<?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-5600627694428434220</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:42:22.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Over [Dose] Poética</title><subtitle type='html'>Excessivamente profundo. Sentimentalmente viciante.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Izabele Baraúna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XexD4UtW8nU/TJa9642OBxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IHgbUlBsqR0/S220/Imagem+020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600627694428434220.post-5450543445370763617</id><published>2010-04-03T20:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:43:57.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E por falar em amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O coração pulsou ao seu primeiro chamado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parecia vibrar aquelas certezas que eu sempre sonhei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E acreditei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus olhos de estrelas (brilho do seu olhar),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te fitaram e sorriram como quem diz sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o meu corpo, em plena sintonia a tudo o que vinha de você, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenhava no ar um encaixe tão certo como fosse premeditado por aquele meu sonho terno de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu fui sua!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na leveza da alma, na plenitude, na calma, e no berço das mais belas sentimentalidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me fizeram renascer e flutuar nesse horizonte tão certo que é o seu mundo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Par perfeito das minhas cores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harmonia singela de tudo que em nós é vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sintonia eterna com minhas veias pulsantes de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em vermelho intenso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em verdade e brio, imensos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nessa fiel entrega que desconhece o caminho de findar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À 'ele'... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que amanhece numa cor vibrante em todos os meus dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5600627694428434220-5450543445370763617?l=overdosepoetica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/feeds/5450543445370763617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5600627694428434220&amp;postID=5450543445370763617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/5450543445370763617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/5450543445370763617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-por-falar-em-amor.html' title='E por falar em amor...'/><author><name>Izabele Baraúna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XexD4UtW8nU/TJa9642OBxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IHgbUlBsqR0/S220/Imagem+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600627694428434220.post-2481352166444634276</id><published>2009-12-28T08:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:48:00.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos em sol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje meus olhos te alcançaram num infinito calmo que eu sempre sonhei pra nós dois. E suas retinas me invadiram, úmidas e limpas, em meio à arrepios suaves e suspiros cálidos, que como um íma nos aproximava por dentro daquele amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me fiz em mágica para o tempo parar e permanecermos ali, onde os nossos olhos em sol faziam um amor suave, nossas mãos trêmulas e saudosas percorriam a diformidade dos pêlos, e nossos lábios silentes, contornavam o sabor do desejo que pairava no ar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma vez fui sua! Entregue a toda sua querência que me penetrava, dilacerando minhas vias de segredos para que você me desvendasse novamente e sorrisse o riso da nossa permanência em nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como numa ligação vivaz! Naquele silêncio de uma distância certa para escutar sua pele me sussurando, e seus pensamentos me tocando na mesma sutileza de quando os seus lábios em mim perpetravam o amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lua se pronunciou no céu e você me abraçou como quem sempre sabe amar. Suspirou minha calma e percorreu minha imensidão, totalmente fiel a quando a gente se amou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu te senti tocando minha alma nua e beijando suas sentimentalidades guardadas incessantemente em mim. Eu te senti na pulsação (tão sua) das minhas veias naquela quietude de um instante que se vertia em para sempre. E te levei comigo, para voarmos além de qualquer espaço. Para que assim, majestosamente, e na suavidade plena dos nossos olhares, a gente possa se (re)encontrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5600627694428434220-2481352166444634276?l=overdosepoetica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/feeds/2481352166444634276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5600627694428434220&amp;postID=2481352166444634276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/2481352166444634276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/2481352166444634276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/2009/12/olhos-em-sol.html' title='Olhos em sol.'/><author><name>Izabele Baraúna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XexD4UtW8nU/TJa9642OBxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IHgbUlBsqR0/S220/Imagem+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600627694428434220.post-1974058027783543090</id><published>2009-12-19T21:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:42:49.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos fechados.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O coração explodiu ao seu chamado capcioso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E numa inquietude deferida por seus instintos, meus sentidos (que naquele passado foram gris) lançaram faíscas nocivas ao meu olhar terno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você só sabia me doer. Você só conhecia os caminhos de não caber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu passei a te desacreditar, e a perder-me dos sonhos que eu ousara sonhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então voei por ares desconhecidos pela essência que desbrava meu peito. E entremeio tanta razão e coerência, saí um pouco de mim para que, sabida , meus olhos refletissem limpos ao te entender como destino incerto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precipício certo. Destoado por minhas doses límpidas de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas silente questionei o que houvera explodido dentro do peito. O que aquele vento de suas ausências intempestivas acondicionado a sua volta repentina, sorrateiramente tentava desenhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suplicou meu coração que os pensamentos se fossem...Junto com você, imperfeito encaixe para minhas sentimentalidades tão nuas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas você me seguiu na tepidez que ainda te mantém vivo dentro de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então vêemente fechei a retina. E me fiz dona dos meus olhos, num caminho certo de viver sem te enxergar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5600627694428434220-1974058027783543090?l=overdosepoetica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/feeds/1974058027783543090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5600627694428434220&amp;postID=1974058027783543090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/1974058027783543090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/1974058027783543090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/2009/12/olhos-fechados.html' title='Olhos fechados.'/><author><name>Izabele Baraúna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XexD4UtW8nU/TJa9642OBxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IHgbUlBsqR0/S220/Imagem+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600627694428434220.post-4224058994381485000</id><published>2009-12-07T21:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:00:32.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que hoje for beijo, também será a minha boca vestida de seu sorriso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudações gris e imaculados suspiros a tudo que se transforma em você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das memórias que vêm sapientes ao seu gosto que se foi incerto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em tudo eu sei ser seu tom azul, quando meu sorriso compreendeu como alcançar-te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me fazer assim bem nascida por viver você em qualquer vão deserto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que de certo, ousei verter o mundo no nosso céu de vida inteira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E enfileirei todas as sentimentalidades pra te fazer entender:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa vida funciona num tempo de dentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a minha pele, seu endereço, faz dessa espera um apego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ansia colher teus afetos, quando e sempre que eles me calam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em todas as bocas que eu percorro para te encontrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essa fuga rememora os pensamentos que eu insistir em desquerer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eles me vêem na mesma intensidade que o tudo de nós dois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu aceito continuar na espera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque foi somente nos teus olhos que eu aprendi a sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E reconheço que deles é impossível fugir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5600627694428434220-4224058994381485000?l=overdosepoetica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/feeds/4224058994381485000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5600627694428434220&amp;postID=4224058994381485000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/4224058994381485000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/4224058994381485000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/2009/12/tudo-o-que-hoje-for-beijo-tambem-sera.html' title='Espera'/><author><name>Izabele Baraúna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XexD4UtW8nU/TJa9642OBxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IHgbUlBsqR0/S220/Imagem+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600627694428434220.post-1418489478089339034</id><published>2009-12-05T12:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:21:24.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Instante.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu senti a sua pulsação purificando meu peito. E suas veias se alternavam pelo meu corpo no caminho oposto daquela distãncia tão certa que eu projetei para você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quis fugir do seu olhar. Quis desquerer aquele seu corpo que suplicava meu encaixe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quis não enxergar mais você, reflexo do meu espelho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o amor chegou. E invadiu. E se firmou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como naquele sonho, em que as minhas sutilezas encobriam os dissabores. Era somente e sempre o seu gosto na minha pele e toda sua atmosfera desenhada por meus traços tão incertos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu era na sua. Totalmente sua. Santa. Puta. Sacana. Insana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E menina. E amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Também para quando o destino despertasse aquele olhar quieto... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E no tempo em que eu disfarçava para não te aceitar tão intenso no meu mundo rabiscado de sonhos e amores em alusão, você se aproximava sem pensamentos ou coisa alguma de caber qualquer entendimento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos poucos e sutilmente, você foi salivando-me enquanto eu, ainda inerte, suspirava seus desejos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E foi na nudez de nossas almas destemidas e na brevidade de quem esquece do amanhã, que nos amamos... Eram rastros, passos, era o profundo de cada um. O vermelho do seu fôlego de menino e o seu êxtase na cor do fogo de macho me fazendo mulher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novamente e sempre, sua. Inteira e entorpecida de um querer além...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde houvera adormecido o onírico e alí, no cálice dos anseios, me banhava nas verdades que explodiam do seu corpo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num momento de ser real. Puro e natural. E de se entregar aos encantos e aos espaços ainda abertos por entre nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que de certo, eu já não saberia ser para sempre, nem desejava pensar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bastava-me tão e somente, suspirar naquela felicidade que brotava das suas delicadezas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5600627694428434220-1418489478089339034?l=overdosepoetica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/feeds/1418489478089339034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5600627694428434220&amp;postID=1418489478089339034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/1418489478089339034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/1418489478089339034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/2009/12/instante.html' title='Instante.'/><author><name>Izabele Baraúna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XexD4UtW8nU/TJa9642OBxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IHgbUlBsqR0/S220/Imagem+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5600627694428434220.post-7672983269752894276</id><published>2009-11-18T12:54:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:17:53.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na dose certa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que seja vício, que seja tanto, insano. Que se perca, volte, reconheça. Que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seja intenso, imenso e meu. Também seja seu; na dose, euforia, e nostalgia. Das drogas um todo de amor e doses homeopáticas de dor, sem que seja letal. Por sob todos os olhos, viver a cura contra o mal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E novamente o vício, do princípio, como num ciclo: profrano, profundo e sem fim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;VISITEM TAMBÉM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.olhardebeleza.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.olhardebeleza.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5600627694428434220-7672983269752894276?l=overdosepoetica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/feeds/7672983269752894276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5600627694428434220&amp;postID=7672983269752894276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/7672983269752894276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5600627694428434220/posts/default/7672983269752894276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overdosepoetica.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-seja-vicio-que-seja-tanto-insano.html' title='Na dose certa.'/><author><name>Izabele Baraúna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XexD4UtW8nU/TJa9642OBxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IHgbUlBsqR0/S220/Imagem+020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
