<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:38:30.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramon Cliquet [Minhas Poesias]</title><subtitle type='html'>Página dedicada para expor minhas poesias, letras e textos sobre a vida e as coisas do mundo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-3612869326682180093</id><published>2008-04-30T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:41:04.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SALVE!</title><content type='html'>Escrever poesias sobre os mais diversos temas sempre foi um hábito. Quando criança quando escrevia para as menininhas da escola, quando adolescente escrevia para letras de rock, hoje eu escrevo para tudo e, sobretudo, sobre tudo. Sempre insiro e insisto novos textos por isso espero que goste e volte sempre. Boa viajem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;- &lt;strong&gt;Clique nos links ao lado para ler as poesias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197592947591198338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SCGPP3A_toI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qSqxgqwKzOg/s400/ramoncliquet_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ACESSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ramoncliquet" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/ramoncliquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Design: &lt;a href="http://www.cliquet.net/"&gt;www.cliquet.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia: &lt;a href="http://www.autores.com.br/ramoncliquet" target="_blank"&gt;www.autores.com.br/ramoncliquet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SOBRE MIM: Tenho 23 anos sou músico, publicitário e amante de todas as formas de artes, seja ela sonora, visual ou literária. Trabalho como designer, estou gravando a pré-produção do meu disco solo e estudando áudio digital para me especializar em produção musical. E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:ramoncliquet@gmail.com"&gt;ramoncliquet@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todas as poesias e letras estão devidamente registradas na Biblioteca Nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-3612869326682180093?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3612869326682180093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3612869326682180093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/salve_30.html' title='SALVE!'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SCGPP3A_toI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qSqxgqwKzOg/s72-c/ramoncliquet_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-4705311134307962262</id><published>2008-04-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:33:13.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANHEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBiDGKjBRfI/AAAAAAAAANw/dshmTsj8488/s1600-h/banheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195046312105559538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBiDGKjBRfI/AAAAAAAAANw/dshmTsj8488/s400/banheiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banheiro é o melhor lugar&lt;br /&gt;Para se pensar na vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traçar metas&lt;br /&gt;Fazer merdas&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o balanço do dia&lt;br /&gt;Sentado no trono da alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço careta&lt;br /&gt;Canto alto&lt;br /&gt;Me divirto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto brinco com meu pinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo coisas lindas&lt;br /&gt;No espelho embaçado&lt;br /&gt;Faço coisas feias&lt;br /&gt;Eu peido, mijo e cago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no banheiro&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho com meu Eu&lt;br /&gt;Que fujo desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;E dos olhos de Deus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-4705311134307962262?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4705311134307962262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4705311134307962262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/banheiro.html' title='BANHEIRO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBiDGKjBRfI/AAAAAAAAANw/dshmTsj8488/s72-c/banheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7156703397268851820</id><published>2008-04-25T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T04:04:47.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SALVE!</title><content type='html'>Escrever coisas sobre as coisas da vida sempre foi um hábito escondido. No entanto, veio à tona a vontade de mostrar esses textos que passam pela minha mente diária e diariamente. Sempre insiro novos textos por isso espero que goste e volte sempre. Boa viajem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;- &lt;strong&gt;Clique nos links ao lado para ler as poesias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190160237429728594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAcnPL9bJVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/h6UI85rNuqk/s400/art_desenho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho 23 anos sou músico, publicitário e amante de todas as formas de artes, seja ela sonora, visual ou literária. Atualmente trabalho como designer, estou gravando a pré-produção do meu disco solo e estudando áudio digital para me especializar em produção musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:ramoncliquet@gmail.com"&gt;ramoncliquet@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portfólio: &lt;a href="http://www.ramondesign.carbonmade.com/"&gt;http://www.ramondesign.carbonmade.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todas as poesias e letras aqui expressas estão devidamente registradas na Biblioteca Nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7156703397268851820?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7156703397268851820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7156703397268851820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/salve_25.html' title='SALVE!'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAcnPL9bJVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/h6UI85rNuqk/s72-c/art_desenho.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-5101110853658800460</id><published>2008-04-25T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:59:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBWt_qjBReI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZPiJn8ypPfs/s1600-h/com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194249054506272226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBWt_qjBReI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZPiJn8ypPfs/s400/com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contigo&lt;br /&gt;Contudo me contento&lt;br /&gt;Seja com tudo&lt;br /&gt;Seja sem nada&lt;br /&gt;Conformo-me&lt;br /&gt;Conforme confirmo&lt;br /&gt;Que tua forma&lt;br /&gt;É a melhor formula&lt;br /&gt;Para eu ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo me transformo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa pessoa melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-5101110853658800460?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5101110853658800460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5101110853658800460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/com.html' title='COM'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBWt_qjBReI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZPiJn8ypPfs/s72-c/com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-4341836430564388828</id><published>2008-04-16T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:53:57.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LÁGRIMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC7BajBRaI/AAAAAAAAANI/dTfSKpNjt9E/s1600-h/lagrimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192856003338651042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC7BajBRaI/AAAAAAAAANI/dTfSKpNjt9E/s400/lagrimas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lá vêm as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E lavem a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como duas esgrimas&lt;br /&gt;Cutucando os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Tira o orvalho da vista&lt;br /&gt;Tira o orgulho da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar não é estranho&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é achar&lt;br /&gt;Que o homem é forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo que essa&lt;br /&gt;É nossa maior fraqueza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-4341836430564388828?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4341836430564388828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4341836430564388828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/lgrimas.html' title='LÁGRIMAS'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC7BajBRaI/AAAAAAAAANI/dTfSKpNjt9E/s72-c/lagrimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2134621111661516493</id><published>2008-04-16T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T03:50:01.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC7nqjBRbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lrgIT3ZmzM8/s1600-h/ato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192856660468647346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC7nqjBRbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lrgIT3ZmzM8/s400/ato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nesse encontro&lt;br /&gt;Eu me encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos um tanto tontos&lt;br /&gt;Ao não perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que entre os cantos dum quarto&lt;br /&gt;Esconde-se um lindo ato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ato que a tú atuo a toa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tolos com o tabu&lt;br /&gt;Ateio que não é pecado&lt;br /&gt;Nem vergonha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo é tudo&lt;br /&gt;E te quero toda&lt;br /&gt;Se é que isso é tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero toda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Através dos segredos&lt;br /&gt;Atravesso teus trajes&lt;br /&gt;Numa troca de intimidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiro-me a ti através do corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra ti eu pratico com a alma&lt;br /&gt;Tu instigas e extrai meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Meu sono, meu sumo, minha larva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Na mais linda das danças&lt;br /&gt;E integro os estreitos&lt;br /&gt;Da tua linda instância.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2134621111661516493?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2134621111661516493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2134621111661516493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/sexo.html' title='SEXO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC7nqjBRbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lrgIT3ZmzM8/s72-c/ato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7574748584645804738</id><published>2008-04-16T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:06:20.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTECNOLOGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC8D6jBRcI/AAAAAAAAANY/OIQTm-O6dLo/s1600-h/artecnologia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192857145799951810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC8D6jBRcI/AAAAAAAAANY/OIQTm-O6dLo/s400/artecnologia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Provado e aprovado&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho sobre freqüências&lt;br /&gt;Freqüentemente freqüentando&lt;br /&gt;A cultura e a ciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na fábrica do conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Folclore é ferramenta&lt;br /&gt;Cultuando e processando&lt;br /&gt;A paz e a paciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engenho que produz arte&lt;br /&gt;Da colher de pau em Manaus&lt;br /&gt;À estação espacial&lt;br /&gt;Em marte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infra-estrutura&lt;br /&gt;Com um design inovador&lt;br /&gt;Conectando a natureza&lt;br /&gt;Usina e consumidor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tecnologia é arte&lt;br /&gt;Arte é tecnologia&lt;br /&gt;Tecnologia é arte&lt;br /&gt;Artecnologia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7574748584645804738?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7574748584645804738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7574748584645804738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/artecnologia.html' title='ARTECNOLOGIA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SBC8D6jBRcI/AAAAAAAAANY/OIQTm-O6dLo/s72-c/artecnologia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-231010149723513883</id><published>2008-04-14T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T04:49:55.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SERES DO ALÉM X SERES E SERUMANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOPQb9bJMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gUAGDoThOIc/s1600-h/seres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189148708207011010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOPQb9bJMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gUAGDoThOIc/s400/seres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jesus Cristo desistiu de vir&lt;br /&gt;E o diabo já deixou de intervir&lt;br /&gt;Desistiram desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;O homem tomou conta de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta do bem&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta do mal&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta da fé&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta geral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta do céu&lt;br /&gt;Da terra&lt;br /&gt;E da água&lt;br /&gt;Mais num toma conta de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais lugar pra santo&lt;br /&gt;Devem até ter medo&lt;br /&gt;Desse tal de ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Com esse tal de ter dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais Deus que agüenta&lt;br /&gt;Tantos pedidos com tanta descrença&lt;br /&gt;Um Deles certo dia me disse&lt;br /&gt;Que vamos criar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso próprio apocalipse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-231010149723513883?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/231010149723513883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/231010149723513883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/seres-do-alm-x-seres-e-serumanos.html' title='SERES DO ALÉM X SERES E SERUMANOS'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOPQb9bJMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gUAGDoThOIc/s72-c/seres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2358515106882029023</id><published>2008-04-14T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:29:01.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGINAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQHL9bJNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/--mDANmLwCo/s1600-h/imaginacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189149648804848850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQHL9bJNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/--mDANmLwCo/s400/imaginacao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Nunca imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Que ficar com alguém &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podia ser tão bom&lt;br /&gt;Que encontraria&lt;br /&gt;Numa mulher a perfeição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Que eu poderia ficar tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado de uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que seria tão divertido&lt;br /&gt;Fazer qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Que seria tão ruim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir saudades&lt;br /&gt;Que meu coração de pedra e minha cara de bravo&lt;br /&gt;Regrediriam de idade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Que a imaginação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pudesse ir tão longe ao pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Que um ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passaria tão rápido assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Que você mudaria minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E meu jeito de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como desde o primeiro beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Em viver sem você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2358515106882029023?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2358515106882029023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2358515106882029023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/imaginao.html' title='IMAGINAÇÃO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQHL9bJNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/--mDANmLwCo/s72-c/imaginacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-148358098554302055</id><published>2008-04-14T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:24:33.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQtb9bJOI/AAAAAAAAALA/_UH3t3cuLVg/s1600-h/santo_dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189150305934845154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQtb9bJOI/AAAAAAAAALA/_UH3t3cuLVg/s400/santo_dia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Fazendo figa acalanto nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Rezo sempre ao santo dia&lt;br /&gt;No abstrato da vida eu assusto&lt;br /&gt;Macabro zureta o futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É hoje que tudo acontece&lt;br /&gt;Além de tudo de todos&lt;br /&gt;O hoje nunca padece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meretriz dos sonhos no tempo&lt;br /&gt;O credo na semente&lt;br /&gt;Coagula meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reino na minha própria concepção&lt;br /&gt;Invisível como entidade&lt;br /&gt;Que assombra o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajé que não espera&lt;br /&gt;E acende o próprio fogo&lt;br /&gt;Profetizando que profeta&lt;br /&gt;É quem faz o próprio jogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendo minha própria lamparina&lt;br /&gt;Sarará às minhas metas&lt;br /&gt;Que iluminan minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto e invento meu hino&lt;br /&gt;Nessa aldeia nesse templo&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é meu sacrifício&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conto mábulas do misticismo&lt;br /&gt;Maracutaia desse nosso coletivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-148358098554302055?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/148358098554302055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/148358098554302055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/santo-dia.html' title='SANTO DIA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQtb9bJOI/AAAAAAAAALA/_UH3t3cuLVg/s72-c/santo_dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-4820916509817432703</id><published>2008-04-14T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:35:02.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIVAMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQ4L9bJPI/AAAAAAAAALI/jaXcZEO4Img/s1600-h/revivamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189150490618438898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQ4L9bJPI/AAAAAAAAALI/jaXcZEO4Img/s400/revivamor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu vi vidas vi idas e vi vindas&lt;br /&gt;Vividas somente de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revividas elas retomam repletas&lt;br /&gt;Da relíquia que releva a flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é a retina&lt;br /&gt;Que revela e recolore a cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele rebate a batida&lt;br /&gt;Recebe recria o que do nada restou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reedita em linhas um livro&lt;br /&gt;Reabre de novo o recinto&lt;br /&gt;Remonta o que desmontou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor refaz o que fez&lt;br /&gt;Retem o que traz&lt;br /&gt;Retira o que tem&lt;br /&gt;Retorna com a paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor se responsabiliza&lt;br /&gt;Por recriar refazer&lt;br /&gt;Recortar responder&lt;br /&gt;Receitar reacender&lt;br /&gt;Recolocar rebater&lt;br /&gt;Renovar reaprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Depende de você&lt;br /&gt;Reaceitar o amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-4820916509817432703?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4820916509817432703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4820916509817432703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/revivamor.html' title='REVIVAMOR'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAOQ4L9bJPI/AAAAAAAAALI/jaXcZEO4Img/s72-c/revivamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-5544159062185757722</id><published>2008-04-14T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:41:59.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O DEUS ATEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORCr9bJQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8N1Dv4epxH4/s1600-h/deus_ateu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189150671007065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORCr9bJQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8N1Dv4epxH4/s400/deus_ateu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Recado dos céus&lt;br /&gt;Ao paraíso sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Eu falo entre linhas&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu desejo é pecado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peco&lt;br /&gt;E como quero pecar&lt;br /&gt;Do amanhecer com você&lt;br /&gt;Até o fim do luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo-te lágrimas cristalinas&lt;br /&gt;Te entrego o manual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De todas as formas de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te conto fábulas&lt;br /&gt;Segredos ocultos&lt;br /&gt;Te dou o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que fiz para os homens&lt;br /&gt;Eu te dou sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuido tanto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Que esqueço do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Difícil tarefa&lt;br /&gt;Ser o todo de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te tocam&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico puto&lt;br /&gt;Mando relâmpago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inundo tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezo para Deus&lt;br /&gt;Para não ficar louco&lt;br /&gt;Todo poderoso&lt;br /&gt;Cometa sem dono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostro estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Para achar teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Entrego a brisa&lt;br /&gt;Que aguça os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acalanto belezas&lt;br /&gt;Nunca antes exibidas&lt;br /&gt;A beleza da terra&lt;br /&gt;A beleza da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça-nos crer&lt;br /&gt;Que e ainda existe fartura&lt;br /&gt;Nesse teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Inesgotável ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Óh princesa bela&lt;br /&gt;Que reina na terra&lt;br /&gt;Queria descer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra ser tua fera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dou a vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu destino é teu&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Pra não dizer adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou Deus&lt;br /&gt;Sou todo&lt;br /&gt;teu Ateu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-5544159062185757722?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5544159062185757722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5544159062185757722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-deus-ateu.html' title='O DEUS ATEU'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORCr9bJQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8N1Dv4epxH4/s72-c/deus_ateu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7931977587468716100</id><published>2008-04-14T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T03:57:23.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORV79bJRI/AAAAAAAAALY/K92EpdNSKso/s1600-h/a_chama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189151001719547154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORV79bJRI/AAAAAAAAALY/K92EpdNSKso/s400/a_chama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se chama de chama&lt;br /&gt;Quando te chamam pra cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o beijo se torna fogo&lt;br /&gt;Derrete a roupa&lt;br /&gt;E queima o corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faíscas sobem&lt;br /&gt;No escuro desse quarto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto somem&lt;br /&gt;Deixando tudo estrelado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo gira ao teu redor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7931977587468716100?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7931977587468716100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7931977587468716100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/chama.html' title='A CHAMA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORV79bJRI/AAAAAAAAALY/K92EpdNSKso/s72-c/a_chama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2928074731214482977</id><published>2008-04-14T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:15:31.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHUVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORlr9bJSI/AAAAAAAAALg/rzVWl_NxBl0/s1600-h/chuva_lava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189151272302486818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORlr9bJSI/AAAAAAAAALg/rzVWl_NxBl0/s400/chuva_lava.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lá fora a chuva&lt;br /&gt;E aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;O imenso desejo&lt;br /&gt;De te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O barulho da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Me lembra você&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá o porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu enclausurado nesse quarto&lt;br /&gt;Com medo de me molhar&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo medo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tenho de te ligar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E te chamar&lt;br /&gt;Pra sair agora&lt;br /&gt;Com a chuva lá fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banho de chuva de verão&lt;br /&gt;Que lava a alma e o coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2928074731214482977?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2928074731214482977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2928074731214482977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2008/04/chuva-lava.html' title='A CHUVA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/SAORlr9bJSI/AAAAAAAAALg/rzVWl_NxBl0/s72-c/chuva_lava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-851593170111707888</id><published>2007-10-18T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:27:27.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SERES ILUMINADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGHPZk-0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/iOz6ToEqbtQ/s1600-h/seres_iluminados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123062403829136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGHPZk-0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/iOz6ToEqbtQ/s400/seres_iluminados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se algum dia você&lt;br /&gt;Retornar a viver&lt;br /&gt;Vai saber&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo valeu a pena&lt;br /&gt;A vida é novidade é plena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo pra ser igualdade&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o mérito da alma&lt;br /&gt;Alma não tem idade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha família é quem&lt;br /&gt;Não leva nada daqui&lt;br /&gt;Mas sorrir&lt;br /&gt;É algo que se tem pra aprender&lt;br /&gt;Algo que se tem pra seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vida é um novo saber&lt;br /&gt;Cada vida é um aprendizado&lt;br /&gt;É compreender que somos nada&lt;br /&gt;Mas que o nada ja é um saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuta&lt;br /&gt;E descubra você&lt;br /&gt;Responda&lt;br /&gt;E retorne a entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos paradoxos&lt;br /&gt;Como um fósforo a acender&lt;br /&gt;E apaga&lt;br /&gt;Quando o vento soprar e bater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre ótimo iluminar a nós&lt;br /&gt;Iluminar o próximo&lt;br /&gt;Faça acontecer sem aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Pois só sabe quem quer responder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o grande nome&lt;br /&gt;Então retome retorne&lt;br /&gt;Restrinja a catinga da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existe uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;Que deve ser dita&lt;br /&gt;Paz&lt;br /&gt;A palavra mais digna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim tente ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Vai caber a cada partida&lt;br /&gt;Em cada suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova faísca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subirá aos céus&lt;br /&gt;Sem véu&lt;br /&gt;Sem dicas&lt;br /&gt;Sem ouro&lt;br /&gt;Sem malicias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo sem ao menos entender&lt;br /&gt;O que deve ser dito&lt;br /&gt;Mas suplico o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sem violinos nem discursos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que muito&lt;br /&gt;É o centro do vicio&lt;br /&gt;Assentado ao nosso abismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas volte pra ver&lt;br /&gt;Reviva o saber&lt;br /&gt;Reviva e venha dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogue os dados&lt;br /&gt;Somos todos&lt;br /&gt;Seres iluminados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-851593170111707888?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/851593170111707888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/851593170111707888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/seres-iluminados.html' title='SERES ILUMINADOS'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGHPZk-0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/iOz6ToEqbtQ/s72-c/seres_iluminados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-6170700245486698003</id><published>2007-10-18T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:33:34.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PORRA-LOCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OEPZk_HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mm32Pxy-kaU/s1600-h/porra_loca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124619260754459762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OEPZk_HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mm32Pxy-kaU/s400/porra_loca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um dia quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Eu largo de vez&lt;br /&gt;Todos os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Pra viver com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe e eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que o que eu quero mesmo&lt;br /&gt;É ser porra-loca meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida um dia&lt;br /&gt;Me obrigará a se render&lt;br /&gt;E viver um cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não tenha prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Isso não acontece&lt;br /&gt;Vou me jogar no mundo&lt;br /&gt;E viver longe do stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um mega hiper&lt;br /&gt;Porra-loca meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Me jogo no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sem dar satisfação a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um mega hiper&lt;br /&gt;Porra-loca meu neném&lt;br /&gt;E não me venha com esse papo&lt;br /&gt;De que quer ser também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Da verdade eu vou dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que verdade sem fé&lt;br /&gt;Não nos conta o porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristo e Buda&lt;br /&gt;Eram porras-loca também&lt;br /&gt;Andando pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Para o mundo entender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-6170700245486698003?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/6170700245486698003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/6170700245486698003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/porra-loca.html' title='PORRA-LOCA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OEPZk_HI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mm32Pxy-kaU/s72-c/porra_loca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-131702482674709106</id><published>2007-10-18T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:24:33.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGX_Zk-1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/hKraN3zE1GE/s1600-h/novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123062691591945042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGX_Zk-1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/hKraN3zE1GE/s400/novo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rua ladeira e esfalto&lt;br /&gt;Dia quente&lt;br /&gt;Bafo e mormaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito pra pular do barco&lt;br /&gt;Morlhar a nuca, os pulsos&lt;br /&gt;E limpar e os calos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavar a alma&lt;br /&gt;E o corpo suado&lt;br /&gt;Firmar o equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;Entre o futuro e o passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respirar o perfume do édem&lt;br /&gt;Assistir o sol&lt;br /&gt;Até cegar os olhos cansados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez é pouco&lt;br /&gt;Reiniciar&lt;br /&gt;E rever tudo de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-131702482674709106?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/131702482674709106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/131702482674709106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/de-novo.html' title='NOVO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGX_Zk-1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/hKraN3zE1GE/s72-c/novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2763806436097437688</id><published>2007-10-18T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T04:30:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGA EM FRENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGhPZk-2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/zJSG8g-EEJ4/s1600-h/siga_em_frente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123062850505735010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGhPZk-2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/zJSG8g-EEJ4/s400/siga_em_frente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siga em frente&lt;br /&gt;Enfrente sempre sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe nada&lt;br /&gt;Atrapalhar sua sina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é sua&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Você pode conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Basta ter fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seu sonho&lt;br /&gt;No seu ideal&lt;br /&gt;A vida é você sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Em um caminho mortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que corre atrás&lt;br /&gt;Do lugar onde quer chegar&lt;br /&gt;E conseguir&lt;br /&gt;O que quer conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte&lt;br /&gt;Pois você precisará&lt;br /&gt;Seja forte&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe nada te abalar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda com os erros&lt;br /&gt;Mude com os erros&lt;br /&gt;Mas seja você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para trás&lt;br /&gt;Veja o que conquistou&lt;br /&gt;Faça um balanço&lt;br /&gt;Do que você passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E veja&lt;br /&gt;Se o caminho é correto&lt;br /&gt;E volte&lt;br /&gt;Se não estiver certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em suas decisões&lt;br /&gt;Seja tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Tenha paciência&lt;br /&gt;Mais seja definitivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indecisão&lt;br /&gt;É sinal de fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Não saber o que quer&lt;br /&gt;Não ter certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objetivos na vida&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que ter&lt;br /&gt;Objetivos são sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que podem acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem eles você&lt;br /&gt;Não tem razão pra viver&lt;br /&gt;E nem para morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga em frente&lt;br /&gt;Enfrente sempre sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Com um ideal em sua mente&lt;br /&gt;E com a cabeça erguida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ramon Cliquet / Roberto Trindade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2763806436097437688?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2763806436097437688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2763806436097437688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/siga-em-frente.html' title='SIGA EM FRENTE'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGhPZk-2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/zJSG8g-EEJ4/s72-c/siga_em_frente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7955481077052293161</id><published>2007-10-18T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T04:46:08.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VÍCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGpfZk-3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ewHvWZic8A0/s1600-h/vicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123062992239655794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGpfZk-3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ewHvWZic8A0/s400/vicio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sua vida&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma vida perdida&lt;br /&gt;Seu céu&lt;br /&gt;Começa com uma forte neblina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sol&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes não brilha o amor&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Bombeia lágrimas de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar agora é um vício&lt;br /&gt;E viver é um sacrifício&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil perceber o porquê&lt;br /&gt;Do início de tentar viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espelho&lt;br /&gt;Não reflete mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Só enxergo desespero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo&lt;br /&gt;Que não passa com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Dói te ver morrendo&lt;br /&gt;Também dói te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o preço que só paga a dor&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos que você me falou&lt;br /&gt;Sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo tudo que você conquistou&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo morrendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipnotizado por ela&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo as suas custas&lt;br /&gt;Ela te tranca num calabouço&lt;br /&gt;Entre ratos e bruxas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz do fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;É a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;O trem é sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;E anda na contramão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sua vida&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma vida perdida&lt;br /&gt;Seu céu&lt;br /&gt;Começa com uma forte neblina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sol&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes não brilha o amor&lt;br /&gt;E seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Bombeia lágrimas de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vício.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7955481077052293161?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7955481077052293161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7955481077052293161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/vcio.html' title='VÍCIO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGpfZk-3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ewHvWZic8A0/s72-c/vicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-3376598739975416311</id><published>2007-10-18T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:44:39.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMANA IDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxiYw_Zk-yI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7gkPNVN63dY/s1600-h/humanidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123012543553796898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxiYw_Zk-yI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7gkPNVN63dY/s400/humanidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxiV2fZk-wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WYacYSXb_i0/s1600-h/humanidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Humana idade&lt;br /&gt;Duas palavras distintas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tão relacionadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humanos são animais&lt;br /&gt;Com seus defeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E suas qualidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E qual idade nós temos?&lt;br /&gt;Com sinceridade não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sincera idade&lt;br /&gt;Não depende do tempo de vida&lt;br /&gt;De um ser humano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sincera são as crianças&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem tudo o que amam&lt;br /&gt;Gritam, correm, brincam&lt;br /&gt;Choram quando querem chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultos adorariam poder fazer tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Mas têm medo&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja por isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que brigam com as crianças&lt;br /&gt;Quando elas fazem o que querem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser pra demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;Que a humanidade têm regras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E das severas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanidade busca a igualdade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Através da falsidade&lt;br /&gt;Da falsa idade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-3376598739975416311?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3376598739975416311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3376598739975416311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/humana-idade.html' title='HUMANA IDADE'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxiYw_Zk-yI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7gkPNVN63dY/s72-c/humanidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7864593160052442481</id><published>2007-10-18T09:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:28:03.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNIFICADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8edPZk_PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DztAn8XZldU/s1600-h/significado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124848388669766898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8edPZk_PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DztAn8XZldU/s400/significado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cada centímetro do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;É inesgotável&lt;br /&gt;É inevitável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada sorriso teu&lt;br /&gt;É um sol nascendo&lt;br /&gt;É uma chama ardendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;É esboço&lt;br /&gt;Da obra mais bela&lt;br /&gt;Feita por uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Brincando com aquarela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada gesto teu&lt;br /&gt;É um novo acorde&lt;br /&gt;É brincar com a sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada olhar teu&lt;br /&gt;É uma nova aurora&lt;br /&gt;É uma nova história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em tí&lt;br /&gt;É uma antiga pergunta&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma resposta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7864593160052442481?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7864593160052442481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7864593160052442481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/significado.html' title='SIGNIFICADO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8edPZk_PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DztAn8XZldU/s72-c/significado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2659840098207284634</id><published>2007-10-18T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:04:10.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PÁRA CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OQPZk_II/AAAAAAAAAHk/XWxnZ-1Amnk/s1600-h/para_coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124619466912889986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OQPZk_II/AAAAAAAAAHk/XWxnZ-1Amnk/s400/para_coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pára coração&lt;br /&gt;Pára de me pedir&lt;br /&gt;Pára eu ser mais forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pára para eu sentir mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Nem dor&lt;br /&gt;Nem amor&lt;br /&gt;Nem revolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pára coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois quando você bate&lt;br /&gt;Me machuca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um murro&lt;br /&gt;Sem luva&lt;br /&gt;Como uma baita&lt;br /&gt;Duma surra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pára coração&lt;br /&gt;Pára de me falar&lt;br /&gt;Pára eu ser realista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Me diz um monte de mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto me indica&lt;br /&gt;Que ela ainda vai ser minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pára coração&lt;br /&gt;Por favor pára&lt;br /&gt;Pois quem ama&lt;br /&gt;Não briga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem briga&lt;br /&gt;Não fica dizendo mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a própria vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2659840098207284634?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2659840098207284634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2659840098207284634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/para-corao.html' title='PÁRA CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OQPZk_II/AAAAAAAAAHk/XWxnZ-1Amnk/s72-c/para_coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-3542758363914326046</id><published>2007-10-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:33:07.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5Ob_Zk_JI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rBW6bjAenDM/s1600-h/poeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124619668776352914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5Ob_Zk_JI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rBW6bjAenDM/s400/poeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já fechei porta e janela&lt;br /&gt;Pra ela não entrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas ô poeira persistente&lt;br /&gt;Que vem me perturbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A madame já falou&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei limpar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu faço tudo certinho&lt;br /&gt;Limpo até brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavei louça&lt;br /&gt;Ilustrei móvel&lt;br /&gt;Até eu cansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varri chão&lt;br /&gt;Passei pano&lt;br /&gt;Até cansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a danada não demora&lt;br /&gt;E vem me atormentar&lt;br /&gt;Bate o vento&lt;br /&gt;E logo entra poeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a danada não demora&lt;br /&gt;E vem me atormentar&lt;br /&gt;Muda o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E logo entra poeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a danada não demora&lt;br /&gt;E vem me atormentar&lt;br /&gt;Passa carro&lt;br /&gt;E logo entra poeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a danada não demora&lt;br /&gt;E vem me atormentar&lt;br /&gt;Fecho tudo&lt;br /&gt;E logo entra poeira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-3542758363914326046?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3542758363914326046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3542758363914326046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/poeira.html' title='POEIRA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5Ob_Zk_JI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rBW6bjAenDM/s72-c/poeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-4827207669791061515</id><published>2007-10-18T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:12:34.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTRATO DO CÉU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGy_Zk-4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/EMeU6myEOZ4/s1600-h/contrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123063155448413058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGy_Zk-4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/EMeU6myEOZ4/s400/contrato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tá registrado em contrato&lt;br /&gt;Passado em cartório dos céus&lt;br /&gt;E assinado embaixo Deus&lt;br /&gt;Com duas vias reconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de avaliar o agrado&lt;br /&gt;Deus viu que estava errado&lt;br /&gt;E agora ele vai cobrar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo dobrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada suspiro é deis cruzados&lt;br /&gt;O gole d’água é um real&lt;br /&gt;E novente e nove centavos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser tudo cobrado&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta pedir desconto ou fiado&lt;br /&gt;Deus é severo quem não pagar&lt;br /&gt;Tem o consumo cortado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uso da terra&lt;br /&gt;Do ar e da água&lt;br /&gt;Tudo com juros&lt;br /&gt;E correção monetária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com inflação&lt;br /&gt;Baseada na moeda mais rara&lt;br /&gt;Não dólar, não ouro, nem prata&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor entre todas as raças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus vê tudo&lt;br /&gt;Não tem como roubar&lt;br /&gt;Quem traficar condenado será&lt;br /&gt;A pena perpétua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lucro será dividido entre Deus S/A&lt;br /&gt;E seus funcionários&lt;br /&gt;Composto por anjos&lt;br /&gt;E os demais seres iluminados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá certo ele&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que ele quer é juntar dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Pra montar um outro planeta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-4827207669791061515?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4827207669791061515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4827207669791061515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/contrato.html' title='CONTRATO DO CÉU'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjGy_Zk-4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/EMeU6myEOZ4/s72-c/contrato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-5782245115147269828</id><published>2007-10-18T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:36:58.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O JOGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjG8fZk-5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TFQoyO90i00/s1600-h/o_jogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123063318657170322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjG8fZk-5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TFQoyO90i00/s400/o_jogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se for assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu me jogo profundo&lt;br /&gt;No jogo da vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca me iludo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô sozinho no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mirabolando planos&lt;br /&gt;Para o futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô firmado&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora&lt;br /&gt;De buscar a minha glória&lt;br /&gt;Minha vitória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tô errado&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu errar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tô equivocado&lt;br /&gt;Sai da frente e vai pra lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me soltar pro vento&lt;br /&gt;Deixar ele me guiar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre imaginando&lt;br /&gt;Onde quero chegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-5782245115147269828?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5782245115147269828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5782245115147269828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-jogo_18.html' title='O JOGO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjG8fZk-5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TFQoyO90i00/s72-c/o_jogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7337678246271677555</id><published>2007-10-18T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:38:12.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O INSTANTE DA ESTÁTUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Quando eu ficar velho&lt;br /&gt;Vou querer sentar num banco de praça&lt;br /&gt;Na frente dum um casal de jovens&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar sobre minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E um pouco sobre minha morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou querer ficar calado&lt;br /&gt;E nem escrever nada&lt;br /&gt;Dar alpiste aos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;E quando um cachorro vir assustá-los&lt;br /&gt;Contemplar sua avoada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parado vou ver o movimento&lt;br /&gt;Das pessoas, dos carros&lt;br /&gt;E das folhas que caem com o vento&lt;br /&gt;E sentir o simples momento&lt;br /&gt;Que gera todo esse movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou querer ver o sol&lt;br /&gt;Se pondo no fim de tarde&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ter certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que acreditei sobre o universo&lt;br /&gt;Era verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim vou querer sentir saudades&lt;br /&gt;De todos os problemas&lt;br /&gt;Pois os verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estarão comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo não estando mais vivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo antes de morrer&lt;br /&gt;Pois depois quero virar estátua&lt;br /&gt;E servir de nome pra uma praça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pombas na minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Pousaram de monte&lt;br /&gt;Pras crianças servirei de esconderijo&lt;br /&gt;No esconde-esconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar sempre de olho&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo tudo&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém perceberá nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se virar com lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Por eu não estar mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;Você não verá&lt;br /&gt;Mas darei um grande sorriso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7337678246271677555?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7337678246271677555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7337678246271677555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-instante-da-esttua.html' title='O INSTANTE DA ESTÁTUA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2874719756162521362</id><published>2007-10-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T03:56:27.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NÊGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyQ0vZk_EI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FhDK1swoPHY/s1600-h/nego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124129711792127042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyQ0vZk_EI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FhDK1swoPHY/s400/nego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segura nêgo&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempero brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;Vem de dentro do teu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu samba para&lt;br /&gt;E parece uma prece&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem lá de cima desce&lt;br /&gt;Pra sambar ao som do tambor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambor que bate&lt;br /&gt;Na batida do teu coração abatido&lt;br /&gt;Por saudades do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultura louca&lt;br /&gt;Que cicatriza tuas feridas&lt;br /&gt;E de arma é servida&lt;br /&gt;Pra lutar a teu favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da batida da palma da mão&lt;br /&gt;Da cabaça vai saindo o som&lt;br /&gt;Da cabeça vai ficando bom&lt;br /&gt;É uma luta é uma dança&lt;br /&gt;É uma arte então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega nego virado&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai te pegar&lt;br /&gt;Capoeirista arretado&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de marra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2874719756162521362?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2874719756162521362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2874719756162521362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/neg.html' title='NÊGO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyQ0vZk_EI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FhDK1swoPHY/s72-c/nego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7360256205721632474</id><published>2007-10-18T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:38:55.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MENINA MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyRCfZk_FI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pITvgsUoyL0/s1600-h/menina_mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124129948015328338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyRCfZk_FI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pITvgsUoyL0/s400/menina_mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ela tem aquele jeito&lt;br /&gt;De menina-mulher&lt;br /&gt;Faz as coisas da maneira&lt;br /&gt;Que ela bem entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalha de dia&lt;br /&gt;Estuda de noite&lt;br /&gt;É energia positiva&lt;br /&gt;Não importa aonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganha pouco dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe gastar&lt;br /&gt;As vezes fuma um drim&lt;br /&gt;Só pra desbaratinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um sorriso tão belo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nem sei descrever&lt;br /&gt;Tem umas idéias estranhas&lt;br /&gt;Que não consigo entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonha em ser turista&lt;br /&gt;Tem um bocado de planos&lt;br /&gt;Só tira nota boa&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo trampando tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é guerreira&lt;br /&gt;É reggaeira de fé&lt;br /&gt;Não tem dread&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe ser quem ela é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca uma viola&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem canta tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Isso pouco me importa&lt;br /&gt;Pois me faz muito bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz que não me quer&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso eu sei que é mentira&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser coisa de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Ou coisa de menina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7360256205721632474?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7360256205721632474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7360256205721632474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/menina-mulher.html' title='MENINA MULHER'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyRCfZk_FI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pITvgsUoyL0/s72-c/menina_mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2805481214736173460</id><published>2007-10-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:03:33.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACA PEIXEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyROPZk_GI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QAK6q_nvWQY/s1600-h/faca_peixeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124130149878791266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyROPZk_GI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QAK6q_nvWQY/s400/faca_peixeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É a minha proteção&lt;br /&gt;Caso meu São Sebastião&lt;br /&gt;Não possa me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor que bala&lt;br /&gt;Pois perfura e também rasga&lt;br /&gt;Tá toda enferrujada&lt;br /&gt;Mas cega ela não tá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha faca peixeira&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais afiada&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer espada&lt;br /&gt;De ninja ou samurai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha faca peixeira&lt;br /&gt;Corta peixe, corta lenha&lt;br /&gt;Cana, pedra, corta veia&lt;br /&gt;Corta o que quiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2805481214736173460?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2805481214736173460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2805481214736173460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/faca-peixeira.html' title='FACA PEIXEIRA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxyROPZk_GI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QAK6q_nvWQY/s72-c/faca_peixeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-8405371791157388722</id><published>2007-10-18T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:04:54.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRENÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHG_Zk-6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5lZTiPYbhHU/s1600-h/crencas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123063499045796770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHG_Zk-6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5lZTiPYbhHU/s400/crencas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Está interessado em saber&lt;br /&gt;O quanto somos fúteis&lt;br /&gt;A ganhar e perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que ninguém no mundo&lt;br /&gt;E melhor que você&lt;br /&gt;E nem você no mundo&lt;br /&gt;É melhor que ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você tentar falar&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Pois ninguém quer acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se acabe de vez&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você diz umas palavras&lt;br /&gt;E depois fala amém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aclamando coisas do bem&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que nunca fez&lt;br /&gt;Pois se eu te falo uma mentira&lt;br /&gt;Você fala também&lt;br /&gt;Peca também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se formos ver&lt;br /&gt;Somos apenas seres vivos&lt;br /&gt;Tentando sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que nunca encontra&lt;br /&gt;A solução da morte&lt;br /&gt;Por que se divide&lt;br /&gt;Entre fracos e fortes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crenças&lt;br /&gt;No que já existe aqui&lt;br /&gt;Crenças&lt;br /&gt;No que ainda existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-8405371791157388722?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/8405371791157388722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/8405371791157388722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/crenas.html' title='CRENÇAS'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHG_Zk-6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5lZTiPYbhHU/s72-c/crencas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-6971590846331930627</id><published>2007-10-18T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:47:06.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRA OS OLHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OpfZk_KI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CEcdIivHykI/s1600-h/abra_os_olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124619900704586914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OpfZk_KI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CEcdIivHykI/s400/abra_os_olhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abra os olhos no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Ouça o som do meu sussurro&lt;br /&gt;Em teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não diga nada&lt;br /&gt;Ouça tudo aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre quis ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse quarto tão obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sente o quente da minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Sobre seu corpo seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Fervendo seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos novamente&lt;br /&gt;Ponha em sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Que esse amor é pra sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-6971590846331930627?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/6971590846331930627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/6971590846331930627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/abra-os-olhos.html' title='ABRA OS OLHOS'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5OpfZk_KI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CEcdIivHykI/s72-c/abra_os_olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7688366081350285561</id><published>2007-10-18T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:48:02.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRASILEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5YDfZk_OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kxyUv55gAoI/s1600-h/brasileiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124630242985835746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5YDfZk_OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kxyUv55gAoI/s400/brasileiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais nessa vida já fui tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camelô, engraxate, flanelinha&lt;br /&gt;Caminhoneiro, ajudante em padaria&lt;br /&gt;Motoboy, office boy e diarista&lt;br /&gt;Pedreiro, padeiro e motorista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardineiro, frentista e matador&lt;br /&gt;Artista, salva-vidas e jogador&lt;br /&gt;Violonista, macumbeiro e pastor&lt;br /&gt;Garçom, ambulante e sonhador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Brasileiro&lt;br /&gt;É lero!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vô sê você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7688366081350285561?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7688366081350285561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7688366081350285561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/brasileiro.html' title='BRASILEIRO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5YDfZk_OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kxyUv55gAoI/s72-c/brasileiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-5917873609343924698</id><published>2007-10-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T04:56:13.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MÚSICA PRA LOCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjPkPZk_CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PS0FOOxww2c/s1600-h/musica_pra_loco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123072797649992738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjPkPZk_CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PS0FOOxww2c/s400/musica_pra_loco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem fim nem começo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei qual é o xis da questão&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo age&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que vi disco voador&lt;br /&gt;Entra um ouvido&lt;br /&gt;E sai no do doutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá osso&lt;br /&gt;A música que faço&lt;br /&gt;É música pra louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem choro nem vela&lt;br /&gt;Sigo sempre avoado&lt;br /&gt;Olhando nuvens cheias&lt;br /&gt;De significado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrado falado&lt;br /&gt;Do mestre que permanece&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre calado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu não percebes&lt;br /&gt;É que vive apressado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um esboço&lt;br /&gt;A música que faço&lt;br /&gt;É música pra loco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá certo&lt;br /&gt;Tô errado&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe tudo&lt;br /&gt;É dicionário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem conhece tudo&lt;br /&gt;São os bem aventurados&lt;br /&gt;A desvendar os cantos&lt;br /&gt;Desse conto mal contado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo ou morto&lt;br /&gt;A música que faço&lt;br /&gt;É música pra loco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o som&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o sol&lt;br /&gt;Tenho as manhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucos fatores&lt;br /&gt;Mas cheio de fatos&lt;br /&gt;Bicho do mato&lt;br /&gt;Globalizado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avanço de espírito&lt;br /&gt;Fortifico meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Tô conectado&lt;br /&gt;Minha internet é a cabo&lt;br /&gt;De cipó trançado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faço música&lt;br /&gt;Pro povo não&lt;br /&gt;A música que faço&lt;br /&gt;É música pra doidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-5917873609343924698?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5917873609343924698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5917873609343924698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/musica-pra-loco.html' title='MÚSICA PRA LOCO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjPkPZk_CI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PS0FOOxww2c/s72-c/musica_pra_loco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-6359966887233940514</id><published>2007-10-18T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T03:53:45.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHQvZk-7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ldjD6Y5HC3w/s1600-h/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123063666549521330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHQvZk-7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ldjD6Y5HC3w/s400/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lá é um lugar muito estranho&lt;br /&gt;Imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Lá tem tudo que queria cá&lt;br /&gt;Lá tem sim e não tem não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá é distante&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Achado na dúvida&lt;br /&gt;De um pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá é um será&lt;br /&gt;Uma dúvida constante&lt;br /&gt;Remete-me a outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Dentro desse instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá é um medo&lt;br /&gt;Lá é um tesão&lt;br /&gt;Lá é uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Uma bela canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá está sempre&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de cá&lt;br /&gt;Ca la do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite&lt;br /&gt;Num quarto&lt;br /&gt;Numa mulher&lt;br /&gt;No futuro ou no passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá aguça o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;A transparecer do resto&lt;br /&gt;Que sobrou de um rosto&lt;br /&gt;Ofuscado pelo cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá não tem definição&lt;br /&gt;Todo lá tem seu cá&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem o seu lá&lt;br /&gt;Num cá dentro do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que horas são coração&lt;br /&gt;É coração com oração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É lá que a gente percebe&lt;br /&gt;Ter vivido em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É lá que a gente aprende&lt;br /&gt;A controlar a pressão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-6359966887233940514?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/6359966887233940514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/6359966887233940514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/l.html' title='LÁ'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHQvZk-7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ldjD6Y5HC3w/s72-c/la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-5944428622911283691</id><published>2007-10-18T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:49:18.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VERSO AO UNIVERSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5X0vZk_NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YAvgYxxADHY/s1600-h/universo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124629989582765266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5X0vZk_NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YAvgYxxADHY/s400/universo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faz muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Perto do tempo que perco&lt;br /&gt;Quando me perco no seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;E eu nem percebo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te aperto&lt;br /&gt;E te beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me apego&lt;br /&gt;E te peço&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Desse céu infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele acorde&lt;br /&gt;Que me acorda pra você&lt;br /&gt;Me faz lembrar do seu gesto&lt;br /&gt;Que embala meus restos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma só cachola&lt;br /&gt;Que embola&lt;br /&gt;Vários ritmos&lt;br /&gt;Em hits de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No universo&lt;br /&gt;Te uno a um verso&lt;br /&gt;Uma prosa pra tua órbita&lt;br /&gt;Que eu giro e sigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-5944428622911283691?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5944428622911283691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5944428622911283691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/abrigo-no-univers.html' title='VERSO AO UNIVERSO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5X0vZk_NI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YAvgYxxADHY/s72-c/universo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-5160560850406467796</id><published>2007-10-18T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:19:56.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5Xp_Zk_MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/o1VMmjfMP6w/s1600-h/colo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124629804899171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5Xp_Zk_MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/o1VMmjfMP6w/s400/colo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando você me disse adeus&lt;br /&gt;Ai meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tudo virou puro marasmo&lt;br /&gt;Sem teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;E o aconchego dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais bela&lt;br /&gt;É me embrenhar junto você&lt;br /&gt;É somente no teu ventre&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero me esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é a vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem a sina de te ver?&lt;br /&gt;Assassina de coração&lt;br /&gt;Que assiste o meu sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuma logo&lt;br /&gt;Que me quer&lt;br /&gt;Aceite logo&lt;br /&gt;O meu querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo contigo me contendo&lt;br /&gt;Me conformo com você&lt;br /&gt;Com tua forma me completo&lt;br /&gt;E não  consigo me conter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és estrela&lt;br /&gt;Estrelando meu momento de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Me entrego me integro&lt;br /&gt;Me entendo com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi vindas já vi idas&lt;br /&gt;Vividas só de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Seja qual for o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Me destino a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta pro meu colo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te coloco um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;É colada no meu colo&lt;br /&gt;Que tua pele encontra abrigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-5160560850406467796?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5160560850406467796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/5160560850406467796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/colo.html' title='COLO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5Xp_Zk_MI/AAAAAAAAAIE/o1VMmjfMP6w/s72-c/colo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7247803934656057618</id><published>2007-10-18T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:47:14.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTO-CONHECIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHYvZk-8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NPkVAi1DgJo/s1600-h/auto_conhecimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123063803988474818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHYvZk-8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NPkVAi1DgJo/s400/auto_conhecimento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De repente paro tudo&lt;br /&gt;Para eu também parar&lt;br /&gt;Paro meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;E tento me reparar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a segundo&lt;br /&gt;É segundo o segundo mais brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Que seguindo minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Continuamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo&lt;br /&gt;A mente forte&lt;br /&gt;Para ir distante&lt;br /&gt;E vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando ao nada&lt;br /&gt;Do nada eu quero ficar&lt;br /&gt;Em lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada para realizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sossegado a nada desejar&lt;br /&gt;Nada além desse momento&lt;br /&gt;Que nada tenho para falar&lt;br /&gt;Somente pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dedica-lo a mim&lt;br /&gt;Completamente&lt;br /&gt;Completo a mim e a mente&lt;br /&gt;Nesse pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Auto-conhecimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7247803934656057618?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7247803934656057618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7247803934656057618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/auto-conhecimento.html' title='AUTO-CONHECIMENTO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHYvZk-8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/NPkVAi1DgJo/s72-c/auto_conhecimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-999070025100035846</id><published>2007-10-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:01:05.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PELADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjQGvZk_DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ls5kN6CVdQU/s1600-h/pelados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123073390355479602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjQGvZk_DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ls5kN6CVdQU/s400/pelados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imaginei um dia&lt;br /&gt;Como é que seria&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo pelado&lt;br /&gt;Andando por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem roupa nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;Pelado em casa&lt;br /&gt;No trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Ou na rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia ser pelado&lt;br /&gt;Para todo lado&lt;br /&gt;Na igreja sagrada&lt;br /&gt;Ou no busão lotado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de malícia&lt;br /&gt;Nada de vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Cada um na sua&lt;br /&gt;Peladão numa boa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia ser tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tão natural&lt;br /&gt;Não precisar de calça&lt;br /&gt;Cueca ou avental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo pelado&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo igual&lt;br /&gt;Sem distinção de tribo&lt;br /&gt;Ou classe social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei um dia&lt;br /&gt;Como é que seria&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo pelado&lt;br /&gt;Andando por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem roupa nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;Pelado sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhado&lt;br /&gt;Ou com a turma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia ser pelado&lt;br /&gt;No supermercado&lt;br /&gt;No jornal nacional&lt;br /&gt;Ou viajando no espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de malícia&lt;br /&gt;Nada de vergonha&lt;br /&gt;Cada um na sua&lt;br /&gt;Peladão numa boa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia ser tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tão natural&lt;br /&gt;Não precisar roupa&lt;br /&gt;Nem matar animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo pelado&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo igual&lt;br /&gt;Sem distinção de tribo&lt;br /&gt;Ou classe social.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-999070025100035846?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/999070025100035846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/999070025100035846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/pelados.html' title='PELADO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjQGvZk_DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ls5kN6CVdQU/s72-c/pelados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2138538072419516129</id><published>2007-10-18T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:50:48.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHkPZk-9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/WEkZCvcXlaU/s1600-h/amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123064001556970450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHkPZk-9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/WEkZCvcXlaU/s400/amigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amigo boa viajem&lt;br /&gt;Leve contigo&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro sorriso&lt;br /&gt;De nossa eterna amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo tenha coragem&lt;br /&gt;Leve no peito&lt;br /&gt;A nossa bagagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De momentos sinistros&lt;br /&gt;Pura felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Pura amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo lembre sempre&lt;br /&gt;Da mesa de bar&lt;br /&gt;Da união que dá força&lt;br /&gt;E histórias pra contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Por me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Em conquistas e besteiras&lt;br /&gt;Em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo não deixe&lt;br /&gt;De notícias mandar&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja pela energia&lt;br /&gt;De um simples pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo um salve&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pra você&lt;br /&gt;Por essa nova página&lt;br /&gt;Que há de escrever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo sentirei falta&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra conter&lt;br /&gt;Mas conte comigo&lt;br /&gt;Para o que der e vier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são tantos&lt;br /&gt;Mas poucos como você&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Por te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos nas horas&lt;br /&gt;De rolê, bar, balada&lt;br /&gt;Viajem, festa,&lt;br /&gt;Vômitos, tretas, lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na correria&lt;br /&gt;Com a mulherada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é aquele&lt;br /&gt;Que tá sempre aí&lt;br /&gt;Que abre a geladeira&lt;br /&gt;Sem precisar pedir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça novos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Lembre dos velhos&lt;br /&gt;Pois o tempo é que mostra&lt;br /&gt;Quem são os verdadeiros amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo divirta-se&lt;br /&gt;Como soube fazer&lt;br /&gt;Com pouca responsa&lt;br /&gt;Com muito prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer em te conhecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2138538072419516129?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2138538072419516129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2138538072419516129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/amigo.html' title='AMIGO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHkPZk-9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/WEkZCvcXlaU/s72-c/amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-3660396944425484394</id><published>2007-10-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:52:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANETA TERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHr_Zk--I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0cPIQQ99J1s/s1600-h/planeta_terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123064134700956642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHr_Zk--I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0cPIQQ99J1s/s400/planeta_terra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um jardim&lt;br /&gt;Repleto de plantas pobres&lt;br /&gt;Com pétalas de dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um céu&lt;br /&gt;Repleto de nuvens podres&lt;br /&gt;Que chovem choros de medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mar&lt;br /&gt;Repleto de peixes mortos&lt;br /&gt;Que bóiam entre óleos e cruzeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um por do sol&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperança ou brilho&lt;br /&gt;Ofuscado por tiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um campo&lt;br /&gt;Que não é mais florido&lt;br /&gt;Ocupados por refugiados feridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um berço&lt;br /&gt;Com um feto mutilado&lt;br /&gt;Por uma bomba disparada ao acaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindo ao planeta Terra&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindo ao planeta guerra&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindo ao planeta que erra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-3660396944425484394?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3660396944425484394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3660396944425484394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/terra.html' title='PLANETA TERRA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjHr_Zk--I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0cPIQQ99J1s/s72-c/planeta_terra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-4613056323998184232</id><published>2007-10-18T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:54:21.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MACUMBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8kjfZk_QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zl3GdDCWsXE/s1600-h/macumba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124855093113715970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8kjfZk_QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zl3GdDCWsXE/s400/macumba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macumba é pra quem é da macumba&lt;br /&gt;Macumba é pra fazer macumba&lt;br /&gt;Macumba é pra ter fé macumba&lt;br /&gt;Macumba é oferenda macumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de africanos&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de espiritismo&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de catolicismo&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de ameríndios ocultismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É minha crença&lt;br /&gt;É feitiço&lt;br /&gt;Vai mexer comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Vai mexer com isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma mistura de vodu&lt;br /&gt;Umbanda&lt;br /&gt;Candomblé&lt;br /&gt;Kimbanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É feitiçaria&lt;br /&gt;Bruxaria brazuca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem macumba pra olho gordo&lt;br /&gt;E pra espantar o azar&lt;br /&gt;Tem pra ganhar o ganhar o jogo&lt;br /&gt;É tudo macumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem macumba pra agradecer&lt;br /&gt;Tem pra fazer acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Deixa doce pra come&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra oferece pra Erê.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-4613056323998184232?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4613056323998184232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4613056323998184232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/macumba.html' title='MACUMBA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8kjfZk_QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zl3GdDCWsXE/s72-c/macumba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-8478643592755530915</id><published>2007-10-18T05:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:56:28.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjH1fZk-_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/w4lUpAG7M6U/s1600-h/o_sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123064297909713906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjH1fZk-_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/w4lUpAG7M6U/s400/o_sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parece que parece as preces&lt;br /&gt;Sem par ele cresce&lt;br /&gt;E aparece só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gringo que vem de longe&lt;br /&gt;É o sol&lt;br /&gt;Que só lidão solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferente é a lua&lt;br /&gt;Que de noite nua&lt;br /&gt;É acompanhada de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E estrela na ex-tela escura do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol fica só na sua&lt;br /&gt;Se conformando conforme&lt;br /&gt;Passa o dia com fome de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio vai vivendo&lt;br /&gt;E se vendo sumir&lt;br /&gt;E saindo assim&lt;br /&gt;Vai assumindo em si&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor pela lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a lua&lt;br /&gt;Só fica nua&lt;br /&gt;Pro mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela cá&lt;br /&gt;E o sol acolá&lt;br /&gt;A órbita divide dois astros&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca vão se juntar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-8478643592755530915?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/8478643592755530915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/8478643592755530915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-sol.html' title='O SOL'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjH1fZk-_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/w4lUpAG7M6U/s72-c/o_sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-2251369952773014674</id><published>2007-10-18T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:09:14.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INCERTEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjIK_Zk_AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nPGRBwkauIg/s1600-h/incerteza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123064667276901378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjIK_Zk_AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nPGRBwkauIg/s400/incerteza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando a incerteza bate&lt;br /&gt;É melhor nem atender&lt;br /&gt;Incerto por incerto&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão fácil&lt;br /&gt;E vivemos querendo complicar&lt;br /&gt;Só pra sentir o incerto prazer&lt;br /&gt;Que a incerteza nos traz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-2251369952773014674?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2251369952773014674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/2251369952773014674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/incerteza.html' title='INCERTEZA'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjIK_Zk_AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nPGRBwkauIg/s72-c/incerteza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-7894619643244490233</id><published>2007-10-18T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T05:13:07.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VELHO NORDESTINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5O4fZk_LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gv9B7zj0QJc/s1600-h/velho_nordestino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124620158402624690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5O4fZk_LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gv9B7zj0QJc/s400/velho_nordestino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outro dia eu pensava&lt;br /&gt;Sobre minha seca sina&lt;br /&gt;Parei pra pensar sobre a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o sol evaporava o suor&lt;br /&gt;E o sangue se esquentava com o calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo cansado e sofrido&lt;br /&gt;O futuro é meu pior inimigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miséria é a única coisa que enxergo&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida já está me deixando cego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A enxada na mão e os calos nos dedos&lt;br /&gt;São marcas que carrego desde cedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barba mal feita e o chinelo&lt;br /&gt;Já cortei cana, já tentei achar minério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem ganhei uma dentadura&lt;br /&gt;Fazia quatro anos que eu não ganhava uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho duro não tenho preguiça&lt;br /&gt;E os urubus aguardam minha carniça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou cabra macho nunca tive medo&lt;br /&gt;E da seca tiro meu sustento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pó e chão batido&lt;br /&gt;Que alimentaram os meus sete filhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer senhor&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais um velho do sertão&lt;br /&gt;Com uma viola e um facão na mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindo ao meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Um velho nordestino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-7894619643244490233?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7894619643244490233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/7894619643244490233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/velho-nordestino.html' title='VELHO NORDESTINO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx5O4fZk_LI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gv9B7zj0QJc/s72-c/velho_nordestino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-1198117497777344944</id><published>2007-10-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:02:51.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O IDIOTA (ENSEJO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8ogfZk_TI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-K-1rM54n-4/s1600-h/ensejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124859439620619570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8ogfZk_TI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-K-1rM54n-4/s400/ensejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu queria poder&lt;br /&gt;Ter te conhecido antes&lt;br /&gt;Te levar pra um parque&lt;br /&gt;Andar numa roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder&lt;br /&gt;Fazer parte do teu tempo&lt;br /&gt;E a todo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Transforma-los em momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder&lt;br /&gt;Ver teus olhos bem de perto&lt;br /&gt;Te fazer esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que existe todo o resto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder&lt;br /&gt;Ser quem você sempre pensa&lt;br /&gt;E fazer de um jeito&lt;br /&gt;Que você nunca esqueça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder&lt;br /&gt;Arranhar no violão&lt;br /&gt;E te fazer uma linda&lt;br /&gt;Duma bela canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder&lt;br /&gt;Fazer você me achar&lt;br /&gt;Um idiota&lt;br /&gt;Por bater na tua porta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra falar&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Ser o idiota&lt;br /&gt;Que você gosta tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-1198117497777344944?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/1198117497777344944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/1198117497777344944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/ensejo.html' title='O IDIOTA (ENSEJO)'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8ogfZk_TI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-K-1rM54n-4/s72-c/ensejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-6642897555311540548</id><published>2007-10-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:14:59.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O VENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjOe_Zk_BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rp_tEo5E-Io/s1600-h/o_vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123071607944051730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjOe_Zk_BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rp_tEo5E-Io/s400/o_vento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamento não ser o vento&lt;br /&gt;Que vem cá ventar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Sem tempo e sem lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai e se revolta&lt;br /&gt;Sem razão de voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece e se esquece&lt;br /&gt;E isso faz esquentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lembra e se venta&lt;br /&gt;Traz a chuva pra cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briga com o mar&lt;br /&gt;E faz onda quebrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briga com a chuva&lt;br /&gt;E faz tudo alagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briga com as árvores&lt;br /&gt;E faz folha voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briga com a nota&lt;br /&gt;E faz o som soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma criança que corre o mundo&lt;br /&gt;E em tudo quer tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o vento&lt;br /&gt;E se deixe voar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-6642897555311540548?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/6642897555311540548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/6642897555311540548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-vento.html' title='O VENTO'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjOe_Zk_BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rp_tEo5E-Io/s72-c/o_vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-4389834312183759862</id><published>2007-10-17T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T04:41:32.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUAR NO MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8lIvZk_SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J-OK1OV3yuo/s1600-h/luar_no_mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124855733063843106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8lIvZk_SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J-OK1OV3yuo/s400/luar_no_mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A minha alma se conduz&lt;br /&gt;Conforme teus movimentos&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;É apenas você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos vemos&lt;br /&gt;Surge sempre&lt;br /&gt;Um lindo sentimento&lt;br /&gt;O coração sempre pergunta o por quê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Curtimos o momento&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse&lt;br /&gt;O ultimo a se viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquele beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que para até o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que se explode prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Quebrando a regra&lt;br /&gt;De que só os opostos se atraem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa relação é tão linda&lt;br /&gt;Igualzinha a cena&lt;br /&gt;Do primeiro beijo&lt;br /&gt;Onde já podíamos ver&lt;br /&gt;O reflexo da lua no mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-4389834312183759862?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4389834312183759862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/4389834312183759862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/luar-no-mar.html' title='LUAR NO MAR'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8lIvZk_SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J-OK1OV3yuo/s72-c/luar_no_mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-8188527366608419763</id><published>2007-10-17T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T04:06:07.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8k7fZk_RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HTtZFACYcy8/s1600-h/paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124855505430576402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8k7fZk_RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HTtZFACYcy8/s400/paz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A humanidade vivendo tranqüila&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas vivendo sem brigas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizes em suas terras&lt;br /&gt;Em uma Terra sem guerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crianças brincam saudáveis&lt;br /&gt;Entre os adultos não existe maldade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natureza sendo bem cuidada&lt;br /&gt;A verdade sendo falada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é sempre usado&lt;br /&gt;À aquele que está ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é o que faz&lt;br /&gt;No mundo existir a paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-8188527366608419763?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/8188527366608419763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/8188527366608419763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/paz.html' title='PAZ'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/Rx8k7fZk_RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HTtZFACYcy8/s72-c/paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794155350411482327.post-3573550196717638647</id><published>2007-09-28T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:09:05.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM A UM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjF9fZk-zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/94Iya7PFS6c/s1600-h/um_a_um.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123062236325411634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjF9fZk-zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/94Iya7PFS6c/s400/um_a_um.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O globo hoje desengloba novas tendências, tendências essas tão impugnantes que nos fazem refletir até quando Isso, com í maiúsculo, irá durar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas mentes programadas pra consumir cada vez mais demonstra, hoje, a tamanha calamidade do problema mas ainda assim afligem nosso sistema central para que não possamos movimentar um dedo sequer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo e qualquer ser ou indivíduo, seja de espécie humana, ou não, é responsável por cada centímetro daquilo que lhe rodeia num raio de metragem infinta. Isto é, claro, servindo somente para aqueles que têm massa cefálica suficiente para raciocinar sobre seu futuro durante no mínimo 3 segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo este, suficiente para re-avaliar um possível fim de nossa existência causada por uma demanda de atos irregulares e-ou irresponsáveis da primeira pessoa do plural. Entretanto, tempo insuficiente para definir e determinar tamanho re-trabalho a ser dito e feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, precisamos de mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não temos esse tempo para perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem em sua plena consciência mental enfrentaria tal monstro sozinho? Pergunta esta, que atormenta há séculos a parte mais evoluída dos primatas bípedes. Mas em tempos modernos deve ser respondida tão rápida como um programa de passa ou repassa, e dita com apenas duas letras de um inteiro alfabeto. E e U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resposta esta que apesar de depender da particularidade de cada língua, dialeto e/ou escrita da região abordada, tem no final das contas o mesmo peso cultural independente do lugar, tempo, credo, idade ou classe social de cada indivíduo indagado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá certo, convenhamos que não é um problema que será resolvido do dia para a noite. Que o problema ja está quase maior que a causa. E que quem vai sofrer com isso tudo mesmo será a parte inferior da nossa árvore genealógica constituída por nossos netos e todas as próximas gerações que sobreviverem ao caos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dado o problema e as variáveis, resolver essa a equação em tão pouco tempo se torna impossível até mesmo para o maior dos matemáticos. E ainda assim é tão simples quanto 1+1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois final, o resultado sempre será:&lt;br /&gt;A soma dos atos de cada um de nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794155350411482327-3573550196717638647?l=ramonpoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3573550196717638647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794155350411482327/posts/default/3573550196717638647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramonpoesia.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-um.html' title='UM A UM'/><author><name>Ramon Cliquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02000587836076685660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3GYFa_FDS7Y/RxjF9fZk-zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/94Iya7PFS6c/s72-c/um_a_um.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
