<?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-8703910958705662068</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:55:17.559-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><subtitle type='html'>Questionamentos e pensamentos sobre a vida,minhas poesias.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-3812849778021161303</id><published>2012-02-12T16:26:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:20:00.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caaJs52-i5k/TzgEhWl8cOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/b0BaihWVoOE/s1600/vida1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caaJs52-i5k/TzgEhWl8cOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/b0BaihWVoOE/s320/vida1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708317498739028194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida toma rumos,&lt;br /&gt;coisas acontecem,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a solidão sempre volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais madura, talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que simplesmente a aceitamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos odiar quem&lt;br /&gt;Um dia amamos&lt;br /&gt;para evitar que sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que odiar e tentar esquecer&lt;br /&gt;É amadurecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida, sempre a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada qual com seus sonhos, alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas que vem e se vão.&lt;br /&gt;A vida&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que parece simples,&lt;br /&gt;Tão complicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta aceitar, quem somos e quem fomos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda, as pessoas, os amores&lt;br /&gt;Mas as alegrias que um dia vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca irá mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Passado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É senhor passado,&lt;br /&gt;Como nos tornou pessoas melhores&lt;br /&gt;É uma pena que poucos entendam&lt;br /&gt;Que se deve guardar as coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois então, senhorita solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Até quando irá nos amar tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, senhor que vive.&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia que esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia fomos amantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta viver&lt;br /&gt;E aguardar que um sorriso mude tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-3812849778021161303?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/3812849778021161303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2012/02/simplicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3812849778021161303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3812849778021161303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2012/02/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-caaJs52-i5k/TzgEhWl8cOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/b0BaihWVoOE/s72-c/vida1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-3205243981726908287</id><published>2011-12-27T01:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:21:43.636-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8L3_y6VckA/Tvk5tMEuIhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DVjIGYxznPA/s1600/Confiar%2Bem%2BDeus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8L3_y6VckA/Tvk5tMEuIhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DVjIGYxznPA/s320/Confiar%2Bem%2BDeus3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690643052657254930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se deve amar primeiro a si&lt;br /&gt;Antes de procurar amar outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Entender quem realmente somos.&lt;br /&gt;Para entender as pessoas e o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreender nossas atitudes,escolhas.&lt;br /&gt;Compreender que o passado é apenas um&lt;br /&gt;aprendizado e que não deve ser esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a confiar, em esperar pelo amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre, é passageiro...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ficamos pensando na vida&lt;br /&gt;As coisas acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto selecionamos os amores, &lt;br /&gt;a quem amar.&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro passa diante dos nosso olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso viver intensamente o agora,&lt;br /&gt;Porque confiar é viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em si, para um dia&lt;br /&gt;Confiar em alguém sem temer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-3205243981726908287?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/3205243981726908287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/12/confiar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3205243981726908287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3205243981726908287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/12/confiar.html' title='Confiar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-U8L3_y6VckA/Tvk5tMEuIhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DVjIGYxznPA/s72-c/Confiar%2Bem%2BDeus3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5540089022320754525</id><published>2011-12-18T00:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:47:12.453-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YkbGJ8qbwc/Tu1UIerdiPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/L3peF5omvCc/s1600/la-espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YkbGJ8qbwc/Tu1UIerdiPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/L3peF5omvCc/s320/la-espera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687294409089845490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;Os amores se foram,&lt;br /&gt;Estou só novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espera, de um rumo.&lt;br /&gt;De uma amada,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém para ter a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;De viver a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta apenas se conformar&lt;br /&gt;em viver só.&lt;br /&gt;Viver dia após dias&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar no amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem confia espera,&lt;br /&gt;Então resta apenas esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Traga a ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5540089022320754525?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5540089022320754525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/12/esperar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5540089022320754525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5540089022320754525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/12/esperar.html' title='Esperar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-_YkbGJ8qbwc/Tu1UIerdiPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/L3peF5omvCc/s72-c/la-espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1739128212255046410</id><published>2011-10-20T22:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:48:16.855-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-Kf4e5GXC0/TqDBLDRORjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I6uEQHE45bQ/s1600/ausencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s-Kf4e5GXC0/TqDBLDRORjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I6uEQHE45bQ/s320/ausencia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665740726832350770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medida que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;passa, encontramos respostas&lt;br /&gt;para as perguntas mais estranhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos saudades de quando&lt;br /&gt;éramos crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos que não entendiam&lt;br /&gt;o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Não compreendiam o que era&lt;br /&gt;tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo passa, vivemos&lt;br /&gt;nossas vidas, alguns se foram,&lt;br /&gt;outros chegaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos pelas ruas, nos&lt;br /&gt;damos conta que somos maiores&lt;br /&gt;do que os pequeninos que correm nos&lt;br /&gt;parques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amadurecemos,alguns não&lt;br /&gt;tanto quanto deviam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais estranho,sempre existe&lt;br /&gt;um vazio, ausência de algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paro o tempo, e observo...&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas esqueceram o Amor,&lt;br /&gt;Mal sorriem, esqueceram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As vezes, esquecemos,&lt;br /&gt;da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;o que realmente nos faz falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1739128212255046410?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1739128212255046410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/10/esperanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1739128212255046410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1739128212255046410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/10/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-s-Kf4e5GXC0/TqDBLDRORjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I6uEQHE45bQ/s72-c/ausencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1133095783881188172</id><published>2011-10-05T00:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:12:51.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9qO9sOBc1w/TovLGnv6seI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FGK6m518RuQ/s1600/vento___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I9qO9sOBc1w/TovLGnv6seI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FGK6m518RuQ/s320/vento___.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659840671330775522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao certo,&lt;br /&gt;o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;O quão confuso estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os porquês retornam,&lt;br /&gt;Afligem a alma de um sonhador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com o impossível&lt;br /&gt;e nele não querer acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos que atormentam,&lt;br /&gt;trazem sonhos, muitos esquecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos a muito hibernados,&lt;br /&gt;retornam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corro, sem saber para onde.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é Ela que corrói meus &lt;br /&gt;pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fujo,&lt;br /&gt;Fujo de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de entender&lt;br /&gt;tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1133095783881188172?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1133095783881188172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/10/pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1133095783881188172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1133095783881188172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/10/pensar.html' title='Pensar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-I9qO9sOBc1w/TovLGnv6seI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FGK6m518RuQ/s72-c/vento___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8109874926668012517</id><published>2011-09-20T08:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T08:27:54.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub3-qcV5cnc/Tnh4qN7l6NI/AAAAAAAAAVE/T7mW9MYL_3g/s1600/passado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub3-qcV5cnc/Tnh4qN7l6NI/AAAAAAAAAVE/T7mW9MYL_3g/s320/passado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401998853105874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levei tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;para esquece-la.&lt;br /&gt;Amadureci sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;quando o que eu mais&lt;br /&gt;queria era crescer junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, Ela aparece&lt;br /&gt;do nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não sai dos meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo na manhã de&lt;br /&gt;súbito.&lt;br /&gt;A vontade é tira-la&lt;br /&gt;totalmente dos meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de vagar sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Se perder no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo se passou...&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto, porque,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca a esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mais o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Será que o que sinto mudou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8109874926668012517?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8109874926668012517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/09/ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8109874926668012517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8109874926668012517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/09/ela.html' title='Ela...'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-Ub3-qcV5cnc/Tnh4qN7l6NI/AAAAAAAAAVE/T7mW9MYL_3g/s72-c/passado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7104847336290342985</id><published>2011-09-08T19:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:55:43.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdido no tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jD-eDnMwEMc/TmlH1qCtuLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IGIhlDk50LU/s1600/10000relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jD-eDnMwEMc/TmlH1qCtuLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IGIhlDk50LU/s320/10000relogio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650126194657310898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao certo&lt;br /&gt;o quão rápido&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sou mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Vivo redescobrindo quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me espanto, por não ser.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;O tolo que amou, que chorou,&lt;br /&gt;Que questionava o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;todos a sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo o mistério&lt;br /&gt;de descobrir quem me tornei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não são os mesmos perfumes &lt;br /&gt;que me encantam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas as essências que ficam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei ao certo &lt;br /&gt;o quanto tempo passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda guardo&lt;br /&gt;lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol já esta nascendo,&lt;br /&gt;fico aguardando, alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Que me espere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7104847336290342985?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7104847336290342985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/09/perdido-no-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7104847336290342985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7104847336290342985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/09/perdido-no-tempo.html' title='Perdido no tempo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-jD-eDnMwEMc/TmlH1qCtuLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IGIhlDk50LU/s72-c/10000relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-173757498430022983</id><published>2011-07-31T01:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:24:26.254-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Refletindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CifAHrQObPU/TjTY71otHrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dxc2HyLBzfw/s1600/refletindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CifAHrQObPU/TjTY71otHrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dxc2HyLBzfw/s320/refletindo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635367556269022898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, ora, Guilherme, quando você vai aceitar que as pessoas (ser humano), são um bicho terrível. E aqui estamos novamente, pensando, nos amores que se foram, nos que viram, Ela, que sinto tanta saudade. Do que adianta mostrar aquilo que você não é...&lt;br /&gt;         Viver e não se arrepender, saudades de uma passado que nunca mais irá voltar. Há muito tempo deixamos de planejar o futuro e pensar nele.&lt;br /&gt;         Questionamentos, quanto mais tempo tenho para pensar mais os questiono. Deus me perdoe, mas não sei se ainda tenho tanta fé como antes, há muito tempo deixei de ser aquele menino tolo, imaturo e ignorante.&lt;br /&gt;       Guilherme, não pense e viva. Francamente, você cresceu e amadureceu muito, aprendeu a aceitar a solidão como amante e nela se confortar, se tornou um cara paciente, inteligente, não digo sábio, pois até os sábios tem o que aprender. Tenho orgulho de você.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tantos que nem ao certo sei quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;          Penso e repenso, sobre a humanidade, sobre a fome, miséria, injustiça. Ah! A injustiça, isso me revolta...&lt;br /&gt;          Enquanto todos estão dando risada, trabalhando e vivendo suas vidas, aqui estamos, nos desabafando. Por falar em desabafar, lembra do tempo em que pensávamos em morrer com trinta anos, depois de nos tornamos um poeta conhecido e renomeado, sua família viveria com o dinheiro da venda dos seus livros, como éramos tolos...&lt;br /&gt;         Mandamentos, me lembra o Apocalipse, onde Deus virá e resgatará as almas que tenham dignidade e as que não serão salvas; irão na batalha final pois se arrependeram de seus pecados. Uma coisa tenho que admitir existem muitas coisas neste mundo que não entendemos e nem iremos entender. No final o bem vence o mal, tudo tão comum.&lt;br /&gt;            Guilherme, chega e viva, você merece, sei que você aceita sua vida como ela é, mas viva....&lt;br /&gt;         Não sabemos o que nos espera amanhã, viva o hoje, problema que o hoje é tão monótono, como odeio monotonia....&lt;br /&gt;        Chega, olhe as estrelas a chuva que você ganha mais...&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni                               30/07/2011  19:31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-173757498430022983?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/173757498430022983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/07/refletindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/173757498430022983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/173757498430022983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/07/refletindo.html' title='Refletindo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-CifAHrQObPU/TjTY71otHrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dxc2HyLBzfw/s72-c/refletindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-6598392268742158189</id><published>2011-07-05T10:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:53:21.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUCt8-XWPew/ThMXTJv-rDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Jrn1W1L70ek/s1600/nevoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUCt8-XWPew/ThMXTJv-rDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Jrn1W1L70ek/s320/nevoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625865977317993522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a névoa&lt;br /&gt;meus pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;se perdem...&lt;br /&gt;Perdido, a procura &lt;br /&gt;de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão chega,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é uma solidão aceitável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento enxergar além,&lt;br /&gt;Mas me vejo perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento enxergar em meu ser&lt;br /&gt;a essência.&lt;br /&gt;Continuar, caminhando.&lt;br /&gt;Um passo de cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os atos daqueles que nos&lt;br /&gt;magoaram se perdem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas resta esperar,&lt;br /&gt;a névoa decipar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros dias virão&lt;br /&gt;serão claros e cheios de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-6598392268742158189?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/6598392268742158189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/07/nevoa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6598392268742158189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6598392268742158189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/07/nevoa.html' title='Nevoa'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-wUCt8-XWPew/ThMXTJv-rDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Jrn1W1L70ek/s72-c/nevoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1163415604991606977</id><published>2011-06-16T01:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T01:09:41.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexistente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbm-74MME-s/TfmB_Q6dxHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0wqIOKWX_FI/s1600/Sorriso%2Binocente%2B%252836%2529%255B3%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbm-74MME-s/TfmB_Q6dxHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0wqIOKWX_FI/s320/Sorriso%2Binocente%2B%252836%2529%255B3%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618664933993333874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente observo...&lt;br /&gt;Todos a minha volta.&lt;br /&gt;Todos com suas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;preocupações e ocupando&lt;br /&gt;suas mentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas vozes ecoando,&lt;br /&gt;seus gestos,atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vago como um ser inexistente,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando sentindo a loucura,&lt;br /&gt;das pessoas em suas vidas&lt;br /&gt;corridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos procuram Amor,&lt;br /&gt;essência, carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Gestos que dêem vontade&lt;br /&gt;de ver o mundo mais Belo.&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário da dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém a esperança &lt;br /&gt;de um mundo melhor,&lt;br /&gt;reside em poucos.&lt;br /&gt;Um simples sorriso de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um casal de namorados discutindo &lt;br /&gt;por bobeiras do amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o ser inexistente, procura...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir para que a vida devolva a&lt;br /&gt;Beleza de existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1163415604991606977?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1163415604991606977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/06/inexistente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1163415604991606977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1163415604991606977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/06/inexistente.html' title='Inexistente'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-rbm-74MME-s/TfmB_Q6dxHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0wqIOKWX_FI/s72-c/Sorriso%2Binocente%2B%252836%2529%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2626556311537951289</id><published>2011-05-17T06:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T06:30:01.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MaIRkkVtno0/TdJAFKsMEfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E0uu8gw4nls/s1600/Pensamentos%2BPerturbadores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MaIRkkVtno0/TdJAFKsMEfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E0uu8gw4nls/s320/Pensamentos%2BPerturbadores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607614943542907378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo de súbito&lt;br /&gt;na madrugada gelada,&lt;br /&gt;passa pelos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;todo um passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os amores que pela minha vida &lt;br /&gt;se passou,que nem ao menos&lt;br /&gt;souberam que eu os amei.&lt;br /&gt;As escolhas erradas.&lt;br /&gt;A vida que poderia ter vivido&lt;br /&gt;e não vivi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sono se perde em meio a &lt;br /&gt;tantos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio diante de si.&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma vida toda pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda existe tempo pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma vida para viver.&lt;br /&gt;Escolha a se fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Amar de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio passa passa pelos &lt;br /&gt;pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Começo a imaginar a vida&lt;br /&gt;que tem a diante,as escolhas&lt;br /&gt;que devo tomar,o amores&lt;br /&gt;a quem amar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda existe o Viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2626556311537951289?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2626556311537951289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2626556311537951289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2626556311537951289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensando.html' title='Pensando'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-MaIRkkVtno0/TdJAFKsMEfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E0uu8gw4nls/s72-c/Pensamentos%2BPerturbadores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7892385307478169005</id><published>2011-05-15T16:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:19:11.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixiOP1qZV0Q/TdAnKoexTsI/AAAAAAAAATk/L_yYo3IEtgI/s1600/corra-tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixiOP1qZV0Q/TdAnKoexTsI/AAAAAAAAATk/L_yYo3IEtgI/s320/corra-tempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607024599694921410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou tão rápido&lt;br /&gt;quase não o percebi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bebes estão grandes...&lt;br /&gt;Os desenhos animados&lt;br /&gt;estão velhos,os seriados&lt;br /&gt;chegaram ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A irresponsabilidade&lt;br /&gt;de criança se foi.&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a responsabilidade&lt;br /&gt;de um adulto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsabilidade&lt;br /&gt;que todos tememos.&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto qual a dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;de aceita-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um futuro em frente&lt;br /&gt;basta encarar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;E aprender ser responsável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender o que realmente&lt;br /&gt;é amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7892385307478169005?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7892385307478169005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/05/tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7892385307478169005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7892385307478169005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/05/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-ixiOP1qZV0Q/TdAnKoexTsI/AAAAAAAAATk/L_yYo3IEtgI/s72-c/corra-tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2876508189420991622</id><published>2011-04-17T19:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:41:06.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGTOh0EVWCI/TatsYkEdy8I/AAAAAAAAATc/CH3QJNpeZJQ/s1600/sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGTOh0EVWCI/TatsYkEdy8I/AAAAAAAAATc/CH3QJNpeZJQ/s320/sonhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596686131193039810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão corrói&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos distantes...&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo o mundo dos homens,&lt;br /&gt;esquecendo sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrificando para proteção.&lt;br /&gt;contra o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;contra a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;sonhos indo embora.&lt;br /&gt;vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me escondo dentro de muralhas&lt;br /&gt;tentando não contaminar&lt;br /&gt;o meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Que esquece de lutar pelos&lt;br /&gt;sonhos,amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correndo contra o tempo&lt;br /&gt;as fotografias são provas&lt;br /&gt;que ele não para...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hoje já é ontem&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã já é passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2876508189420991622?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2876508189420991622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/04/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2876508189420991622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2876508189420991622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/04/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-pGTOh0EVWCI/TatsYkEdy8I/AAAAAAAAATc/CH3QJNpeZJQ/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2641212665085211694</id><published>2011-04-16T22:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:59:57.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvwVMtKnEX4/TapCW3C1n8I/AAAAAAAAATU/bCQILwRCck8/s1600/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvwVMtKnEX4/TapCW3C1n8I/AAAAAAAAATU/bCQILwRCck8/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596358447461670850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto&lt;br /&gt;o porque, observar &lt;br /&gt;o céu nublado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Céu sem cruzeiro,&lt;br /&gt;como irei encontrar&lt;br /&gt;seu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico observando a noite&lt;br /&gt;a procura do vento,das estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Procurando...&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deparo com a solidão&lt;br /&gt;sussurrando em meu ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Falando que é amante dos solitários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o vento,trás seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;dando sentindo&lt;br /&gt;A saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2641212665085211694?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2641212665085211694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/04/vento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2641212665085211694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2641212665085211694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/04/vento.html' title='Vento'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-cvwVMtKnEX4/TapCW3C1n8I/AAAAAAAAATU/bCQILwRCck8/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4450904702927354795</id><published>2011-04-09T00:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:27:25.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xar7i1TqJVE/TZ_SE4P8cTI/AAAAAAAAASk/L4u7zN7PxCY/s1600/35644214_20e36da22d3%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xar7i1TqJVE/TZ_SE4P8cTI/AAAAAAAAASk/L4u7zN7PxCY/s320/35644214_20e36da22d3%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593420243478016306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será a natureza do homem&lt;br /&gt;falar de morte e não do sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Natureza do homem,ser racional&lt;br /&gt;Que pouco age com a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questiono, se ser  racional&lt;br /&gt;é ser frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se razão é não querer&lt;br /&gt;sofrer,não lamentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razão é pensar,&lt;br /&gt;pensar no amanhã que virá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pensar lembra&lt;br /&gt;a falta que tu faz.&lt;br /&gt;Então de razão encho&lt;br /&gt;a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Para não sentir  falta...&lt;br /&gt;de viver a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;para não ver a verdade,&lt;br /&gt;para ocultar sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar a razão &lt;br /&gt;Ser guiada pelo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4450904702927354795?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4450904702927354795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/04/razao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4450904702927354795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4450904702927354795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/04/razao.html' title='Razão'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-Xar7i1TqJVE/TZ_SE4P8cTI/AAAAAAAAASk/L4u7zN7PxCY/s72-c/35644214_20e36da22d3%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5931324741214247844</id><published>2011-03-24T09:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:53:32.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_GLra_e-My8/TYs-wS9b1kI/AAAAAAAAASc/grogp8IGo3M/s1600/VAZIO_%257E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_GLra_e-My8/TYs-wS9b1kI/AAAAAAAAASc/grogp8IGo3M/s320/VAZIO_%257E1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587628762127390274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questionamentos&lt;br /&gt;retornando aos meus &lt;br /&gt;pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas ressurgem,&lt;br /&gt;sem respostas sobre a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o mundos dos homens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido em um abismo&lt;br /&gt;dentro da alma&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;Nada faço no mundo dos homens,&lt;br /&gt;a não ser pensar na vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é a única esperança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver para não compreender,mas&lt;br /&gt;Amar para preencher o vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5931324741214247844?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5931324741214247844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/03/abismo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5931324741214247844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5931324741214247844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/03/abismo.html' title='Vazio'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-_GLra_e-My8/TYs-wS9b1kI/AAAAAAAAASc/grogp8IGo3M/s72-c/VAZIO_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4160911825980056431</id><published>2011-03-11T01:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:26:11.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiL0dniSOAQ/TXmkWJk3weI/AAAAAAAAASU/9WAlsF0DfQI/s1600/nossa-vida-sexual-esfriou-31-172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiL0dniSOAQ/TXmkWJk3weI/AAAAAAAAASU/9WAlsF0DfQI/s320/nossa-vida-sexual-esfriou-31-172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582673913537085922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encarar a vida como ela é.&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;realmente corre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar&lt;br /&gt;que o passado é passado,&lt;br /&gt;guardar as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;a portas acorrentadas.&lt;br /&gt;para quem sabe um dia&lt;br /&gt;querer resgatá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a perdoar&lt;br /&gt;não apenas a si mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem fez parte&lt;br /&gt;de nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrir bem os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e viver...&lt;br /&gt;Amar loucamente &lt;br /&gt;a pessoa amada&lt;br /&gt;e simplesmente ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4160911825980056431?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiL0dniSOAQ/TXmkWJk3weI/AAAAAAAAASU/9WAlsF0DfQI/s72-c/nossa-vida-sexual-esfriou-31-172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8904705418624562651</id><published>2011-03-09T01:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:10:02.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGVrLc3kAW4/TXb9kqOcjfI/AAAAAAAAASM/-Zu7uFShLBg/s1600/Solidao-Fatima-Irene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RGVrLc3kAW4/TXb9kqOcjfI/AAAAAAAAASM/-Zu7uFShLBg/s320/Solidao-Fatima-Irene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581927594424307186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio do nada,&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio da noite nublada&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas escondidas,&lt;br /&gt;mais belas do que comum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento gelado &lt;br /&gt;penetrando a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Que vagueia na solidão,&lt;br /&gt;fria da noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos vem e outros se vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão insiste em fazer &lt;br /&gt;companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é seus braços &lt;br /&gt;que desejo todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existem mais estrelas&lt;br /&gt;a Lua já escondida &lt;br /&gt;apenas a escuridão e o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;da fria solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8904705418624562651?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8904705418624562651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/03/noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8904705418624562651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8904705418624562651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/03/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/-RGVrLc3kAW4/TXb9kqOcjfI/AAAAAAAAASM/-Zu7uFShLBg/s72-c/Solidao-Fatima-Irene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1693580106283627514</id><published>2011-02-08T13:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:48:41.471-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuvens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TVFlzcLlCuI/AAAAAAAAASE/jPp8Cfk-CMM/s1600/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TVFlzcLlCuI/AAAAAAAAASE/jPp8Cfk-CMM/s320/vento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571346148446505698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens correm &lt;br /&gt;pelo céu...&lt;br /&gt;Carregando meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;até você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento trás o seu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva cai com o gosto&lt;br /&gt;da sua pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansiando a minha sede pelo&lt;br /&gt;seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade cresce em meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo terei seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;em meus braços,sua boca&lt;br /&gt;em meus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o vento&lt;br /&gt;em nossas peles.&lt;br /&gt;Então a chuva,será apenas&lt;br /&gt;chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1693580106283627514?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1693580106283627514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/02/nuvens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8619381977762213905</id><published>2011-01-30T01:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:59:07.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TUTZl149yPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pISQBYpVtv4/s1600/BXK16049_flor-de-vento800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TUTZl149yPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pISQBYpVtv4/s320/BXK16049_flor-de-vento800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567814283481172210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o vento&lt;br /&gt;a vida passando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observar as formas&lt;br /&gt;que ela se manisfesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma mãe&lt;br /&gt;dando a mão a seus &lt;br /&gt;filhos a atravessarem &lt;br /&gt;a rua,&lt;br /&gt;à outra dizendo que não&lt;br /&gt;nasceu para ser mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do mendigo de passos lentos&lt;br /&gt;ao bêbado caido na vala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte não tem mais&lt;br /&gt;rosto de má&lt;br /&gt;e sim de existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então abro os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e a vejo como ninguém&lt;br /&gt;mais a vê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão passa a ser&lt;br /&gt;uma escolha e não mais&lt;br /&gt;a tortura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8619381977762213905?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8619381977762213905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/01/vento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8619381977762213905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8619381977762213905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/01/vento.html' title='Vento'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TUTZl149yPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/pISQBYpVtv4/s72-c/BXK16049_flor-de-vento800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5872344484613125832</id><published>2011-01-02T00:35:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:46:15.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TR_l74JAC7I/AAAAAAAAARw/Y2J-9CdrNi4/s1600/caminhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TR_l74JAC7I/AAAAAAAAARw/Y2J-9CdrNi4/s320/caminhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557413282043661234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acalmar&lt;br /&gt;este coração que &lt;br /&gt;carrega angústia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acalmar está&lt;br /&gt;alma pensante&lt;br /&gt;Que deseja apenas&lt;br /&gt;carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma de velho&lt;br /&gt;coração de jovem.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos em mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se pensa em&lt;br /&gt;escuridão, morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora compreendo &lt;br /&gt;parte da vida,mas não &lt;br /&gt;toda ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescer, caminhar &lt;br /&gt;com as próprias pernas&lt;br /&gt;criar os próprios caminhos&lt;br /&gt;crescer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enxergar adiante&lt;br /&gt;e ter capacidade de viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar no próximo...&lt;br /&gt;mas antes acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que tudo pode ser mudado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5872344484613125832?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5872344484613125832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/01/caminhar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5872344484613125832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5872344484613125832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2011/01/caminhar.html' title='Caminhar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TR_l74JAC7I/AAAAAAAAARw/Y2J-9CdrNi4/s72-c/caminhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8863453616909674808</id><published>2010-12-26T01:41:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:07:24.308-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TRa5dCX4iiI/AAAAAAAAARc/xMGR2oLE-J4/s1600/chuva-casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TRa5dCX4iiI/AAAAAAAAARc/xMGR2oLE-J4/s320/chuva-casal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554831098912475682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordado&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão da noite&lt;br /&gt;Escutando o cair da chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pego a imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele macia e quente,&lt;br /&gt;Protegida em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios de encontro&lt;br /&gt;ao meus, umedecendo&lt;br /&gt;esta boca seca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz aumentando&lt;br /&gt;os batimentos&lt;br /&gt;Em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo, colado ao meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;percorrendo as&lt;br /&gt;belas curvas do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sussurro contra o vento&lt;br /&gt;o teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de te-la&lt;br /&gt;ao meu lado, nesta noite&lt;br /&gt;chuvosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8863453616909674808?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8863453616909674808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/12/imaginando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8863453616909674808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8863453616909674808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/12/imaginando.html' title='Imaginando'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TRa5dCX4iiI/AAAAAAAAARc/xMGR2oLE-J4/s72-c/chuva-casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2512932810591354689</id><published>2010-12-25T03:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T03:56:07.099-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TRWHaZeq_oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SNx1aX5kib8/s1600/cegueira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TRWHaZeq_oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SNx1aX5kib8/s320/cegueira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554494603017256578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um sonhador,&lt;br /&gt;guardei meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;em uma gaveta para&lt;br /&gt;viver a realidade dos homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;abro a gaveta de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e me pergunto &lt;br /&gt;onde estão meus sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade nos transforma,&lt;br /&gt;trouxe a maturidade a alma&lt;br /&gt;de um jovem sonhador,&lt;br /&gt;que agora sonha com o real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos não mais &lt;br /&gt;escondidos estão,mas&lt;br /&gt;em volta da vida catastrófica&lt;br /&gt;se escondem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta abrir os olhos &lt;br /&gt;e enxergar a realidade&lt;br /&gt;e nela tornar sonhos em realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2512932810591354689?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2512932810591354689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/12/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2512932810591354689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2512932810591354689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/12/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TRWHaZeq_oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SNx1aX5kib8/s72-c/cegueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7603850895338734391</id><published>2010-11-17T23:12:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:07:47.308-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TOR9n6_VcwI/AAAAAAAAARE/PTGBW1ck9xE/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o%252Bmudo%252BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TOR9n6_VcwI/AAAAAAAAARE/PTGBW1ck9xE/s320/abra%25C3%25A7o%252Bmudo%252BI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540691566375826178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não basta contar&lt;br /&gt;as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Para ter noção&lt;br /&gt;de quão grande&lt;br /&gt;é meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que adianta&lt;br /&gt;admirar a Lua&lt;br /&gt;se são seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;o meu vício &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;não basta&lt;br /&gt;se é a sua voz&lt;br /&gt;que me conforta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que adianta&lt;br /&gt;se perder no infinito&lt;br /&gt;céu azul&lt;br /&gt;se é em sua pele&lt;br /&gt;que meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Desejam se perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sua boca &lt;br /&gt;esquecer que existo&lt;br /&gt;E em suas curvas&lt;br /&gt;moldar a beleza&lt;br /&gt;do meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7603850895338734391?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7603850895338734391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/11/amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7603850895338734391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7603850895338734391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/11/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TOR9n6_VcwI/AAAAAAAAARE/PTGBW1ck9xE/s72-c/abra%25C3%25A7o%252Bmudo%252BI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2710730366569428444</id><published>2010-11-12T00:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:39:19.902-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TNyoqbSp5-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/u1mSCMEMMnc/s1600/acordar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TNyoqbSp5-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/u1mSCMEMMnc/s320/acordar1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538487088592840674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paraliso-me diante&lt;br /&gt;de um corpo pensante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar dói,trás angústia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentar aceitar a vida&lt;br /&gt;como ela é.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desistir,mas sempre errando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver esperando&lt;br /&gt;A tão sonhada felicidade&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais a procuro&lt;br /&gt;mais distante fica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso viver e não pensar&lt;br /&gt;É necessário fazer acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não pensar&lt;br /&gt;como acertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a corda bamba da vida&lt;br /&gt;não encontro equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;Acabo me deparando com o abismo&lt;br /&gt;da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso acordar!&lt;br /&gt;Sair dessa vida de sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2710730366569428444?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2710730366569428444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/11/acordar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2710730366569428444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2710730366569428444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/11/acordar.html' title='Acordar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TNyoqbSp5-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/u1mSCMEMMnc/s72-c/acordar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5790415881606960292</id><published>2010-11-11T11:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:32:13.294-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TNvv-WysvdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_3ZZO6yEoKs/s1600/velhice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TNvv-WysvdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_3ZZO6yEoKs/s320/velhice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538284021331312082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de mudar.&lt;br /&gt;de pensar na vida&lt;br /&gt;de tomar atitudes corretas&lt;br /&gt;ser mais maturo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar lentamente&lt;br /&gt;o tempo que corre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que não perdoa&lt;br /&gt;as rugas,a branquice &lt;br /&gt;da velhice, vão chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças da antiga&lt;br /&gt;infância,saudades&lt;br /&gt;do tempo que se foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tempo de viver&lt;br /&gt;e não de cometer os mesmo&lt;br /&gt;erros,outros quem sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar como jamais se amou&lt;br /&gt;sem ter medo de errar,sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;apenas tentar ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5790415881606960292?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5790415881606960292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5790415881606960292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5790415881606960292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-tempo.html' title='É Tempo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TNvv-WysvdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_3ZZO6yEoKs/s72-c/velhice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5194131655601793558</id><published>2010-10-24T01:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T01:27:07.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TMOnXaf7P7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/sCdR3Ff7TuU/s1600/DSC_9196A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TMOnXaf7P7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/sCdR3Ff7TuU/s320/DSC_9196A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531448788033159090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho por estradas&lt;br /&gt;desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;a medida que o tempo passa,&lt;br /&gt;sonhos se tornam distantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;força para caminhar&lt;br /&gt;por vales desconhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;O temor do sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;a angústia da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um passado rodeando &lt;br /&gt;o presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medida que o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;compreendo a vida&lt;br /&gt;mas não à solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O temor de fraquejar&lt;br /&gt;por desconhecer&lt;br /&gt;quem realmente fui e sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5194131655601793558?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5194131655601793558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/10/desconhecido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5194131655601793558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5194131655601793558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/10/desconhecido.html' title='Desconhecido'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TMOnXaf7P7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/sCdR3Ff7TuU/s72-c/DSC_9196A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4106161583418826809</id><published>2010-10-24T01:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T01:11:23.742-02:00</updated><title type='text'>temor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TMOjywTG-VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dfV5Qv_VrQk/s1600/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TMOjywTG-VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dfV5Qv_VrQk/s320/2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531444859694938450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo vazio&lt;br /&gt;sem rumo, sem direção,&lt;br /&gt;sem amores.&lt;br /&gt;Os poucos sonhos que existiam&lt;br /&gt;se foram junto com a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão tomando conta&lt;br /&gt;de uma alma solitária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos tristes&lt;br /&gt;de quem nunca viveu.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e não ver a realidade&lt;br /&gt;de um mundo cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos por &lt;br /&gt;temer sonhar e acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4106161583418826809?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4106161583418826809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/10/temor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4106161583418826809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TLfOT2yjIvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i6FfHnz0rYM/s1600/luz_escuridao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TLfOT2yjIvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i6FfHnz0rYM/s320/luz_escuridao.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528113908140942066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na calada da noite&lt;br /&gt;sombria e angustiante&lt;br /&gt;O frio do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;congelando a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza e a morte&lt;br /&gt;seguem meus passos&lt;br /&gt;e sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho por abismos&lt;br /&gt;de lua avermelhada&lt;br /&gt;de lobos anunciando&lt;br /&gt;a chegada da morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De encontro com à alma&lt;br /&gt;encontro meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;apodrecendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma perdida que vaga&lt;br /&gt;nos vales da morte&lt;br /&gt;na sóbria tristeza&lt;br /&gt;da eterna solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1085963493415648784?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1085963493415648784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/10/noite-fria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1085963493415648784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1085963493415648784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TLfMBku_TSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uEBqmYvyNDA/s1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TLfMBku_TSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uEBqmYvyNDA/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528111395033271586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho por estradas&lt;br /&gt;desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;Mas além o&lt;br /&gt;Horizonte da esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento trazendo &lt;br /&gt;seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;é seu corpo que&lt;br /&gt;minha alma deseja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De encontro&lt;br /&gt;com o infinito&lt;br /&gt;dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Nele esqueço &lt;br /&gt;do mundo e quem sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sua pele &lt;br /&gt;macia e quente&lt;br /&gt;tocando lentamente&lt;br /&gt;um corpo carente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua respiração ofegante&lt;br /&gt;a implorar que lhe possua&lt;br /&gt;de corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e me deparo&lt;br /&gt;com a tão só&lt;br /&gt;Solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7766597204621802478?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7766597204621802478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/10/sonhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7766597204621802478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7766597204621802478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TKlRHLITLrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bbHtLuCMlEQ/s1600/ESCURID%C3%83O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TKlRHLITLrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bbHtLuCMlEQ/s320/ESCURID%C3%83O.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524035601635159730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio finalmente&lt;br /&gt;acalma um coração&lt;br /&gt;que encontra a paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ser que procura&lt;br /&gt;a paz de espírito,&lt;br /&gt;procura a estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trancafiado dentro de si&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio da noite,&lt;br /&gt;liberta sua verdadeira face&lt;br /&gt;a essência flui à alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tão complexo para ser&lt;br /&gt;entendido&lt;br /&gt;que apenas o silêncio &lt;br /&gt;da noite compreende&lt;br /&gt;o que a escuridão esconde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade que apenas&lt;br /&gt;se sente.&lt;br /&gt;a paz chega e conforta&lt;br /&gt;a loucura da solitária noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5006824883104473541?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5006824883104473541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/10/escuridao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5006824883104473541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5006824883104473541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/10/escuridao.html' title='Escuridão'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TKlRHLITLrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bbHtLuCMlEQ/s72-c/ESCURID%C3%83O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5828656604249867325</id><published>2010-09-08T21:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:09:30.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carcaça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5828656604249867325?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5828656604249867325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/09/carcaca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5828656604249867325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5828656604249867325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/09/carcaca.html' title='Carcaça'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TIgzrPBL7lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/izMTl6PT3ic/s72-c/trancado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1990698364115644376</id><published>2010-08-15T01:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:40:06.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TGdvntorKUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/g8kSUvmszvw/s1600/noite-estrelada-88e06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TGdvntorKUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/g8kSUvmszvw/s320/noite-estrelada-88e06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505491797539498306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;sinto o sangue quente&lt;br /&gt;correr pelas veias&lt;br /&gt;coração batendo lentamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensando em como foi&lt;br /&gt;bom viver aquele tempo&lt;br /&gt;tempo que se foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite estrelada,&lt;br /&gt;espelho da alma&lt;br /&gt;me perco na imensidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vago pelas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;como vaguei por seus &lt;br /&gt;caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o vento gelado&lt;br /&gt;sussurra&lt;br /&gt;a verdade&lt;br /&gt;correr,correr&lt;br /&gt;em busca&lt;br /&gt;da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me encontro na imensidão &lt;br /&gt;estrelada&lt;br /&gt;pensando no amor&lt;br /&gt;que se foi,&lt;br /&gt;que tenho,&lt;br /&gt;que virá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silenciosa noite&lt;br /&gt;que trás saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1990698364115644376?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1990698364115644376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/08/saudades.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1990698364115644376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1990698364115644376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/08/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TGdvntorKUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/g8kSUvmszvw/s72-c/noite-estrelada-88e06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8512845731933943375</id><published>2010-08-06T11:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T06:37:44.205-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TFwfqVdSZbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rcxXvwnQb98/s1600/2891232392_84d5db6da0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TFwfqVdSZbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rcxXvwnQb98/s320/2891232392_84d5db6da0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502307656914855346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meia a passagem &lt;br /&gt;dos dias, &lt;br /&gt;observo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observo atentamente&lt;br /&gt;a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;mas o mundo &lt;br /&gt;a minha volta &lt;br /&gt;é mais interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então esqueço&lt;br /&gt;quem sou&lt;br /&gt;e apenas observo,&lt;br /&gt;o estranho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdido por um mundo&lt;br /&gt;incompreensível.&lt;br /&gt;O estranho,tão diferente&lt;br /&gt;um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me deparo com um &lt;br /&gt;estranho,mas&lt;br /&gt;este estranho,sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que não me conheço&lt;br /&gt;mas existo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8512845731933943375?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8512845731933943375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/08/estranho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8512845731933943375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8512845731933943375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/08/estranho.html' title='Estranho'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TFwfqVdSZbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rcxXvwnQb98/s72-c/2891232392_84d5db6da0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8893232266938888202</id><published>2010-08-01T11:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:37:04.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TFWGOpDiVGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zAm71YKXJUg/s1600/MiguelAlmeida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TFWGOpDiVGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zAm71YKXJUg/s320/MiguelAlmeida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500450105999905890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Em uma manhã&lt;br /&gt;triste&lt;br /&gt;de um céu azul&lt;br /&gt;belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de repente se fecha&lt;br /&gt;escurece&lt;br /&gt;assim como um coração&lt;br /&gt;que se fecha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fecha para&lt;br /&gt;o amor&lt;br /&gt;e tenta esquecer&lt;br /&gt;o belo azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;egoísta &lt;br /&gt;porque penso em &lt;br /&gt;mim&lt;br /&gt;E não no amor que se foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coração triste&lt;br /&gt;que escurece&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A chuva caí&lt;br /&gt;embaçando sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;em um triste.&lt;br /&gt;Onde o amor se foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração se fecha&lt;br /&gt;a espera do dia azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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/_9kwvpato2us/TFWGOpDiVGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zAm71YKXJUg/s72-c/MiguelAlmeida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2792672258053796114</id><published>2010-07-25T18:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:15:25.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguir em frente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TEy3XvCWJfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ohv2_7cq2EY/s1600/fugir.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TEy3XvCWJfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ohv2_7cq2EY/s320/fugir.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497970863503713778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas,&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre são &lt;br /&gt;como são,&lt;br /&gt;ou esperamos que seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fugir,mas&lt;br /&gt;fugir do que?&lt;br /&gt;da vida e suas tramas&lt;br /&gt;dos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Fugir do passado&lt;br /&gt;e correr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correr atrás&lt;br /&gt;de um futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nem sempre,&lt;br /&gt;correr ou fugir&lt;br /&gt;impede de cair&lt;br /&gt;e encarar os obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar tempo ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;mas ele passa,corre...&lt;br /&gt;Então,paro e penso.&lt;br /&gt;e sigo em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque a vida sempre,&lt;br /&gt;surpreende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2792672258053796114?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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/_9kwvpato2us/TEy3XvCWJfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Ohv2_7cq2EY/s72-c/fugir.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-634920923386861507</id><published>2010-06-20T10:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:06:05.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TB4XxVrCnXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Xq4KUiasCHw/s1600/144211898_df051ccb56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TB4XxVrCnXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Xq4KUiasCHw/s320/144211898_df051ccb56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484847532582542706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso e repenso&lt;br /&gt;Que sou,o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Os porques.&lt;br /&gt;A medida que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Passa me enquadro&lt;br /&gt;Em um ser pensante&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Louco por pensar demais&lt;br /&gt;Quem pensa pouco faz&lt;br /&gt;Mas que faz pensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filosofia de vida&lt;br /&gt;É viver um destino&lt;br /&gt;Que não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Existem apenas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então,penso e repenso&lt;br /&gt;Em quem sou e o que faço&lt;br /&gt;Para não perder o compaço&lt;br /&gt;E compreender o espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver e ver &lt;br /&gt;O sorriso de estranhos&lt;br /&gt;A alegria de desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Trazem a esperança&lt;br /&gt;De amar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-634920923386861507?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite fria&lt;br /&gt;Aprecio as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Penso no meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado delas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar dentro de &lt;br /&gt;Quatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;Na imensa escuridão&lt;br /&gt;De corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo estarei ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Logo estarei completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade corrosiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto seu cheiro na &lt;br /&gt;Noite que contemplo&lt;br /&gt;E sonho de olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;Com ti em meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2047838967078190821?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2047838967078190821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5081230004362767187</id><published>2010-06-03T20:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:19:21.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TAg4Ydo9UZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aMuwd66Mt-U/s1600/alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/TAg4Ydo9UZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aMuwd66Mt-U/s320/alma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478690939620643218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas linhas &lt;br /&gt;De velhos textos &lt;br /&gt;Me encontro&lt;br /&gt;De encontro a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto procurar ser &lt;br /&gt;Alguém &lt;br /&gt;Ainda não me encontro&lt;br /&gt;Busca pela perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Integridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo em eterna confusão&lt;br /&gt;A loucura do dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Refletindo o viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correndo contrar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;A procura do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo lhe tras&lt;br /&gt;Para perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5081230004362767187?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5081230004362767187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/06/perto.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5081230004362767187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5081230004362767187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/06/perto.html' title='Perto'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/TAg4Ydo9UZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aMuwd66Mt-U/s72-c/alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2685961836236913034</id><published>2010-05-23T08:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:24:18.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S_kQTHegJnI/AAAAAAAAANw/e_-KW_sSyN4/s1600/solitario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S_kQTHegJnI/AAAAAAAAANw/e_-KW_sSyN4/s320/solitario.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474424742656091762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo quem realmente sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo a vida&lt;br /&gt;Que não desejo&lt;br /&gt;Me congelo e apenas observando&lt;br /&gt;O mundo à volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vivo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completa loucura,&lt;br /&gt;Confusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão perseguindo&lt;br /&gt;E tomando conta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um passado voltando&lt;br /&gt;Me aprisionando cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;A porta do futuro se distanciando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A angustia crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre procurando uma saída&lt;br /&gt;E a solução de quem ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2685961836236913034?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2685961836236913034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/05/perdido.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2685961836236913034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2685961836236913034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/05/perdido.html' title='Perdido'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S_kQTHegJnI/AAAAAAAAANw/e_-KW_sSyN4/s72-c/solitario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-3440537149695083489</id><published>2010-05-02T08:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:05:05.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Afogar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S91k1e70fDI/AAAAAAAAANo/dPCDo7EV7X0/s1600/afogar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S91k1e70fDI/AAAAAAAAANo/dPCDo7EV7X0/s320/afogar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466636392697461810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afoguei tudo &lt;br /&gt;o que eu tinha de você&lt;br /&gt;foi tentando lhe esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me escondi em solidão&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca vou esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;o que passei com você.&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que doa&lt;br /&gt;só de lembrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero apenas esquecer&lt;br /&gt;lembrar dói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me escondo de você &lt;br /&gt;em mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então corro&lt;br /&gt;tentando encontrar&lt;br /&gt;a razão de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-3440537149695083489?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/3440537149695083489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/05/afogar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3440537149695083489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3440537149695083489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/05/afogar.html' title='Afogar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S91k1e70fDI/AAAAAAAAANo/dPCDo7EV7X0/s72-c/afogar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1612624075539450143</id><published>2010-04-11T19:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:08:36.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S8JITAyOsWI/AAAAAAAAANg/EGVIA6mUJR0/s1600/2537973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S8JITAyOsWI/AAAAAAAAANg/EGVIA6mUJR0/s320/2537973.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459005189791854946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir&lt;br /&gt;De olhos vendados&lt;br /&gt;Correndo por ai&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter passado&lt;br /&gt;Sem se preocupar com &lt;br /&gt;O amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir&lt;br /&gt;De tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;Até alcançar a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se restaurar&lt;br /&gt;Procurar a essência &lt;br /&gt;Da vida&lt;br /&gt;Querer viver ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correr até&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo não&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;br /&gt;E quanto mais penso&lt;br /&gt;Ele para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então corro de olhos vendados&lt;br /&gt;Para não pensar&lt;br /&gt;Porque amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Estarei contigo&lt;br /&gt;Estarei em seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1612624075539450143?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1612624075539450143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/04/fugir.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1612624075539450143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1612624075539450143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/04/fugir.html' title='Fugir'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S8JITAyOsWI/AAAAAAAAANg/EGVIA6mUJR0/s72-c/2537973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1582377457577539833</id><published>2010-04-03T23:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:40:28.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S7f8Ce922RI/AAAAAAAAANY/BUkRfUanG30/s1600/Sonho-de-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S7f8Ce922RI/AAAAAAAAANY/BUkRfUanG30/s320/Sonho-de-amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456106593185093906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de quatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;Em plena escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Deitado na cama&lt;br /&gt;Pensando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em a ter &lt;br /&gt;Em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Sentir seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Seu calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas entro em profundo &lt;br /&gt;Sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me escondo&lt;br /&gt;Em um chalé&lt;br /&gt;Em dia nublado&lt;br /&gt;Tocando seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Me afogando em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então acordo&lt;br /&gt;De um lindo sonho&lt;br /&gt;E me deparo com&lt;br /&gt;A vida sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1582377457577539833?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1582377457577539833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1582377457577539833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1582377457577539833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S7f8Ce922RI/AAAAAAAAANY/BUkRfUanG30/s72-c/Sonho-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-6238959696396531502</id><published>2010-03-28T20:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:56:18.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apagando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S6_rGUjH3VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZBiVYWSi09k/s1600/vela20apagada2010-2-061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S6_rGUjH3VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZBiVYWSi09k/s320/vela20apagada2010-2-061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453836167596727634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apagando um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia foi eterno&lt;br /&gt;Apagando as recordações&lt;br /&gt;Excluindo as fotos,&lt;br /&gt;Afogando alianças &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar para traz o passado&lt;br /&gt;Que não volta&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças boas &lt;br /&gt;Permaneceram&lt;br /&gt;Mas minhas angústias&lt;br /&gt;E decepções&lt;br /&gt;Apagadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente não &lt;br /&gt;Existem mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor,tolice&lt;br /&gt;Dos românticos&lt;br /&gt;e ficção dos poetas&lt;br /&gt;compreender&lt;br /&gt;a vida e saber amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigos&lt;br /&gt;são eternos mas &lt;br /&gt;amores são para&lt;br /&gt;se esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-6238959696396531502?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/6238959696396531502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/03/apagando.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6238959696396531502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6238959696396531502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/03/apagando.html' title='Apagando'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S6_rGUjH3VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZBiVYWSi09k/s72-c/vela20apagada2010-2-061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7004885851681528060</id><published>2010-03-27T09:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:28:03.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S635zvnhmWI/AAAAAAAAANI/pbYsfRbCwpM/s1600/borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S635zvnhmWI/AAAAAAAAANI/pbYsfRbCwpM/s320/borboleta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453289391166429538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é estranha&lt;br /&gt;Com seus mistérios&lt;br /&gt;Mas boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos dia após dia&lt;br /&gt;Na correria monótona&lt;br /&gt;Que se reparar ao certo&lt;br /&gt;Um dia é diferente do outro&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas novas surgem velhas&lt;br /&gt;Vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais louco que seja&lt;br /&gt;Há uma harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Nos tempos modernos&lt;br /&gt;Uma ciclo que se recicla &lt;br /&gt;A cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou parado&lt;br /&gt;Não vivo o ciclo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas observo&lt;br /&gt;A loucura dos que vivem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7004885851681528060?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7004885851681528060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/03/ciclo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7004885851681528060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7004885851681528060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/03/ciclo.html' title='Ciclo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S635zvnhmWI/AAAAAAAAANI/pbYsfRbCwpM/s72-c/borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2495733018039610247</id><published>2010-02-27T20:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:59:46.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S4mxzvQ7GwI/AAAAAAAAANA/flDbGwgT5mM/s1600-h/utopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S4mxzvQ7GwI/AAAAAAAAANA/flDbGwgT5mM/s320/utopia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443077127072848642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho perdido&lt;br /&gt;Olho a minha &lt;br /&gt;Volta e nada compreendo&lt;br /&gt;De repente não compreendo&lt;br /&gt;A mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;E paralisa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mente vazia&lt;br /&gt;E os passos levando &lt;br /&gt;A algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo de um transe&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto&lt;br /&gt;Onde está meu rumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho o passado&lt;br /&gt;Tentando reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu rumo está&lt;br /&gt;Nas escolhas futuras&lt;br /&gt;No amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Imprevisível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2495733018039610247?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2495733018039610247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/02/vagar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2495733018039610247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2495733018039610247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/02/vagar.html' title='Vagar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S4mxzvQ7GwI/AAAAAAAAANA/flDbGwgT5mM/s72-c/utopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4269427829514744094</id><published>2010-02-12T22:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:46:38.351-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S3X176bPO2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3pMe8x_ZG6k/s1600-h/essencia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S3X176bPO2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3pMe8x_ZG6k/s320/essencia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437522534764329826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deparo&lt;br /&gt;Olhando no fundo &lt;br /&gt;Dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Diante do reflexo do&lt;br /&gt;Espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questiono o certo&lt;br /&gt;E o errado&lt;br /&gt;E quem realmente sou,&lt;br /&gt;O que serei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro a verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Essência &lt;br /&gt;A minha e das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Deparo com o estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Sem essência,calma,sem nada&lt;br /&gt;logo entristeço&lt;br /&gt;pois a alegria é ver o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;do estranho a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;E apenas observar os "porques"&lt;br /&gt;que é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4269427829514744094?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4269427829514744094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/02/essencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4269427829514744094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4269427829514744094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/02/essencia.html' title='Essência'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S3X176bPO2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3pMe8x_ZG6k/s72-c/essencia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2468165629438975317</id><published>2010-01-24T17:23:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:33:18.079-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos fechados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S1yfuhty9jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/So4_qe8vxgk/s1600-h/Olhos-vermelhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S1yfuhty9jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/So4_qe8vxgk/s320/Olhos-vermelhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430390872375227954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Se conflitão com a realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade destruindo&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas sonhos são eternos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não tem sentido &lt;br /&gt;Sem o sofrer,dor&lt;br /&gt;Então não cresço com a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim com a dor&lt;br /&gt;Na solidão me compreendo &lt;br /&gt;E cresço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão fujo&lt;br /&gt;De mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tantos que enlouqueço&lt;br /&gt;Pois não compreendo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo e nem os porquês&lt;br /&gt;Sem respostas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos e vivo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Dos homens&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando os fecho vivo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo dos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;A eterna tortura&lt;br /&gt;De errar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me escondo procurando a &lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;De um dia entender&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2468165629438975317?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2468165629438975317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/olhos-fechados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2468165629438975317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2468165629438975317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/olhos-fechados.html' title='Olhos fechados'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S1yfuhty9jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/So4_qe8vxgk/s72-c/Olhos-vermelhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4007272967219305258</id><published>2010-01-17T03:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:30:18.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S1KgZYagG4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/e7B-mOWlo5s/s1600-h/chuva-na-janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S1KgZYagG4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/e7B-mOWlo5s/s320/chuva-na-janela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427576858845649794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite &lt;br /&gt;Olho o céu &lt;br /&gt;A chuva cai molhando&lt;br /&gt;Meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Para na ver&lt;br /&gt;A realidade da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento &lt;br /&gt;A angústia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A revolta &lt;br /&gt;Toma conta dos&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Revolta com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Com todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;E nada fazer&lt;br /&gt;Corrói integridade&lt;br /&gt;Do ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Que trás a destruição&lt;br /&gt;Não do próximo&lt;br /&gt;Mas a si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4007272967219305258?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4007272967219305258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/revolta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4007272967219305258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4007272967219305258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/revolta.html' title='Revolta'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S1KgZYagG4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/e7B-mOWlo5s/s72-c/chuva-na-janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-904224731338387391</id><published>2010-01-16T14:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:20:49.875-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S1HnKB6wSNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hHs7DxleqO0/s1600-h/VIda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S1HnKB6wSNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hHs7DxleqO0/s320/VIda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427373185457735890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloco meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Para fora&lt;br /&gt;Com eles a angustia&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Por não compreender &lt;br /&gt;O que realmente sou&lt;br /&gt;E o que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo vivo de olhos&lt;br /&gt;Bem abertos&lt;br /&gt;Observando ao redor&lt;br /&gt;A vida e quem dela faz parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me revolto e ao mesmo &lt;br /&gt;Tempo me emociono&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida prega peça &lt;br /&gt;Nela mesma&lt;br /&gt;Até o ponto de não&lt;br /&gt;Existir mais vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não olho o passado&lt;br /&gt;Nem penso no presente&lt;br /&gt;Pois estou perdendo o &lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;E a vida se passa&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta olhar a vida&lt;br /&gt;E sorrir para ela&lt;br /&gt;Que a alegria chegara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-904224731338387391?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/904224731338387391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/904224731338387391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/904224731338387391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida.html' title='A vida'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S1HnKB6wSNI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hHs7DxleqO0/s72-c/VIda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8095037405084515390</id><published>2010-01-09T01:36:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:34:18.814-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pertencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S0f8FJe7xFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_hYir-w9DhY/s1600-h/silhueta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/S0f8FJe7xFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_hYir-w9DhY/s320/silhueta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424581441566262354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu destino&lt;br /&gt;É não ter destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida &lt;br /&gt;É não viver &lt;br /&gt;Sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho e penso.&lt;br /&gt;Não pertencer a lugar&lt;br /&gt;Algum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ando&lt;br /&gt;Tentando entender&lt;br /&gt;Qual a razão&lt;br /&gt;Entre nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8095037405084515390?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8095037405084515390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/pertencer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8095037405084515390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8095037405084515390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/pertencer.html' title='Pertencer'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/S0f8FJe7xFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_hYir-w9DhY/s72-c/silhueta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7819525569606241924</id><published>2010-01-02T01:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:08:38.546-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sz7GsoA9ZJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oATCVfx0C5Q/s1600-h/Dois+amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sz7GsoA9ZJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oATCVfx0C5Q/s320/Dois+amantes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421989471358641298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite fria e triste&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheiro suave&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo paz.&lt;br /&gt;Tão bela,meiga&lt;br /&gt;Conforta um coração aflito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas  desejo&lt;br /&gt;A ter em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sua pele.&lt;br /&gt;Me esconder do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Possuir sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer de mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijar seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;E nele congelar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Apreciar tão grande&lt;br /&gt;Beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Escutar sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Que sincroniza a&lt;br /&gt;Os batimentos do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for necessário &lt;br /&gt;Ficar de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Para lhe ter.&lt;br /&gt;Morrerei cego&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca esquecerei de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7819525569606241924?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7819525569606241924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/ternura.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7819525569606241924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7819525569606241924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2010/01/ternura.html' title='Ternura'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sz7GsoA9ZJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oATCVfx0C5Q/s72-c/Dois+amantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1106437456974319285</id><published>2009-12-27T18:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:54:04.802-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SzfIsgTjv_I/AAAAAAAAALw/hANaybuhi5E/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SzfIsgTjv_I/AAAAAAAAALw/hANaybuhi5E/s320/silencio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420021343475449842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Me oculto&lt;br /&gt;Longe de tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas meus pensamentos &lt;br /&gt;Corroendo minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que sofre calada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Que cada dia se torna imprevisível&lt;br /&gt;Uma dia diferente do outro&lt;br /&gt;Logo em seguida&lt;br /&gt;Passaram se meses e anos&lt;br /&gt;E aqui retorno&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E apenas a solidão como&lt;br /&gt;Companheira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E vivo&lt;br /&gt;A vida dos homens&lt;br /&gt;E encaro o viver.&lt;br /&gt;O enigma da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver com o coração &lt;br /&gt;Trancado para&lt;br /&gt;Não ser machucado&lt;br /&gt;E se tornar forte&lt;br /&gt;Para encarar o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;De viver só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1106437456974319285?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1106437456974319285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/12/silencio.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1106437456974319285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1106437456974319285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/12/silencio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SzfIsgTjv_I/AAAAAAAAALw/hANaybuhi5E/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-3451928243167614097</id><published>2009-12-21T20:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:57:23.975-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sy_9Q6Y97JI/AAAAAAAAALo/72EpZkLU_b0/s1600-h/futuro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sy_9Q6Y97JI/AAAAAAAAALo/72EpZkLU_b0/s320/futuro2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417827343743708306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro me aguarda&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem me espera?&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos e mais pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado deve ser apagado&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais se pensa&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele vive&lt;br /&gt;Atormentando&lt;br /&gt;machucando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levantar a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;secar as lágrimas secas&lt;br /&gt;e seguir adiante.&lt;br /&gt;Logo a frente algo,&lt;br /&gt;Espera&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tormento é esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então nas linhas da vida&lt;br /&gt;Vivo&lt;br /&gt;Pensando e esquecendo&lt;br /&gt;O que me espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-3451928243167614097?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/3451928243167614097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/12/futuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3451928243167614097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3451928243167614097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/12/futuro.html' title='Futuro'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sy_9Q6Y97JI/AAAAAAAAALo/72EpZkLU_b0/s72-c/futuro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2257695295539144450</id><published>2009-12-15T21:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:59:27.755-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrenalina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sygi1w8lkII/AAAAAAAAALg/XeKY71Cl5Ew/s1600-h/dark-light01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sygi1w8lkII/AAAAAAAAALg/XeKY71Cl5Ew/s320/dark-light01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415616858980454530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o céu,&lt;br /&gt;De um azul múltiplos&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio invade&lt;br /&gt;A alma&lt;br /&gt;Que se apaga,&lt;br /&gt;Revela personalidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrenalina pulsando &lt;br /&gt;Em minhas veias&lt;br /&gt;Os batimentos acelerados&lt;br /&gt;A dor querendo chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão tomando conta&lt;br /&gt;Do nada&lt;br /&gt;Pois o nada está a procura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão que se ilude&lt;br /&gt;O frio chegando&lt;br /&gt;Coração não bate.&lt;br /&gt;Petrificado está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sons se distorcem&lt;br /&gt;Aumentando a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Que se agita&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a única paz&lt;br /&gt;A alma de um &lt;br /&gt;Pensador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2257695295539144450?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2257695295539144450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/12/adrenalina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2257695295539144450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2257695295539144450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/12/adrenalina.html' title='Adrenalina'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sygi1w8lkII/AAAAAAAAALg/XeKY71Cl5Ew/s72-c/dark-light01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4881638244379552297</id><published>2009-11-14T01:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:55:12.848-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Companhia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sv4qG8Vxs8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/YgiNSX5YdPw/s1600-h/8844solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sv4qG8Vxs8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/YgiNSX5YdPw/s320/8844solidao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403802901656220610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavar a alma&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca&lt;br /&gt;Tem calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar para&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Viver para não&lt;br /&gt;Pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar pela&lt;br /&gt;Noite&lt;br /&gt;Vagar pela escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Procurando&lt;br /&gt;Solucionar a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espera do sol&lt;br /&gt;A procura da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não vive&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Então a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4881638244379552297?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sv4qG8Vxs8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/YgiNSX5YdPw/s72-c/8844solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8843684921193532603</id><published>2009-11-02T17:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:39:55.264-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Temor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Su8wFoBW0xI/AAAAAAAAALI/uX1Zbx6Rm0I/s1600-h/gotadguafu8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Su8wFoBW0xI/AAAAAAAAALI/uX1Zbx6Rm0I/s320/gotadguafu8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399587351441101586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo&lt;br /&gt;Mas temo a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Pois temo o que posso me tornar&lt;br /&gt;De tanto pensar&lt;br /&gt;Já nem lembro se tive&lt;br /&gt;Passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O temor do presente&lt;br /&gt;Temo o que serei&lt;br /&gt;Pois não gosto do que me tornei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei quem realmente sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vivo&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia,momento,&lt;br /&gt;Reflito&lt;br /&gt;Pois refletir clareia &lt;br /&gt;A alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca tem &lt;br /&gt;Calma&lt;br /&gt;Pois vive em mundo&lt;br /&gt;De estranhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8843684921193532603?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8843684921193532603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/11/temor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8843684921193532603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8843684921193532603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/11/temor.html' title='Temor'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Su8wFoBW0xI/AAAAAAAAALI/uX1Zbx6Rm0I/s72-c/gotadguafu8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2428995543410407290</id><published>2009-10-24T11:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:46:39.553-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SuMFN-MXe0I/AAAAAAAAALA/BPoU5Gw2EZ4/s1600-h/pensar-agir-210108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SuMFN-MXe0I/AAAAAAAAALA/BPoU5Gw2EZ4/s320/pensar-agir-210108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396162516111293250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao certo&lt;br /&gt;Os porquês desta vida&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de porem&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cada momento é único&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passado nos corrompe&lt;br /&gt;Porem o futuro nos ilude&lt;br /&gt;O presente nos engana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego a angústia &lt;br /&gt;Em minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Não compreendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os dois mundos&lt;br /&gt;O belo e o feio&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas conheci o &lt;br /&gt;Inicio, porem o fim&lt;br /&gt;Não o conheço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábio daquele que compreende&lt;br /&gt;O mundo e não pensa &lt;br /&gt;A arte de pensar nos corrompe&lt;br /&gt;Porque não somos perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre procuramos &lt;br /&gt;Respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2428995543410407290?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2428995543410407290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2428995543410407290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2428995543410407290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensar.html' title='Pensar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SuMFN-MXe0I/AAAAAAAAALA/BPoU5Gw2EZ4/s72-c/pensar-agir-210108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8560767105580320195</id><published>2009-09-12T19:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:41:04.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Compreender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SqwjVPE6TsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ggEGlqko2cg/s1600-h/chuva-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380714502532255426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SqwjVPE6TsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ggEGlqko2cg/s320/chuva-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O ódio tomando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Conta de meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Logo não sei que penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Perco a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Olho a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E encontro as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Escondidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Na negridão da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Raios e trovoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De repente não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Vago na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tornando um coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Uma muralha de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Não quero amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Não quero sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Compreender a razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E esquecer o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8560767105580320195?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8560767105580320195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/09/compreender.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8560767105580320195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8560767105580320195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/09/compreender.html' title='Compreender'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SqwjVPE6TsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ggEGlqko2cg/s72-c/chuva-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2397680672424377513</id><published>2009-09-08T10:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:00:59.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SqZjTzddfDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BnxTlmUMFuk/s1600-h/mundo_verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379095996823075890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SqZjTzddfDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BnxTlmUMFuk/s320/mundo_verde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Olho dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cheio de conflitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dentro à vários EU’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Custa tanto ser uma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Plena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que apenas o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dará maturidade suficiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Para compreender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Logo entendo o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Logo entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Logo fui,não existo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Quando olho a volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me questiono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que mundo é esse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O mundo do melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do mais forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A humildade é esquecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sou humilde,pois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nada sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Basta olhar ao redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pessoas,natureza,um mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mundinho&lt;/span&gt; de pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que esquece quem são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Se tornando programadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guilherme &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2397680672424377513?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2397680672424377513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/09/mundinho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2397680672424377513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2397680672424377513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/09/mundinho.html' title='Mundinho'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SqZjTzddfDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BnxTlmUMFuk/s72-c/mundo_verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4472121625251015004</id><published>2009-09-07T18:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:57:53.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SqWBnDM1-wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ryUSs0Xx_8Y/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378847837837982466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SqWBnDM1-wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ryUSs0Xx_8Y/s320/chuva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Procura do equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Entre o céu e terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Compreensão sobre o viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O que é viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Descobrir os caminhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Os temores rondam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A injustiça machuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A lagrimas caem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Invisíveis pois a fonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Se esgotou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A espera da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Olho o céu querendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Que o vento me leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pra longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Longe do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;De mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A negridão das nuvens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Escurecem almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trazendo a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Renovando pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mandando embora as lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4472121625251015004?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4472121625251015004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuva.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4472121625251015004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4472121625251015004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SqWBnDM1-wI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ryUSs0Xx_8Y/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4621195437272416488</id><published>2009-08-29T01:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:23:10.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Além</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SpitD2ilUSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hr4ZspPi_tM/s1600-h/mocanajanela_dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375236436958466338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SpitD2ilUSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hr4ZspPi_tM/s320/mocanajanela_dali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rotina &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;catastrófica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a sonhos e&lt;br /&gt;Delírios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busca intensa&lt;br /&gt;Pelo rumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O vazio em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Perturba.&lt;br /&gt;A procura do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Aconchego dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuidar de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer rir,&lt;br /&gt;Enxugar suas lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Cócegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E poder pensar mais além.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilherme &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4621195437272416488?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4621195437272416488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/08/alem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4621195437272416488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4621195437272416488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/08/alem.html' title='Além'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SpitD2ilUSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hr4ZspPi_tM/s72-c/mocanajanela_dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1230952157357748172</id><published>2009-08-01T09:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:46:33.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SnQ4qVD0nZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sV2pbnlHji4/s1600-h/o+dia+depois+de+amanha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364975355963940242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SnQ4qVD0nZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sV2pbnlHji4/s320/o+dia+depois+de+amanha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A música vem preencher o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vazio de uma alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que quase nunca tem calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O silêncio do horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onde apago as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Magoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Felicidade a sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ou a minha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O egoísmo, defeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somos o nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não existe melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ou pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dependemos do mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Temos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porem alguns vazios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheio de amarguras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Humanidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A procura do equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Da natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Equilíbrio de sua natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destruir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olho o horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que se espera de amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A vida somos nós quem a fazemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se está triste é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por ser deixar triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seja feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E a cultive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois o amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não é hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1230952157357748172?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1230952157357748172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/08/amanha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1230952157357748172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1230952157357748172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/08/amanha.html' title='Amanhã'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SnQ4qVD0nZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sV2pbnlHji4/s72-c/o+dia+depois+de+amanha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-3722977176152985147</id><published>2009-07-21T23:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:13:02.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SmZ1m5zGH_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/XZX6T55gyq4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361101717641764850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SmZ1m5zGH_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/XZX6T55gyq4/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Ter em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Sentir seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele junto a minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A desejo de corpo&lt;br /&gt;E alma&lt;br /&gt;Mas é sua alma que&lt;br /&gt;Quero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fascina, encanta&lt;br /&gt;É ti que procuro&lt;br /&gt;Em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Tão bela,meiga&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente linda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então vaga por sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite&lt;br /&gt;A procura de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas a distância&lt;br /&gt;Traz angustia&lt;br /&gt;Pois sinto seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Sem lhe ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilherme Perottoni &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-3722977176152985147?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SmZ1m5zGH_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/XZX6T55gyq4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7905736867241436387</id><published>2009-07-21T22:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:50:27.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SmZv6d_ivoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/m4Sdyv7a3TA/s1600-h/1193617081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361095456705396354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SmZv6d_ivoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/m4Sdyv7a3TA/s320/1193617081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amar e ser amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vivo e vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E vejo que cada dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É algo impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O vazio de um grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lacuna não preenchida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas o temor de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De se entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A vida surpreende!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas sou quem a faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dia após dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vivendo a procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De respostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A procura de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cujo só terá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando amar a si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Então fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vejo a noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E me esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que tenho alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Logo se preenche o vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E esquece que é preciso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7905736867241436387?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SmZv6d_ivoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/m4Sdyv7a3TA/s72-c/1193617081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2798778379846175786</id><published>2009-06-27T00:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:37:48.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SkWT9HyIQkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jn_PbWCsyAk/s1600-h/vida.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351846410470310466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SkWT9HyIQkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jn_PbWCsyAk/s320/vida.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou vários&lt;br /&gt;Que nem sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Apenas Deus sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa tanto ser uma&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa sábia e plena&lt;br /&gt;Agir com a razão&lt;br /&gt;E deixar sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;De lado&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer o passado&lt;br /&gt;E viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é possível!&lt;br /&gt;Está ali&lt;br /&gt;Diante dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Basta acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esperança vive&lt;br /&gt;Nasce em meio&lt;br /&gt;A sóbria solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então sonho&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;São minha droga&lt;br /&gt;Está não sei viver sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro a Arte de viver&lt;br /&gt;A essência da vida&lt;br /&gt;Das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se foi fica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vem adiante é&lt;br /&gt;O importante&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que posso&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E curo todas as feridas&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo as nunca cicatrizadas&lt;br /&gt;Mas eternamente esquecidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2798778379846175786?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2798778379846175786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/esperanca.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2798778379846175786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2798778379846175786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SkWT9HyIQkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jn_PbWCsyAk/s72-c/vida.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2309764083084693253</id><published>2009-06-18T23:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:09:53.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Piscar de olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SjrydLskjBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x-daW0C82vI/s1600-h/858978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348854090625747986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SjrydLskjBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x-daW0C82vI/s320/858978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminho, passo&lt;br /&gt;Por diversas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a vida&lt;br /&gt;Passa dando lugar à morte&lt;br /&gt;E a morte a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se segue o&lt;br /&gt;Ciclo da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questionamentos&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Da alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que passa rápido&lt;br /&gt;Em piscar de olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente o passado&lt;br /&gt;Batendo sobre as rugas&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Estas rugas nunca serão&lt;br /&gt;As mesmas&lt;br /&gt;Pois cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Mudo&lt;br /&gt;E nunca sou quem fui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2309764083084693253?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2309764083084693253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/piscar-de-olhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2309764083084693253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2309764083084693253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/piscar-de-olhos.html' title='Piscar de olhos'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SjrydLskjBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x-daW0C82vI/s72-c/858978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-818767778820275366</id><published>2009-06-13T00:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:28:58.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SjMc8PKGC8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/1x_Zn93gfcM/s1600-h/Sentar_%26_Sentir___24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346649003805510594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SjMc8PKGC8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/1x_Zn93gfcM/s320/Sentar_%26_Sentir___24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se sente a vida&lt;br /&gt;Não tem porque fazer&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas&lt;br /&gt;Logo não se tem&lt;br /&gt;A dúvida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a vida a minha&lt;br /&gt;Volta&lt;br /&gt;Correr pelo corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo eu e o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um só&lt;br /&gt;Logo estou em todos&lt;br /&gt;Lugares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto pensar&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nada&lt;br /&gt;Pois não tenho pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Fixos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o mundo é&lt;br /&gt;Arte de viver&lt;br /&gt;Ver é apenas ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-818767778820275366?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/818767778820275366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/818767778820275366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/818767778820275366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SjMc8PKGC8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/1x_Zn93gfcM/s72-c/Sentar_%26_Sentir___24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8503289335907968774</id><published>2009-06-07T09:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:07:26.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistério</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Siu7ic6SkXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8LnXpFSLCNg/s1600-h/fafsa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344571583355851122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Siu7ic6SkXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8LnXpFSLCNg/s320/fafsa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Siu566MhlfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0gbNaQCMZ6A/s1600-h/2205656.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conhecimento, ter o mundo diante dos meus olhos, este mundo de conflitos, cheio de mistérios, cujo quero ter conhecimento sobre eles.&lt;br /&gt;Verdade é que estou confuso, sinto coisas, sei que o mistério existe.&lt;br /&gt;Deus, mas do que nunca tenho forças nele, “Sou a luz filho do meu pai, criador de tudo e todos”.&lt;br /&gt;O mistério me chama, me atrai, falo coisas depois me pergunte se fui eu mesmo que as falou.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que estou mudando, absorvendo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um propósito, sei mas não sei qual, ao mesmo tempo que o temo o desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o mundo o mistério do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou louco ou não,talvez um sonhador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8503289335907968774?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8503289335907968774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/misterio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8503289335907968774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8503289335907968774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/misterio.html' title='Mistério'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Siu7ic6SkXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8LnXpFSLCNg/s72-c/fafsa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-6482046622800233949</id><published>2009-06-07T09:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:40:50.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Siu1TWPH4pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ktsbHLG1sIs/s1600-h/neo-realismo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344564726796378770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Siu1TWPH4pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ktsbHLG1sIs/s320/neo-realismo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu consciente&lt;br /&gt;Repele o&lt;br /&gt;Amor sofredor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescer com&lt;br /&gt;A realidade do sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo homem&lt;br /&gt;Deve sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Para se tornar homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Vem a força&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de mudar&lt;br /&gt;Alcançar a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorar a dor&lt;br /&gt;E viver com ela&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem senti-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então logo vivo&lt;br /&gt;E logo esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Que me machuquei&lt;br /&gt;Com o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-6482046622800233949?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/6482046622800233949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/homem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6482046622800233949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6482046622800233949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/homem.html' title='Homem'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Siu1TWPH4pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ktsbHLG1sIs/s72-c/neo-realismo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8305290123432460034</id><published>2009-06-07T09:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:31:10.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SiuzCbKQMdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EvOOpL8kqvk/s1600-h/Esperan%C3%A7a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562237037097426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SiuzCbKQMdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EvOOpL8kqvk/s320/Esperan%C3%A7a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eis que sou&lt;br /&gt;Um viajante&lt;br /&gt;Viajo entre mundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço da vida&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Então sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mundos de&lt;br /&gt;Mistérios&lt;br /&gt;Meu mistério&lt;br /&gt;Sou um mistério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desvendo a medida&lt;br /&gt;Que vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo mas não&lt;br /&gt;Vivo&lt;br /&gt;Minha realidade&lt;br /&gt;É apenas minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Porem&lt;/span&gt; vivo&lt;br /&gt;A realidade do homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8305290123432460034?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8305290123432460034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/realismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8305290123432460034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8305290123432460034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/06/realismo.html' title='Realismo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SiuzCbKQMdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EvOOpL8kqvk/s72-c/Esperan%C3%A7a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1927329289550481369</id><published>2009-05-24T00:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:56:41.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShjFW7H6R6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ehqFsZRDrhM/s1600-h/PALCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339234355866388386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShjFW7H6R6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ehqFsZRDrhM/s320/PALCO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sou ou&lt;br /&gt;O que sou&lt;br /&gt;Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está contra mim&lt;br /&gt;Este diz que o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questiono se sou&lt;br /&gt;O mundo ou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então não sou nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dita as regras&lt;br /&gt;De um filme&lt;br /&gt;Chamado vida&lt;br /&gt;Eis que tudo é possível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta escrever seu papel&lt;br /&gt;E decorar-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aguardar os aplausos&lt;br /&gt;De uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;platéia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1927329289550481369?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1927329289550481369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/ator.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1927329289550481369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1927329289550481369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/ator.html' title='Ator'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/ShjFW7H6R6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ehqFsZRDrhM/s72-c/PALCO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2155917338191697778</id><published>2009-05-24T00:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:41:07.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShjBw41xjjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WlW7dLcqYyY/s1600-h/Passado640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339230403883535922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShjBw41xjjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WlW7dLcqYyY/s320/Passado640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escondo-me&lt;br /&gt;Na noite estrelada&lt;br /&gt;Onde nada sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou herói&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas um solitário&lt;br /&gt;Amante da solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noturna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus braços não&lt;br /&gt;São do tamanho do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Então não o tenho&lt;br /&gt;Em meus braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busca pela&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer o passado&lt;br /&gt;E viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que é possível mudar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é possível&lt;br /&gt;Basta a vida nos&lt;br /&gt;Favorecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2155917338191697778?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2155917338191697778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/estrela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2155917338191697778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2155917338191697778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/estrela.html' title='Estrela'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/ShjBw41xjjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WlW7dLcqYyY/s72-c/Passado640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5263622297070354340</id><published>2009-05-22T08:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:00:53.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShaT7tgWCkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kjKR1pFaYDQ/s1600-h/dfasg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338617062331124290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShaT7tgWCkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kjKR1pFaYDQ/s320/dfasg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho me de longe&lt;br /&gt;Me estranho&lt;br /&gt;Que é este&lt;br /&gt;Que ali está&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;Sem passado&lt;br /&gt;Apenas de presente&lt;br /&gt;Vivo&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Pois se vence a batalha&lt;br /&gt;Da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas viver&lt;br /&gt;Nada de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Ou esperança&lt;br /&gt;Viver e deixar&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo tome&lt;br /&gt;Seu rumo devido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a armadura&lt;br /&gt;Fica resistente&lt;br /&gt;E que venha a guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Viver e apenas&lt;br /&gt;Isto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resto é ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5263622297070354340?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5263622297070354340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5263622297070354340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5263622297070354340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/viver.html' title='Viver'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/ShaT7tgWCkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kjKR1pFaYDQ/s72-c/dfasg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4116423201302384708</id><published>2009-05-20T23:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:52:27.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maior sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShS_peDlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/weHIav2o4-Y/s1600-h/Interior%2520-%2520%2520Mafra%2520-%2520(Foto%2520-%2520J_C_%2520Grein%2520Xavier).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338102177504503618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShS_peDlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/weHIav2o4-Y/s320/Interior%2520-%2520%2520Mafra%2520-%2520(Foto%2520-%2520J_C_%2520Grein%2520Xavier).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou um sonhador e sonho com os olhos abertos. Em um lugar distante no meio do nada, longe do tormento do cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;em um lugar calmo e tranqüilo,cheio de árvores em volta perto de um lago onde se possa escutar a água, acordar de manhã e não se preocupar com nada, apenas olhar pela janela e apreciar a beleza e no final do horizonte as montanhas.&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a planice da serra um chalé simples porem aconchegante com uma grande lareira e um sofá,um lugar que se possa chamar de lar.Sentir se bem, não ter passado nem futuro apenas viver intensamente um lar.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar há janela ver as gotas de chuvas, céu cinzento,dia frio.Sentar na no sofá em baixo das cobertas com a mulher de minha vida trocando caricias de amor assistindo um bom filme.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho sim,mas que um sonho uma meta, basta encontrar o caminho e a pessoa certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4116423201302384708?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4116423201302384708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/maior-sonho.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4116423201302384708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4116423201302384708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/maior-sonho.html' title='Maior sonho'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/ShS_peDlJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/weHIav2o4-Y/s72-c/Interior%2520-%2520%2520Mafra%2520-%2520(Foto%2520-%2520J_C_%2520Grein%2520Xavier).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4849990875746768934</id><published>2009-05-20T23:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:26:21.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShS7dQIktXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QBq1WPwnkeI/s1600-h/untitledee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338097569562408306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShS7dQIktXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QBq1WPwnkeI/s320/untitledee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então me deparo&lt;br /&gt;Com o passado&lt;br /&gt;Diante dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então entro no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E lembro tudo&lt;br /&gt;O que vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente meu passado&lt;br /&gt;Enche de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração&lt;br /&gt;De facadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aprecio tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Beleza que apenas&lt;br /&gt;Cresce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor&lt;br /&gt;De não estar&lt;br /&gt;Ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhas&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre&lt;br /&gt;O certo é certo&lt;br /&gt;Basta viver&lt;br /&gt;Para descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4849990875746768934?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4849990875746768934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/passado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4849990875746768934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4849990875746768934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/passado.html' title='Passado'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/ShS7dQIktXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QBq1WPwnkeI/s72-c/untitledee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4569857183624793989</id><published>2009-05-19T01:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:58:34.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida,vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShI7Te4R1qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HgpR5xX6i8s/s1600-h/copo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337393714280126114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/ShI7Te4R1qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HgpR5xX6i8s/s320/copo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida sempre vida&lt;br /&gt;Passa tempo&lt;br /&gt;Volta tempo e&lt;br /&gt;E aqui estamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizes e tristes&lt;br /&gt;Emoções e mais emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seres racionais&lt;br /&gt;Pensam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se pensam&lt;br /&gt;Não faz sentido sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Então gostamos de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos estes, sim&lt;br /&gt;Levam a loucura&lt;br /&gt;De um homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hora pensa na vida&lt;br /&gt;Passado, futuro&lt;br /&gt;Vê o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Foge da rotina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentar a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Chamada vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loucura&lt;br /&gt;É enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, não&lt;br /&gt;Sou nada,&lt;br /&gt;Não sou melhor&lt;br /&gt;Nem pior,&lt;br /&gt;Ambos os seres,&lt;br /&gt;Batem um coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E vejo todos correndo&lt;br /&gt;De um lado pro outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida chata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4569857183624793989?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4569857183624793989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/vidavida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4569857183624793989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4569857183624793989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/vidavida.html' title='Vida,vida'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/ShI7Te4R1qI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HgpR5xX6i8s/s72-c/copo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8193557719751479554</id><published>2009-05-16T23:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:24:44.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>viajante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sg91X8pvL3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Wc1yu2UaL6k/s1600-h/andarilho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336613137735954290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sg91X8pvL3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Wc1yu2UaL6k/s320/andarilho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sg90s3eDG2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Bi9zDnIL9m8/s1600-h/untitledd.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busco sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Trará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidade do homem&lt;br /&gt;Não a minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhadores não&lt;br /&gt;Vivem&lt;br /&gt;Vagão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo vivo&lt;br /&gt;Duas realidades&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas uma&lt;br /&gt;Escolherei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;Mais evoluo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E vejo realidade&lt;br /&gt;Que inesperada chega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então tudo sou&lt;br /&gt;E nada ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8193557719751479554?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8193557719751479554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/viajante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8193557719751479554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8193557719751479554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/viajante.html' title='viajante'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sg91X8pvL3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Wc1yu2UaL6k/s72-c/andarilho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5375484114518679124</id><published>2009-05-16T23:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:11:39.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sg9yITHJdRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GKyeYFl7t-s/s1600-h/cssdf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336609570352100626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sg9yITHJdRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GKyeYFl7t-s/s320/cssdf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Mudo&lt;br /&gt;E não sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o mundo&lt;br /&gt;E vivo em tremenda&lt;br /&gt;Mudança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho poderes&lt;br /&gt;E pouco posso&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar&lt;br /&gt;O impossível&lt;br /&gt;Creio que não&lt;br /&gt;Seja apenas eu&lt;br /&gt;Que mudara o mundo&lt;br /&gt;E sim nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5375484114518679124?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5375484114518679124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5375484114518679124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5375484114518679124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudar.html' title='Mudar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sg9yITHJdRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GKyeYFl7t-s/s72-c/cssdf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4797529530850850373</id><published>2009-05-14T15:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:04:54.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgxqdjBgVpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-X3PjURDZwI/s1600-h/dsdas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335756714377500306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgxqdjBgVpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-X3PjURDZwI/s320/dsdas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Por pequena&lt;br /&gt;Que seja&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta levantar&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça e&lt;br /&gt;Ver a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;A nossa frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querer esquecer o passado&lt;br /&gt;Mudar a realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acreditar&lt;br /&gt;No mundo e principalmente&lt;br /&gt;Em si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudo a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Mas evoluo&lt;br /&gt;Este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exato&lt;/span&gt; presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contente fico&lt;br /&gt;Em saber que o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta querer e lutar&lt;br /&gt;Pois a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Está logo adiante&lt;br /&gt;Basta batalhar&lt;br /&gt;E sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4797529530850850373?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4797529530850850373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/diante.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4797529530850850373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4797529530850850373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/diante.html' title='Diante'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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://lh3.ggpht.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgxqdjBgVpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-X3PjURDZwI/s72-c/dsdas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1995651597906103490</id><published>2009-05-13T00:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:05:51.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sgo5CiKiPTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b9wSevoKBJQ/s1600-h/soniaalcalde031-mudan%25C3%25A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335139424267287858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sgo5CiKiPTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b9wSevoKBJQ/s320/soniaalcalde031-mudan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por um caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que não tem nada&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada lembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho adiante&lt;br /&gt;E vejo&lt;br /&gt;Fome, guerra&lt;br /&gt;Egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deparo com meu&lt;br /&gt;Reflexo&lt;br /&gt;Sou um monstro&lt;br /&gt;Pois crio a fome, guerra&lt;br /&gt;Sou o egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo para&lt;br /&gt;E vejo que posso mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então desvio meu rumo&lt;br /&gt;Sou a alegria chegando&lt;br /&gt;Aniquilo a fome&lt;br /&gt;E reparto o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou o amor&lt;br /&gt;E nada sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1995651597906103490?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1995651597906103490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1995651597906103490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1995651597906103490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sgo5CiKiPTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b9wSevoKBJQ/s72-c/soniaalcalde031-mudan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4245981474740937624</id><published>2009-05-12T23:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:49:57.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sgo1T4kMvhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YuFf19gUl8c/s1600-h/voar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335135324291776018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sgo1T4kMvhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YuFf19gUl8c/s320/voar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva a vida&lt;br /&gt;Deixe a voar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter rumo&lt;br /&gt;Amar apenas é uma&lt;br /&gt;Parada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso é alimento&lt;br /&gt;Para a alma&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o bem encoraja&lt;br /&gt;A não temer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui do alto&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a adiante&lt;br /&gt;É possível!&lt;br /&gt;Mudar a realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o passado&lt;br /&gt;Tão pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Que o esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Então vôo na imensidão&lt;br /&gt;E nela vivo&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o vento me levará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4245981474740937624?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4245981474740937624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/voar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4245981474740937624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4245981474740937624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/voar.html' title='Voar'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sgo1T4kMvhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YuFf19gUl8c/s72-c/voar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2587021097300313481</id><published>2009-05-12T23:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:39:26.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sgovylh1fUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ypozru5grSY/s1600-h/mareasamorgu8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335129254687767874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sgovylh1fUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ypozru5grSY/s320/mareasamorgu8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonho acordado&lt;br /&gt;Com você em meu chalé&lt;br /&gt;Em um dia nublado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trocando juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas luto por não&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar e sim viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navegar no infinito&lt;br /&gt;De seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E nele não temer&lt;br /&gt;Se afogar&lt;br /&gt;Ter a certeza que me amas&lt;br /&gt;E ter a que ti és minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No aconchego do&lt;br /&gt;Teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Aqueço-me&lt;br /&gt;Sinto teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Seu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Vou à loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sonho&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te espero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2587021097300313481?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2587021097300313481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/chale.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2587021097300313481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2587021097300313481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/chale.html' title='Chalé'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sgovylh1fUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ypozru5grSY/s72-c/mareasamorgu8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-8149284540656402755</id><published>2009-05-07T11:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:24:59.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Temo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgLum2HP33I/AAAAAAAAAGY/PwQ1gKjiyU0/s1600-h/sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333087259888443250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgLum2HP33I/AAAAAAAAAGY/PwQ1gKjiyU0/s320/sonho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Um vácuo&lt;br /&gt;Que de solidão vive&lt;br /&gt;E dela sofre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas Deus sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo a mim&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo&lt;br /&gt;machuco e magôo-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida é bela&lt;br /&gt;É um encanto&lt;br /&gt;Mas a temo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo quem sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fujo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sonhos me escondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordo&lt;br /&gt;Da solidão vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo amar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ser amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-8149284540656402755?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/8149284540656402755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/temo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8149284540656402755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/8149284540656402755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/temo.html' title='Temo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SgLum2HP33I/AAAAAAAAAGY/PwQ1gKjiyU0/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7426396005488562394</id><published>2009-05-07T11:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:20:05.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perambulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgLuBERA1QI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VY9tsFn55CA/s1600-h/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086610852467970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgLuBERA1QI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VY9tsFn55CA/s320/vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então perambulo&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;A viver a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer o passado&lt;br /&gt;Pois dele não se vive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim do agora&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que o estou vivendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui Eu&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei quem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco respostas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Deus busco&lt;br /&gt;Força&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guerra está,&lt;br /&gt;Que de força não&lt;br /&gt;Não vence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo mas não vivo&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Pesam que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser ou não ser&lt;br /&gt;Isso me tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Leva a loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7426396005488562394?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7426396005488562394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/perambulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7426396005488562394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7426396005488562394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/perambulo.html' title='Perambulo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SgLuBERA1QI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VY9tsFn55CA/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-5585197630219896982</id><published>2009-05-07T11:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:19:08.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgLtznWN3qI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xA4O2eFxZ8I/s1600-h/solidaod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333086379751366306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgLtznWN3qI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xA4O2eFxZ8I/s320/solidaod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumir do mundo&lt;br /&gt;De mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pensar em nada&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ser o nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser o presente&lt;br /&gt;Sem lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Futuro sem planos&lt;br /&gt;O agora calado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo belo&lt;br /&gt;Sento por não ser&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos me encantam&lt;br /&gt;A beleza me fascina&lt;br /&gt;Vago na imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-5585197630219896982?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/5585197630219896982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/vago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5585197630219896982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/5585197630219896982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/vago.html' title='Vago'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SgLtznWN3qI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xA4O2eFxZ8I/s72-c/solidaod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-628944736367295507</id><published>2009-05-07T11:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:16:47.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Angustiado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgLtRmbwiWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/86Qc3EJHIhQ/s1600-h/angustia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333085795390622050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SgLtRmbwiWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/86Qc3EJHIhQ/s320/angustia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algo me deixa&lt;br /&gt;Angustiado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas brotam&lt;br /&gt;Escorrem perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Salgadas&lt;br /&gt;Mas brilhando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borá acordar&lt;br /&gt;Pro mundo&lt;br /&gt;Levantar a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Encarar a realidade&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que não&lt;br /&gt;É meu&lt;br /&gt;Fazer-lo meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser quem não sou&lt;br /&gt;Mas ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-628944736367295507?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/628944736367295507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/angustiado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/628944736367295507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/628944736367295507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/angustiado.html' title='Angustiado'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SgLtRmbwiWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/86Qc3EJHIhQ/s72-c/angustia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-2943765642040597240</id><published>2009-05-02T08:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:01:11.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sfw2AcPd2-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GKE-ZO1E0aw/s1600-h/lua.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331195440108788706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sfw2AcPd2-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GKE-ZO1E0aw/s320/lua.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noite tão bela&lt;br /&gt;A lua mostrando sua&lt;br /&gt;Grandeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a noite fria&lt;br /&gt;Que se torna bela&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre o belo&lt;br /&gt;É belo&lt;br /&gt;E vem a nuvem negra&lt;br /&gt;E esconde a beleza&lt;br /&gt;E traz a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natureza e vida&lt;br /&gt;Nada é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Nem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as surpresas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre nos persegue&lt;br /&gt;E sempre a surpresa nos muda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é uma arte&lt;br /&gt;Um dom&lt;br /&gt;Apenas aqueles que percebem&lt;br /&gt;Isto sabem que a vida é passageira&lt;br /&gt;E ao abrir os olhos ela&lt;br /&gt;Acabará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a nuvem desaparece&lt;br /&gt;E surge a magnitude&lt;br /&gt;Que é a Lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-2943765642040597240?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/2943765642040597240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/noite.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2943765642040597240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/2943765642040597240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/05/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sfw2AcPd2-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GKE-ZO1E0aw/s72-c/lua.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1002332762295011433</id><published>2009-04-29T23:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:06:55.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SfkHupdbz6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NcWzdVRGKYE/s1600-h/adriloaz-guerra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330300131954380706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SfkHupdbz6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NcWzdVRGKYE/s320/adriloaz-guerra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canto, grito&lt;br /&gt;Para espantar a aflição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio para&lt;br /&gt;Não chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo para esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho para não&lt;br /&gt;Viver o presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E apenas sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a vida e não&lt;br /&gt;Vive-la&lt;br /&gt;Um coração batendo&lt;br /&gt;Vida dentro de um ser&lt;br /&gt;Que vive&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sabe o que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudar e mudar&lt;br /&gt;A realidade&lt;br /&gt;E dela sempre&lt;br /&gt;Fugir&lt;br /&gt;E vagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1002332762295011433?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1002332762295011433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/ver.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1002332762295011433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1002332762295011433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/ver.html' title='ver'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SfkHupdbz6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NcWzdVRGKYE/s72-c/adriloaz-guerra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-4508541201427450468</id><published>2009-04-29T22:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:58:48.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SfkF0TZf2uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/enZQqWhmJ6A/s1600-h/2205656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330298030088248034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SfkF0TZf2uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/enZQqWhmJ6A/s320/2205656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os sentimentos pulsam&lt;br /&gt;Um aperto no peito&lt;br /&gt;E a aflição em mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói&lt;br /&gt;O ferimento&lt;br /&gt;Que é incerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vago no&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;E nada sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem passado&lt;br /&gt;Sem presente&lt;br /&gt;Sem futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagando a procura....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O inesperado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Preenche a alma&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca tem calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-4508541201427450468?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/4508541201427450468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/nada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4508541201427450468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/4508541201427450468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SfkF0TZf2uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/enZQqWhmJ6A/s72-c/2205656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-6336804413708240457</id><published>2009-04-28T23:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:46:47.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sfe_gy8lrNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B6VPbVif4yU/s1600-h/ssss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329939254168890578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sfe_gy8lrNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B6VPbVif4yU/s320/ssss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na imensidão da alma&lt;br /&gt;Vago em meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;E questiono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas querer viver dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão que corrompe&lt;br /&gt;Traz a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De repente vem a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Quão mais triste for&lt;br /&gt;Mas dói em saber&lt;br /&gt;O quão agrada ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem a mente&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar e viver a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Que os acontecimentos&lt;br /&gt;Percorrem bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é iludir-se&lt;br /&gt;Mas viver é arriscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paro diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Olho tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;E me pergunto&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o propósito&lt;br /&gt;De Deus dirá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com isso luto&lt;br /&gt;Não com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas comigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-6336804413708240457?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/6336804413708240457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensando.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6336804413708240457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6336804413708240457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensando.html' title='Pensando'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sfe_gy8lrNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B6VPbVif4yU/s72-c/ssss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-3797798578558829757</id><published>2009-04-28T23:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:26:41.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>belo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sfe6TGWJ8vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CodDABcQEzc/s1600-h/sentido-da-vida-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329933521300091634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Sfe6TGWJ8vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CodDABcQEzc/s320/sentido-da-vida-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver o belo da vida&lt;br /&gt;Se alegrar com&lt;br /&gt;Um simples sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Do desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre&lt;br /&gt;A solidão é estar só,&lt;br /&gt;Contemplar o belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver a vida de uma&lt;br /&gt;outra forma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encarar o que nos espera&lt;br /&gt;E sempre lutar&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca deixar de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é complicada&lt;br /&gt;Mas é incerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreender a virtude do&lt;br /&gt;Que é viver&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar o pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Pois este nos alegra&lt;br /&gt;E nem se quer damos conta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-3797798578558829757?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/3797798578558829757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/belo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3797798578558829757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3797798578558829757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/belo.html' title='belo'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Sfe6TGWJ8vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CodDABcQEzc/s72-c/sentido-da-vida-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-715541180394296127</id><published>2009-04-23T16:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:19:03.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SfC9JjMgYRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SjTBBffwoOo/s1600-h/cegoguiacegooi0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327966330943463698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SfC9JjMgYRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SjTBBffwoOo/s320/cegoguiacegooi0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho a minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Questiono&lt;br /&gt;Todos e tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As horas não&lt;br /&gt;Passam&lt;br /&gt;E uma tremenda vontade&lt;br /&gt;De estar no futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil coisas&lt;br /&gt;Passam pela cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, deveres,&lt;br /&gt;Vida, morte&lt;br /&gt;E apenas a essência&lt;br /&gt;Da força&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro o propósito&lt;br /&gt;E apenas vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Terei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loucura contagia&lt;br /&gt;De repente&lt;br /&gt;no abismo&lt;br /&gt;Da alma&lt;br /&gt;Olho a grande cratera&lt;br /&gt;E penso que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Estive nela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movido apenas pela esperança&lt;br /&gt;E a ilusão que está tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Questiono não mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-715541180394296127?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/715541180394296127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/questionamento.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/715541180394296127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/715541180394296127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/questionamento.html' title='Questionamento'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SfC9JjMgYRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SjTBBffwoOo/s72-c/cegoguiacegooi0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-6177698908135614951</id><published>2009-04-22T09:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:48:28.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Se8SFs4HrKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/V0yA0q5K2ZM/s1600-h/passado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327496773357776034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Se8SFs4HrKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/V0yA0q5K2ZM/s320/passado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Se8R0rtmV9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MuKIlpdytLA/s1600-h/passado.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vejo mais&lt;br /&gt;A ternura em&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um passado&lt;br /&gt;Que vejo diante&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz uma saudade&lt;br /&gt;Triste&lt;br /&gt;Momentos vividos&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais voltaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado, machuca&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito,dói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz sussurra&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a angústia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angústia que se torna forte&lt;br /&gt;Mais forte que&lt;br /&gt;A própria razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razão que guia&lt;br /&gt;Para longe&lt;br /&gt;Para um mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que não é ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-6177698908135614951?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/6177698908135614951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/passado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6177698908135614951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/6177698908135614951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/passado.html' title='Passado'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Se8SFs4HrKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/V0yA0q5K2ZM/s72-c/passado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-3463453410885591394</id><published>2009-04-19T07:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:20:39.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Propósito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Ser68urAbeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KmkvpsXLS-Y/s1600-h/665099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326345430546542050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/Ser68urAbeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KmkvpsXLS-Y/s320/665099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que não pertenço&lt;br /&gt;A este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto me culpado&lt;br /&gt;Por questionar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais vivo&lt;br /&gt;Temo o meu propósito&lt;br /&gt;E este que me da&lt;br /&gt;Força para viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo não&lt;br /&gt;É este nada entendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Pertence a minha pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento libertar&lt;br /&gt;De algo que já vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questiono minha existência&lt;br /&gt;Não sou o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Mas temo quem serei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perottoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-3463453410885591394?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/3463453410885591394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/proposito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3463453410885591394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3463453410885591394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/proposito.html' title='Propósito'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/Ser68urAbeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KmkvpsXLS-Y/s72-c/665099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-3515215782926597177</id><published>2009-04-18T12:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:37:51.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SenwKe3ZknI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ygjgNw-XQZU/s1600-h/esperan%C3%A7as.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326052097217106546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SenwKe3ZknI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ygjgNw-XQZU/s320/esperan%C3%A7as.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperança motiva&lt;br /&gt;Caminharmos.&lt;br /&gt;E a viver o que nos&lt;br /&gt;Espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motiva a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tornar se realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desistir&lt;br /&gt;De nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tudo e&lt;br /&gt;Tudo podemos&lt;br /&gt;Basta simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;A amargura&lt;br /&gt;Preencha a mente&lt;br /&gt;Lá está a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode&lt;br /&gt;Mudar a realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive e apenas viver&lt;br /&gt;Esperança que nunca acaba&lt;br /&gt;E sempre nos da força&lt;br /&gt;Para enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;A guerra que é a vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ganhar a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-3515215782926597177?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/3515215782926597177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/esperanca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3515215782926597177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/3515215782926597177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SenwKe3ZknI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ygjgNw-XQZU/s72-c/esperan%C3%A7as.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1104898521530751450</id><published>2009-04-15T13:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:07:12.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SeYSR-ldHoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eRbNc3Aona0/s1600-h/ser-feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324963709479362178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SeYSR-ldHoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eRbNc3Aona0/s320/ser-feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Mistério do&lt;br /&gt;Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Razão do viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas regridem&lt;br /&gt;Uma felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Contagia a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que&lt;br /&gt;Traz experiência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço do passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria do presente&lt;br /&gt;O agora.&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso que&lt;br /&gt;Dou para o nada&lt;br /&gt;Então a vida sorri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ver o mundo&lt;br /&gt;De outra forma&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1104898521530751450?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1104898521530751450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1104898521530751450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1104898521530751450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/felicidade.html' title='Feliz'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SeYSR-ldHoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eRbNc3Aona0/s72-c/ser-feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7897290982034793106</id><published>2009-04-14T23:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:30:35.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SeVGxhEdsMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vu9aQM5CYPc/s1600-h/Henny%2520B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324739950940106946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SeVGxhEdsMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vu9aQM5CYPc/s320/Henny%2520B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivo em meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que se tornou passado&lt;br /&gt;Então acordo e vivo&lt;br /&gt;O presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o belo&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso de uma&lt;br /&gt;Estranha me encanta&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a bondade&lt;br /&gt;De poucos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A força da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Que espanta a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Que faz o sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Aquece um coração&lt;br /&gt;Gelado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma ternura&lt;br /&gt;Que surge&lt;br /&gt;Que acalma o ódio&lt;br /&gt;E alegra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver sem temer&lt;br /&gt;É simplesmente não temer&lt;br /&gt;A vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7897290982034793106?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7897290982034793106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/ternura.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7897290982034793106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7897290982034793106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/ternura.html' title='Ternura'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SeVGxhEdsMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vu9aQM5CYPc/s72-c/Henny%2520B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-7764295770492156022</id><published>2009-04-13T10:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:42:48.917-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SeNA2rbF2BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dJuC4mtGIME/s1600-h/formiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324170492595525650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SeNA2rbF2BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dJuC4mtGIME/s320/formiga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo meu passado.&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver você&lt;br /&gt;Passado que me condena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado que nos ronda&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sai de meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futuro apenas&lt;br /&gt;Tenho em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Cujos me enchem&lt;br /&gt;De esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nada e ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Todos são nada&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo eu&lt;br /&gt;Basta olhar em volta&lt;br /&gt;Olhar a lua,estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos parte.&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão pequenos&lt;br /&gt;Quanto uma simples formiga&lt;br /&gt;Pois está dou valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Sem fim e nele vago&lt;br /&gt;A procura de algo&lt;br /&gt;Cujo apenas&lt;br /&gt;A esperança do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Dirá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-7764295770492156022?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/7764295770492156022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/pequenos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7764295770492156022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/7764295770492156022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/pequenos.html' title='Pequenos'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SeNA2rbF2BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dJuC4mtGIME/s72-c/formiga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8703910958705662068.post-1715367380420376125</id><published>2009-04-12T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:55:02.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SeKNS9bCNII/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Xufs4SFeaQ/s1600-h/62305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323973066370462850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9kwvpato2us/SeKNS9bCNII/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Xufs4SFeaQ/s320/62305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não lhe prometo&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;Pois o futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã poderá&lt;br /&gt;Ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo o que sou&lt;br /&gt;E que lutarei por&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho pelas encruzilhadas&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo que&lt;br /&gt;Estou conhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Cujo não é o que&lt;br /&gt;Vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ressurjo todas&lt;br /&gt;As noites&lt;br /&gt;Com novos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;De o amanhã ser&lt;br /&gt;Melhor do que hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descanso em uma escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Densa&lt;br /&gt;Em que meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Não habitam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida que leva a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada se sabe dela&lt;br /&gt;E ela sempre nos engana&lt;br /&gt;E nos deixa nas valas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro a ternura&lt;br /&gt;Em pequenos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Belos gestos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilherme Perottoni &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8703910958705662068-1715367380420376125?l=pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/feeds/1715367380420376125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/procura.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1715367380420376125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8703910958705662068/posts/default/1715367380420376125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentosdarazao.blogspot.com/2009/04/procura.html' title='Procura'/><author><name>Guilherme Perottoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794208374273723860</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/_9kwvpato2us/SeKNS9bCNII/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Xufs4SFeaQ/s72-c/62305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
