muito mais do que qualquer outro amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E se for refletir bem, vai perceber que foi Ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que te colocou nessa, e só quer que você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ouça seus amigos, quer que você use seus amigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;para receber carinho amor e proteção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E nossa amizade pode mesmo ter muitas virgulas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mas realmente nunca terá um ponto final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nunca se esqueça que você tem uma amiga fiel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e que esta sempre orando por você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sempre torcendo por você e sempre pronta a te ajudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conte com isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409492654667113?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409492654667113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409492654667113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409492654667113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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esconde entre os montes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As arvores balançam o ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As águas que caíram antes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jamais poderão retornar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A quem acredite em antes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como um todo inconstante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como ver entre paredes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma coisa ilustrante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nem todo mundo sabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas dois deuses são demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As vigas se desfazem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As rosas murchas ficam para traz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um sol já brilha o bastante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma lua já ilumina a noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que rima não são palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sim dois corações de amantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (+/- 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409460679602918?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409460679602918/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409415891548758</id><published>2006-07-28T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:42:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamais*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me sinto tão triste aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nada parece existir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É quando a tristeza bate a porta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E a solidão eu deixo vir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como a noite é tranqüila e escura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração é sozinho e frio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como uma estrela sem brilho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração é vazio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinto o vento me levando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E meu coração ficando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ficando para traz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com cicatrizes e feridas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não sararão jamais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A neblina que cobre o meu olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nunca mais sairá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração nunca ira encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um amor de verdade jamais aparecera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não vejo o tempo passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não vejo a ferida curar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não vejo o mundo girar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E não me vejo dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Para sempre vou te amar" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo já não me entende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ninguém nunca me compreende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talvez por ser tão indiferente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu me torne exigente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como a flor morre naturalmente com o tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração morre sangrando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E agora eu sinto o vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que meu coração esta levando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não tenho mais coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não tenho mais opção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora em nada mais penso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que dor e destruição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fui traída e me deixaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que grande decepção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E minhas lembranças "felizes" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Elas jamais voltarão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na verdade de feliz nada vivi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sempre pensei em viver bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E acabei sem ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E encontrar um amor não consegui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As ondas do mar vão e voltam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração foi e não voltara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas eu darei meu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para quem o encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tomara que isso não demore a acontecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se não meu coração não sarara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enquanto "você" não o ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ele não parara de sangrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Milene Szilagyi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409415891548758?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409415891548758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409415891548758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409415891548758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409415891548758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/jamais.html' title='Jamais'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409402934041280</id><published>2006-07-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:40:29.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Páginas Viradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paginas Viradas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje eu quero dormir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem sonhar com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coisa que é difícil acontecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O tempo passa devagar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo para de girar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ninguém vê mais nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando eu sonhei com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ontem à noite tudo parou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo o que eu tinha era você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas deixou-me por medo de amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora não sei nem o que pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nada parece existir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O tempo passou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas nada mudou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sempre penso em desistir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As ondas da dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Levaram meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas o meu amor ficou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ficou para traz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como algo sem valor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como o tempo que passou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como paginas viradas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paginas em branco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o vento já levou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se a vida busca um destino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E esse é o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preferia não ter vivido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois o caminho que trilhei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para chegar ao nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi como um vale de sombras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com ninhos de cobras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feras e armadilhas amaldiçoadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com lagrimas, ódio e solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tristeza, dor e destruição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A morte a essa altura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não passaria de um bom consolo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acabaria com minha dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De te ver, de te querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E principalmente de saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que jamais irei te ter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;#Milene Szilagyi#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(+/- 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409402934041280?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409402934041280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409402934041280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409402934041280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409402934041280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/pginas-viradas.html' title='Páginas Viradas'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409379467929500</id><published>2006-07-28T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:36:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro Par De Pegadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outro Par De Pegadas*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não quero mais ficar só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso de alguém para me acompanhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero alguém para meu braço segurar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não agüento mais ver a terra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sugar minhas lagrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso de alguém para enxugá-las antes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero alguém para me compreender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para me entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguém que possa me ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Simplesmente... ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero alguém para me guiar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dizem que quem por ultimo rir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Melhor risada terá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas acho que sempre irei precisar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguém para se eu tropeçar me segurar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sempre, sempre... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cansei de tentar aprender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A andar com as próprias pernas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero alguém do meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me acompanhando e me carregando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em momentos difíceis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Preciso ver outro par de pegadas ao meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo o que consigo fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É olhar pra trás e me ver sempre sozinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao invés de encontrar amor, carinho e respeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conheci o medo, o desprezo e a solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me vejo como um ser sem coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não tem sequer uma ilusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem um brilho no olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que não consegue amar e nem odiar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um ser sem emoção... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem amor, sem reação... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=Milene Szilagyi=&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409379467929500?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409379467929500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409379467929500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409379467929500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409379467929500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/outro-par-de-pegadas.html' title='Outro Par De Pegadas'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409363313704264</id><published>2006-07-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:36:37.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Beijo e Uma Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Beijo e Uma Flor*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não sei o que acontece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tudo longe se encontra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O coração se confunde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nada mais eu posso ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Agora estou sozinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E brota uma flor por dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dei-me conta de que sinto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O coração leve como o vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Encosto minhas mãos nas suas I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;magino o futuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu e você juntos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E nada nos atrapalha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu peço a Deus pra que isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Onde quer que aconteça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nunca deixe de se tornar realidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que não seja simplesmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ilusão, ou sonho bom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guardarei todos momentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Um a um no coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Este verso que bem simples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Porem feito com amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dedico somente a ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Muitos beijos e uma flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Onde mora o carinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mora também o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E aqui eu me despeço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Deixando de lado a dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(25-09-2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409363313704264?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409363313704264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409363313704264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409363313704264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409363313704264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/nelson.html' title='Um Beijo e Uma Flor'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409355228665598</id><published>2006-07-28T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:32:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Súbito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Súbito*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em um dia especial te encontrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E mal te cerquei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas já me entreguei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E você pode até não ter percebido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas o tempo de antes já estava perdido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois daquele dia inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O único tempo que valeu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi quando te encontrei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Este sim prevaleceu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aconteceu de súbito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como uma corrida a mil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O tempo não pode enxergar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas o meu coração viu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E daquele seu olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu jamais me esquecerei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando na maior ansiedade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheguei perto e te beijei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Naquela noite mal dormi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensando em me levantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só para no outro dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poder te ver, te tocar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E então fomos nos vendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o carinho aumentando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E hoje nem são os olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas sim o coração que vai me guiando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409355228665598?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409355228665598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409355228665598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409355228665598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409355228665598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/sbito.html' title='Súbito'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409348320599540</id><published>2006-07-28T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:31:23.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Descrições</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem Descrições*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu pudesse dizer em palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O quanto amo você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já não seria amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sei o que é ódio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sei o preço de amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É algo raro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É água no deserto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É luz da escuridão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O oásis do sertão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É a vingança doce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O orgulho engraçado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A inveja disfarçada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O ciúme prazeroso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O vicio que cura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O tiro que não perfura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fogo apagado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estrela da manhã L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;agrimas sem dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu talismã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É você meu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É algo que queima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Incendeia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que surge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que ruge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que grita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esperneia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É algo que vê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que crê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É algo que vive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que flori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas que ao mesmo tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Machuca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É algo sublime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alvo como a neve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Algo como o fogo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Algo que envaidece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É gentil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É leve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É claro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não ferve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É como a censura disfarçada de cinema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como a doçura disfarçada de amargura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como água e óleo juntos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como o possível impossível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O acreditável inacreditável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É o controlado incontrolável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É um azul mais que azul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É um amor mais que amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E quero senti-lo pra sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com, ou sem dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu tenho o silencio pra ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tenho teu sorriso tão bonito assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A certeza é mais que certa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perfuma como jasmim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero você só pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero você para sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero um começo sem fim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409348320599540?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409348320599540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409348320599540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409348320599540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409348320599540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/sem-descries.html' title='Sem Descrições'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409333259586532</id><published>2006-07-28T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:28:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Medo e a Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Medo E A Solidao*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que será pior? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo ou a solidão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ter medo... insegurança, achar que nada dara certo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixar-se levar pelo negativismo e a falta de confiança em si próprio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perturbação angustiosa em conseqüência de um mal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Real ou imaginário... receio, susto, terror, aflição... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solidão... sentir-se só, abandonado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alienação da alma, depressão constante... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que será pior? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo ou a solidão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo da solidão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vontade de sumir, querer desaparecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver inseguramente sozinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem tem medo não vai nem vem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não anda para trás e muito menos para frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensa em dar um passo a frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas tem medo de ir à frente demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensa em voltar atrás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas tem medo de voltar demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando quer dizer algo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não consegue por medo de falar demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dizer algo que não deve dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Falar é expor suas fraquezas, sim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas às vezes é necessário... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem tem medo de ter medo vive na solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em sua própria alienação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409333259586532?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409333259586532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409333259586532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409333259586532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409333259586532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-medo-e-solido.html' title='O Medo e a Solidão'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115409322472412578</id><published>2006-07-28T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:27:04.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corra*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas e agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu não tenho pra onde fugir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não quero te deixar pra trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isso nem eu sei fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas precisa aprender a caminhar sozinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E agora o que fazer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estou em desespero sem poder te ver sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Corra, corra... para longe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E não olhe para trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando pensar em fazer isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Corra mais rápido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas e agora o que eu posso fazer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não posso te ter aqui comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não posso te deixar partir só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te darei o meu amor para te acompanhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuja, corra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rápido, antes que tudo comece novamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei que não sabemos o que vira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Só sabemos o que já foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E as vezes não é fácil relembrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas é preciso partir dessa vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não posso mais te ver sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vá, e vá para longe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde nossos corações bem longe um do outro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixem de sofrer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas eu vou chorar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E você também, eu sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas melhor agora do que pior mais a frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei nós somos um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E agora seremos dois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por isso corra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Corra rápido, para longe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do sofrimento, onde poderá sorrir novamente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Milene Szilagyi***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005-11-22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115409322472412578?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409322472412578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115409322472412578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409322472412578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115409322472412578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/corra.html' title='Corra'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115351582344900566</id><published>2006-07-21T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:03:43.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difícil*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando se esta só é difícil pensar em algo que valha a pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os pensamentos vão ao céu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E recordações trazem junto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é pensar que um amor pôde ser esquecido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enquanto você sofre em vão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por alguém que já não se lembra de você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é perceber que errou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando sua vida daria para provar o oposto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do amor a vida se constrói &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas dele também a vida se desfaz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é esperar respostas e receber perguntas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esperar elogios e receber criticas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não se constrói nada dormindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apenas sonhos que são como tristes ilusões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será melhor morrer por um amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ou conviver com a dor...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo na vida passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Até o vento que não volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo na vida tem uma razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Até o cair de uma folha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é não sentir mais a brisa no rosto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando só se sente dor, magoa, tristeza e solidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A solidão congela, é um iceberg de tristeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Punhal no meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo, tudo na vida passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O ódio, a felicidade, a tristeza e até a paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais o meu amor por você, tenho certeza que não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que fazer quando se esta só? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chorar, esquecer, pensar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recordar, lamentar...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que fazer quando se esta só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Correr atrás, procurar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lutar? Sem objetivo, sem caminho, sem razão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chorar... na esperança de que a dor escorrera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esquecer... ou pelo menos tentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensar... no que fazer, aonde isso vai dar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recordar... lembrar de bons momentos e assim, chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lamentar... sem saber o que fazer, então assumindo a culpa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil... é estar só... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não saber o que pensar, só saber se julgar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não pensar em ir à frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não pensar em ir à trás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ficar mesmo onde esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é conviver com alguém te ignorando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguém, que é "o" alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que pra você é sua vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas esse não lembra sequer de sua existência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como é estar só? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perder toda a resistência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perder até a persistência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jogar tudo para o alto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E seja o que Deus quiser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se ferir como um profundo corte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Querer se encontrar com alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguém que logo não vem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E esse alguém é a morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é conviver com isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é querer virar pó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sentir essa dor é difícil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil é estar tão só... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115351582344900566?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115351582344900566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115351582344900566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115351582344900566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115351582344900566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/difcil.html' title='Difícil'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31370705.post-115351533320863951</id><published>2006-07-21T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:55:33.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz de um Olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luz de um Olhar*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Percebi que o brilho que invade o meu olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vem dos seus olhos cor do céu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meio em toda essa luz foi difícil poder ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que os olhos eram seus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os olhares que ao acaso se cruzaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em uma noite escura e vazia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deram sentido a minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu já previa que essa luz seria minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha felicidade de mim estava distante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas ao ver um brilho azul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me contagiou levemente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Percebi que o mundo parou naquele instante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo da voltas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas eu não saio do lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parecia ser um sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poder te ver, te tocar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A medida que o tempo passava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu coração cada vez mais só se encontrava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Difícil foi sim perceber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que tão perto de mim você estava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Milene Szilagyi&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31370705-115351533320863951?l=szipoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115351533320863951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31370705&amp;postID=115351533320863951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115351533320863951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31370705/posts/default/115351533320863951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://szipoetry.blogspot.com/2006/07/luz-de-um-olhar.html' title='Luz de um Olhar'/><author><name>MiLi Szilagyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374238269081671231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru-X5EHH_Ss/TpZ6u7UtOyI/AAAAAAAABLE/vMLaUTYKHx4/s220/SAM_0504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
