<?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-5012728619671295423</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:31.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei sobre a minha verdade!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-8982808388430886886</id><published>2009-03-24T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:12:14.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim</title><content type='html'>Se quiser ver em meu olhos&lt;br /&gt;Assim, um brilho tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Estas convidado a penetrar&lt;br /&gt;E entrar de vez no infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser saber o quanto quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Assim do seu lado até morrer&lt;br /&gt;Estas convidado a entender&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem como se explicar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser se aprofundar sobre meus gostos&lt;br /&gt;Assim, vindos do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Estas convidado a querer&lt;br /&gt;E descobrir o que há de mais belo em meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser buscar o que mais deseja&lt;br /&gt;Assim, na mesma direção&lt;br /&gt;Estas convidado a caminhar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Por trihas que nunca desvendei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Assim, sem intenção&lt;br /&gt;Estas convidado a perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que fui me apaixonar justamente por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012728619671295423-8982808388430886886?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/8982808388430886886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-2651673558105185419</id><published>2007-11-01T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:49:00.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Veio de um desejo despretensioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Da falta de sonhos desmedida&lt;br /&gt;Das tristezas que meu coração guardava&lt;br /&gt;Da experiência de um amor mal resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a vez da entrega, sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Ausência de sentimento, nada a declarar&lt;br /&gt;Não há pretensão, não há anseio&lt;br /&gt;Existe apenas a noção de desejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir daí é um tiro no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade infinita de se dar&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o risco se corre,&lt;br /&gt;e é por ele que tenho que pagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que foi feito não tem volta&lt;br /&gt;Tende a crescer e se libertar&lt;br /&gt;Isso é puro, é bonito e é notório&lt;br /&gt;É natural de se gostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando percebi vi crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Algo que eu não quis despertar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não há culpa, nem sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;O que faço é te esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012728619671295423-2651673558105185419?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/2651673558105185419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-3665839891916812064</id><published>2007-10-09T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:13:36.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RwvgsSsNAxI/AAAAAAAAACs/FVU4SCt5Da0/s1600-h/anjapedra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119432452972806930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RwvgsSsNAxI/AAAAAAAAACs/FVU4SCt5Da0/s200/anjapedra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ninguém precisa saber.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já troquei de lugar&lt;br /&gt;Avistei de longe um horizonte e um fim&lt;br /&gt;Assim tentei me afastar&lt;br /&gt;Mas se era domínio, era mais forte para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era com medo que sentia&lt;br /&gt;O que não queria ver&lt;br /&gt;Era um sopro em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas fui entrando sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim seus anseios se abrem&lt;br /&gt;Âmago e intuição se diferenciam&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam muitos amores até que acabem&lt;br /&gt;Na virada do dia novos cravos cresciam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é no descompasso do meu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Nas mais puras formas de se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda se encontra o pouco do tormento&lt;br /&gt;Todas as noites que vem me buscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for riso de amor serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas se queres me sentir&lt;br /&gt;Escutarei as evidencias que me diz&lt;br /&gt;Que dentro desse jogo um dos dois vai partir. &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/5012728619671295423-3665839891916812064?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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que se calam sem sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Escondem o que se aprendeu na dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mel que se escorre&lt;br /&gt;Perfume e calor na canção&lt;br /&gt;Amor é a vida mais longa e mais vivida&lt;br /&gt;É parte de mim, é parte de nós&lt;br /&gt;Que não se esquece jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012728619671295423-6503709559191466613?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/6503709559191466613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=6503709559191466613' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/6503709559191466613'/><link rel='self' 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style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RuUzOWxm-UI/AAAAAAAAACk/wI_59IklDjY/s200/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ela queria parar. Colocar os pés no chão e descalça sair a pisar em tudo que lhe aborrecia. Queria olhar para o lado sentir-se tranqüila, rir de quem lhe devia e chorar pela tristeza que sentia. Sentada à frente da janela, ali estava pensativa. O que poderia ser mais aflitivo que a espera? O que seria mais angustiante do que observar os ponteiros do relógio para a experiência adentrar pelas frestas? Diziam-lhe que o tempo curava, mas ela adoecia. Diziam que o tempo passava, mas ela regredia.&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando Jorge, seu amigo de infância, lhe disse que em uma viagem de longa distância partiria. Sem que pudesse pensar, se despediram e ele pediu-lhe sua visita. Como um vento depois daquela partida, ela corre em direção ao futuro incerto, à procura de vida. Como se fosse distraída ao que lhe passava, mas dentro de um mundo só seu, ela vagueia a procura de uma resposta para a típica solidão cinzenta que presenciava. Como num raio vertiginoso, olhares se encontram. Era o grande amor da sua vida, indiferente à sua imagem, indiferente à sua dor. Em um piscar de olhos se esvaecesse e, por entre os passos largos e ligeiros finge, como um ator, sua dureza e rancor.&lt;br /&gt;Seu amigo Jorge a avisou, seria dura esta estadia. Mas não contava que o coração lhe dessa essa dica. E foi passando à frente do lugar frio, que Angélica desejou aquilo que naquele instante, lhe parecia uma tentação. O convite para virar estátua no Madame Tussauds lhe chegou em boa hora. Por mais que tivesse o sucesso e o que queria, o coração era vazio de alegria, sem propostas inovadoras e, era daquele jeito e naquele local, que seus dias passariam. Ela finalmente parou e deixou o coração partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012728619671295423-4921045474708772224?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/4921045474708772224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=4921045474708772224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/4921045474708772224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/4921045474708772224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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conhecer você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que pudesse sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Você veio me buscar&lt;br /&gt;No mundo em que estava&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui existe uma outra realidade&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais calma e serena&lt;br /&gt;Existe um mundo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Para eu vivenciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É das lágrimas que tirei a força&lt;br /&gt;Depois do susto, fiquei sempre alerta&lt;br /&gt;Dos desejos, consegui minha vitória&lt;br /&gt;E na vida, eu estava à sua espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012728619671295423-3148992766078169580?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/3148992766078169580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-3068985107079793942</id><published>2007-09-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:20:55.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A escada</title><content type='html'>Felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Contentamento&lt;br /&gt;Paz&lt;br /&gt;Tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;Medo&lt;br /&gt;Insegurança&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Fundo do poço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012728619671295423-3068985107079793942?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/3068985107079793942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-139373275653295366</id><published>2007-08-16T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:48:50.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou assim e ponto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RsSw1Gxm-SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f6KrJ4K_ccY/s1600-h/espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sou a o espinho da flor&lt;br /&gt;O nome da cor&lt;br /&gt;A música nata&lt;br /&gt;O canto de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou liberdade sem volta&lt;br /&gt;Caminho do ar&lt;br /&gt;Pedra lascada&lt;br /&gt;Areia e mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou espera infinita&lt;br /&gt;Razão reprimida&lt;br /&gt;Cola que fica&lt;br /&gt;Um breve pulsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sangue na veia&lt;br /&gt;Laços atados&lt;br /&gt;Vidas opostas&lt;br /&gt;Presa no laço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou toque suave&lt;br /&gt;Lenha e brasão&lt;br /&gt;Calma e intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Espuma do sabão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou vida sou morte&lt;br /&gt;Mordida de leão&lt;br /&gt;Ferida exposta&lt;br /&gt;Sou toda coração.&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/5012728619671295423-139373275653295366?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/139373275653295366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=139373275653295366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/139373275653295366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rov7HZgqfvI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZMssiaVE4ow/s200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não pensei que fosse assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria novas experiências de vida&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com um universo ideal para mim&lt;br /&gt;De repente fez escuro no destino&lt;br /&gt;Entrei em túnel sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As portas do incerto se abriram&lt;br /&gt;Tinha duas a escolher&lt;br /&gt;Fui até onde me coração dizia&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem mesmo ele conseguia entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sombra que perseguia&lt;br /&gt;Era ilusão que mais tarde eu iria ver&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer lugar para onde ia&lt;br /&gt;Tinha a certeza de não mais saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a intensidade dos desejos&lt;br /&gt;A minha vontade de crescer&lt;br /&gt;Que me feriam de tal forma&lt;br /&gt;E não me deixaram reerguer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À tona vem agora&lt;br /&gt;Os instantes que vivi&lt;br /&gt;A saudade chega logo&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre eu tentar fugir.&lt;/em&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/5012728619671295423-5854744640604280032?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/5854744640604280032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=5854744640604280032' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/5854744640604280032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/5854744640604280032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-pensei-que-fosse-assim-queria-novas.html' title=''/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</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/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rov7HZgqfvI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZMssiaVE4ow/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-3063051774256647339</id><published>2007-07-04T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:02:01.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segunda Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rov6lZgqfsI/AAAAAAAAABM/aQIKIDuGlKA/s1600-h/Natureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083432124827729602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rov6lZgqfsI/AAAAAAAAABM/aQIKIDuGlKA/s400/Natureza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2ª chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh verde! que eu conheci&lt;br /&gt;Bem verde quando a vi&lt;br /&gt;A semente estava aqui&lt;br /&gt;Agora não tem mais nada ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é natural se arranja&lt;br /&gt;Como gomos de laranja&lt;br /&gt;Como a força de uma lança&lt;br /&gt;O ambiente tenta e não alcança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era antes uma verdade&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só vaidade&lt;br /&gt;De quem espera na realidade&lt;br /&gt;Esperanças e prosperidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No embaraço da correnteza&lt;br /&gt;Só temos uma certeza&lt;br /&gt;Não vivemos com franqueza&lt;br /&gt;Sem a sabia natureza;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo no seu espaço&lt;br /&gt;Saindo fora do compasso&lt;br /&gt;O que era um grande laço&lt;br /&gt;Se perdeu em cada passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é esperado&lt;br /&gt;Um futuro não pensado&lt;br /&gt;Nas atitudes do passado&lt;br /&gt;Erroneamente tínhamos caminhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda podemos mexer&lt;br /&gt;Que seja em forma de querer&lt;br /&gt;Cuidar para receber&lt;br /&gt;Esse é a o instinto do ser.&lt;/em&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/5012728619671295423-3063051774256647339?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/3063051774256647339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=3063051774256647339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/3063051774256647339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/3063051774256647339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/07/segunda-chance.html' title='Segunda Chance'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</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/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rov6lZgqfsI/AAAAAAAAABM/aQIKIDuGlKA/s72-c/Natureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-5891406029880589131</id><published>2007-06-01T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:26:39.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RmAskZq7YTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WgZ5VxU71wM/s1600-h/Mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071102184297029938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RmAskZq7YTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WgZ5VxU71wM/s400/Mascara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Desejar ser o que não é ou, pior, desejar não ser o que é equivale a negar a si mesmo, mentir para a alma, anular sua essência. Sermos o que somos verdadeiramente é o único caminho para chegarmos a ser o que desejamos intensamente."&lt;br /&gt;Eugenio Mussak&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/5012728619671295423-5891406029880589131?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/5891406029880589131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=5891406029880589131' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/5891406029880589131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/5891406029880589131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/06/desejar-ser-o-que-no-ou-pior-desejar-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</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/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RmAskZq7YTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WgZ5VxU71wM/s72-c/Mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-4348620969662195477</id><published>2007-05-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:44:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RksUNJq7YSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U6RhKtsO2Hs/s1600-h/apontar2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065164422075080994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RksUNJq7YSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U6RhKtsO2Hs/s320/apontar2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Às vezes me pergunto: será que aquela pessoa que presumo conhecer muito bem é realmente transparente, me demonstra algo que não é, ou simplesmente eu que não enxergo sua verdadeira essência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobreponho preconceitos e fujo de confusão. Se caso eu julgue alguém erroneamente (ninguém está livre disso) recebo as devidas punições da sociedade. E quando me condenam por algo que não sou, não fiz, ou não participei passo a tomar as devidas precauções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade me escondo do que sei que não sou, mas não consigo me expressar quando um rótulo equivocado vem me procurar. Corro contra o tempo só porque não posso parar, na verdade queria descansar da opinião alheia e encontrar um grande modo para me amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regras e normas eu mesma faço, em cada ação coloco uma dose de generosidade, caráter e emoção. Minha única razão é veracidade dos meus sentimentos, demonstrada na força do meu instinto, intuição e vocação. Pensem o que quiser, mas não pensem sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho orgulho de estar no mundo e fazer bem o meu papel. &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/5012728619671295423-4348620969662195477?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/4348620969662195477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=4348620969662195477' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/4348620969662195477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/4348620969662195477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/05/s-vezes-me-pergunto.html' title=''/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</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/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RksUNJq7YSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U6RhKtsO2Hs/s72-c/apontar2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-6986762697299720723</id><published>2007-05-07T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:38:05.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Laranja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rj9_5ShzvwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsv-rErp6Co/s1600-h/laranja-castanhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061905128390639362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rj9_5ShzvwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsv-rErp6Co/s320/laranja-castanhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aos olhos, cor forte e vibrante, ao coração reconfortante e calorosa. Laranja saborosa, laranja azeda e laranja lima. Meu pé de laranja, meu amigo laranja, minha metade. Ele é um laranja, sua blusa é laranja. Vitamina C, saúde, vitalidade. Feijoada, suco, salada. Na roça, no sitio na chácara. No biquíni, na meia e na calça lavada. É casca, é gomo, é mastigada. De longe laranja, de perto laranja, sempre laranja.&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/5012728619671295423-6986762697299720723?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/6986762697299720723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=6986762697299720723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/6986762697299720723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/6986762697299720723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/05/ao-laranja.html' title='Ao Laranja'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</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/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rj9_5ShzvwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dsv-rErp6Co/s72-c/laranja-castanhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-6971946713819609023</id><published>2007-05-05T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:45:32.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/Rj4hFihzvvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ec0Knp4v6x0/s1600-h/bateria+01011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zélia Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Christiaan Oyens e Zélia Duncan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faça o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinta o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pense o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom pra você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coma o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volte ao que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom pra você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guarda pro final&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquele sabor genial &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se é genial pra você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tente o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Permita o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descubra o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom pra você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então beije o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostre o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excite o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom pra você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia você me conta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia você me apronta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um resumo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do supra-sumo do seu prazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um resumo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do supra-sumo do seu prazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pese o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perceba o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decida o que é bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decida o que é bom pra você... &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/5012728619671295423-6971946713819609023?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/6971946713819609023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=6971946713819609023' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/6971946713819609023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/6971946713819609023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/05/bom-pra-voc.html' title='Bom pra você'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-4571633473247862114</id><published>2007-04-25T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:57:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saga do Só</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje sinto minha alma calada.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma flor sem companhia&lt;br /&gt;Dos pássaros que cantavam no jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou folha morta, esperando um fim&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento me leve&lt;br /&gt;E me leve bem longe daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que meus olhos vejam&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não sinta&lt;br /&gt;E que minha mente vagueie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vazio é padecimento&lt;br /&gt;A espera é sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Meu cansaço é de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado que me segue&lt;br /&gt;No futuro que me aguarda&lt;br /&gt;O presente é minha sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu modifico, eu guardo, eu choro&lt;br /&gt;Eu invento, eu suplico, eu ando&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha estou em muitos cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio-me ao mundo assim&lt;br /&gt;Derradeira companhia terá fim&lt;br /&gt;Partirei por horas dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012728619671295423-4571633473247862114?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/4571633473247862114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=4571633473247862114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/4571633473247862114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/4571633473247862114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/04/saga-do-s_25.html' title='A Saga do Só'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-6195595253866708881</id><published>2007-04-23T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:57:55.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa vida, nosso tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo a vida como se fosse minha preparação para morte. Sim, para morte, porque essa é a nossa sina incontestável. Morremos porque temos que encerrar um ciclo sem dia e hora marcada. Na terra deixamos nossos feitos memoráveis sem sabermos o quão serão admirados e criticados.&lt;br /&gt;Corremos contra o tempo e ele corre contra nós. Os passos rápidos muitas vezes parecem lentos, o piscar de olhos dura uma eternidade. A fadiga dura o tempo necessário para que, mesmo não satisfeitos, possamos descansar. Esse é o tempo que podemos controlar. Viver com o pé no chão, ou de pernas para o ar. O que importa é se viva como tem que ser.&lt;br /&gt;Que o destino, uma força ou qualquer outro nome que queiramos designar, se encarreguem de transformar, o que supostamente seria certo ou errado em algo surpreendente e avassalador. Só assim a vida tem graça, só assim entendemos a verdadeira função do existir e o tempo torna um grande aliado para recomeçar.&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/5012728619671295423-6195595253866708881?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/6195595253866708881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=6195595253866708881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/6195595253866708881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/6195595253866708881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/04/nossa-vida-nosso-tempo.html' title='Nossa vida, nosso tempo.'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-1877784350226535497</id><published>2007-04-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:59:57.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou incomunicável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RiTYtK1WKmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/61CvxanCkac/s1600-h/Figura1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No meu mundo não há telefone, correio, televisão rádio ou internet. No meu dia-a-dia não há revista, jornal e muito menos manchete. O que há somente é a minha forte vontade de alcançar, mas infelizmente, por enquanto, não saio do lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinha e não tenho nem pra onde olhar, palavras não poderei pronunciar. Se tenho uma caneta, me tiram o papel, se tenho muito a falar, calam minha boca, se preciso gritar, tiram a minha voz.&lt;br /&gt;No espaço da comunicação eu não tenho lugar. Apenas entendo, absorvo e fico a sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5012728619671295423-1877784350226535497?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/1877784350226535497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=1877784350226535497' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/1877784350226535497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/1877784350226535497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/04/estou-incomunicvel.html' title='Estou incomunicável'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-5438527738324608501</id><published>2007-04-16T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:01:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RiOy-q1WKlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fm2yYAXGz60/s1600-h/salto%2520e%2520ponta_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054079996559501906" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RiOy-q1WKlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fm2yYAXGz60/s200/salto%2520e%2520ponta_jpg.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Indecisões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se apenas olho, se bem observo ou se me fecho.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se vou para a direita, viro para a esquerda ou se ando reto.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se faço, se me acomodo ou espero.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se muito desejo, se compro ou se apenas quero.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se amo, se odeio ou venero.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se choro, se me acalmo ou me desespero.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se acho feio, se admiro ou acho belo.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se sou bacana, inteligente ou esperto.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se estou atrasado, muito adiantado ou bem lerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se pulo, se danço e me libero.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se escrevo, se falo ou se agora confesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012728619671295423-5438527738324608501?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/5438527738324608501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=5438527738324608501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/5438527738324608501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/5438527738324608501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/04/indecises.html' title='Indecisões'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</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/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RiOy-q1WKlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fm2yYAXGz60/s72-c/salto%2520e%2520ponta_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012728619671295423.post-2640152745215714359</id><published>2007-04-14T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:59:09.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Começar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RiFDa61WKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XDcIAv1l5q8/s1600-h/passos-na-areia-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053394386635074114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RiFDa61WKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XDcIAv1l5q8/s200/passos-na-areia-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começo do meio, pois o início de tudo já se foi, mas o fim eu ainda posso transformar...&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/5012728619671295423-2640152745215714359?l=tatisar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/feeds/2640152745215714359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5012728619671295423&amp;postID=2640152745215714359' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/2640152745215714359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012728619671295423/posts/default/2640152745215714359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisar.blogspot.com/2007/04/comear.html' title='Começar'/><author><name>Tati Risso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586393025569430141</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/_f8h0zZPU9Hc/RiFDa61WKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XDcIAv1l5q8/s72-c/passos-na-areia-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
