<?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-7043748950737261612</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:32:28.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POETISA DAS SOMBRAS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-910752054212983707</id><published>2011-01-13T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:40:46.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Promessa de um morto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Laminas afiadas cortam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viagem sem destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te levam a qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não tape os ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escute-me gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Veja quem foi embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você ainda pode acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp; agora que tudo virou passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escreveram meu nome em um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lugar fechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E levantaram sobre ele uma cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mim perdia nos desejos insanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De tentar o quase impossivel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;de se fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mim perdia em um abraço quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em um beijo fervoroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mim perdia no calor do seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mim perdi em um olhar triste e sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E morri nestes braços que já não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;posso sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vida é muito longa quando se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;está sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porém curta,quando não queremos ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Más a vida não acaba tão simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu fiz uma promessa pela qual voltei aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E embora não consiga sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu sempre te beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antes de você dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043748950737261612-910752054212983707?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/910752054212983707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=910752054212983707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/910752054212983707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/910752054212983707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2011/01/promessa-de-um-morto-laminas-afiadas.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-6069388814870730699</id><published>2010-10-18T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:13:42.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ADEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAL CONSIGO VER A LUA DAQUI&lt;br /&gt;MIM DOI MUITO MAS PERMANEÇO ASSIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;VEJO A LUA SANGRANDO EM MEU INCONCIENTE&lt;br /&gt;SINTO UMA BALA MIM&lt;br /&gt;SANGRANDO POR DENTRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO MIM ARREPENDO DE&amp;nbsp; NADA QUE FIZ&lt;br /&gt;MORRERIA DE NOVO PARA SALVAR SUA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;A FUMAÇA DA GUERRA OFUSCA O BRILHO DOS SEUS OLHOS&lt;br /&gt;O SANGUE ESCORRE EM MEU ROSTO&lt;br /&gt;PERMANEÇO CALADA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINHA ULTIMA PALAVRA&lt;br /&gt;FOI O SEU NOME&lt;br /&gt;MINHA ÚLTIMA LÁGRIMA&lt;br /&gt;FOI DE TRISTEZA&lt;br /&gt;SEU ROSTO MINHA BELEZA&lt;br /&gt;SEU BEIJO UM ADEUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUDO QUE OUSO É O BARULHO DO TIRO&lt;br /&gt;TUDO QUE MIM RESTA É UM ULTIMO SUSPIRO&lt;br /&gt;TUDO QUE QUERO É UM ABRAÇO SEU&lt;br /&gt;TODO TEMPO QUE TENHO&lt;br /&gt;É&amp;nbsp; PARA TE DIZER&lt;br /&gt;ADEUS.&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/7043748950737261612-6069388814870730699?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/6069388814870730699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=6069388814870730699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/6069388814870730699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/6069388814870730699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2010/10/adeus-mal-consigo-ver-lua-daqui-mim-doi.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-5998928751858839855</id><published>2010-01-09T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:35:07.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A minha pessoa mais importante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui busca-lo longe demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O encontrei perto e sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andamos em caminhos dificeis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de se trilhar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E com o passar do tempo não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;queriamos mais seguir sozinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas duas pegadas ficaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;marcadas no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porém dois seres caminhavam ali&lt;br /&gt;Nossas mentes se tornaram insanas&lt;br /&gt;Mas nossos pés continuaram a seguir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued...) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/7043748950737261612-5998928751858839855?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/5998928751858839855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=5998928751858839855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/5998928751858839855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/5998928751858839855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-pessoa-mais-importante.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-1908234846479976277</id><published>2010-01-01T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:36:27.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;O CORTEJO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carregando o peso de uma nação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tentando ser o mais forte possivel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje eu vejo nos olhos de quem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;viveu muitos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As tristes flores que plantei na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sobreviver aqui tornou-se cada vez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mais dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os seres humanos tornaram-se máquinas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;de destruíção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As águas limpídas que corriam nos rios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje são o veneno deixado por uma nação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não posso mudar tudo que fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Meu corpo ainda sangra por antigas feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos tão pequenos diante dos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E passamos anos e anos tentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;entender a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantas oportunidades surgiram em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os corvos passaram ,mas ninguém os viram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estavam todos olhando em outra direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todos se foram sem dar um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; text-align: center;"&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/7043748950737261612-1908234846479976277?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/1908234846479976277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=1908234846479976277' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/1908234846479976277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/1908234846479976277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-cortejo.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-7786554186109152577</id><published>2009-11-09T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:15:38.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAUDADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;NADA É O SUFICIENTE PARA ACALMAR ESSA DOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;QUE&amp;nbsp; ESTÁ ME RASGANDO SEM PIEDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NADA MAIS SERIA O SUFICIENTE PARA MIM TORNAR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FORTE NOVAMENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ERAMOS&amp;nbsp; UM HOMEM E UMA MULHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ERAMOS APENAS EU E VOCÊ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MAS QUANDO TE VI INDO EMBORA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ENTREGUEI MINHA VIDA EM SUAS MÃOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ENTREGUEI MINHA FORÇA PARA SUA ALMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MAS SÓ EXISTE CHÃO DEPOIS DA TEMPESTADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E NÓS ESTAMOS NADANDO EM UM MAR NEGRO.&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/7043748950737261612-7786554186109152577?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/7786554186109152577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=7786554186109152577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/7786554186109152577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/7786554186109152577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/11/saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-2751297828201772364</id><published>2009-10-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:44:25.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Filosofia de uma ninguém&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filosofar não cansa,não machuca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ser um ninguém,é ser muito mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que uma simples pedra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fazer parte do mundo,é ser forte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O bastante para suporta-lo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ser o melhor de alguém,é ser o melhor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De si mesmo,e o orgulho de um coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferido pelo amanhã&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;O objetivo não é sempre o mesmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas é um só&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nem todos os sonhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nos transmite medo,é só olhar ao redor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sou a ninguém de ontem e de amanhã&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sou o porém de hoje e hoje eu sou a pior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Más amanhã não estarei viva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para viver o melhor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Suportar as agonias da vida &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não é tão facil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando se está só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Passei minha vida perdida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nas páginas de um livro qualquer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivendo nas ilusões caídas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De uma montanha que ainda está em pé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E quem é que vive na linha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lendo as páginas de filosofia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do livro de uma ninguém.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043748950737261612-2751297828201772364?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/2751297828201772364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=2751297828201772364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/2751297828201772364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/2751297828201772364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/10/filosofia-de-um-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-7101228692299629621</id><published>2009-10-15T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:26:06.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NÃO PODEMOS SEGUIR MUITO ALÉM DO QUE OS NOSSOS PÉS ALCANÇAM,POIS OS BURACOS SÃO LARGOS E PROFUNDOS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043748950737261612-7101228692299629621?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/7101228692299629621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=7101228692299629621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/7101228692299629621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/7101228692299629621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-obscura-cruz-e-sousa-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-5146065960979156400</id><published>2009-04-08T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:10:11.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEU ÚLTIMO DIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;COM UM PENSAMENTO FÚNEBRE&lt;br /&gt;E UM FUTURO MORTAL&lt;br /&gt;DERRAMO MINHAS ÚLTIMAS LÁGRIMAS&lt;br /&gt;UM DIA ANTES DO FINAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEIXO ESTA VIDA SEM SABER&lt;br /&gt;SE NESTE MUNDO HÁ ALGO QUE EU POSSA TEMER&lt;br /&gt;VOLTAREI PARA TERMINAR&lt;br /&gt;UMA TRISTE ROTA DE AGONIA&lt;br /&gt;E VIREI TE VER TODAS AS NOITES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ATÉ O SEU ÚLTIMO DIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ FOI MUITO MAIS PARA MIM&lt;br /&gt;UM SENTIDO DADO A ESTA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;SÓ LAMENTO AGORA PENSAR&lt;br /&gt;QUE COM UM TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;TERÁ MIM ESQUECIDO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E MESMO DISTANTE DE MUITAS FORMAS&lt;br /&gt;TENHA CERTEZA QUE ESTAREI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;TE OUVINDO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043748950737261612-5146065960979156400?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/5146065960979156400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=5146065960979156400' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/5146065960979156400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/5146065960979156400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/04/meu-ultimo-dia-com-um-pensamento.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-2231028475628355535</id><published>2009-04-05T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:31:22.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;VOZES DO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALÉM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ELES ESTÃO CANTANDO&lt;br /&gt;TODOS TRISTES&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊS NÃO VÊEM?&lt;br /&gt;ELES GRITAM TAMBÉM&lt;br /&gt;GRITAM PARA MIM&lt;br /&gt;ELES MIM CHAMAM&lt;br /&gt;MIM CHAMAM PARA DORMIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU QUERO IR&lt;br /&gt;DEPOIS DE TANTOS DIAS DE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;INSÔNIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU QUERO PODER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DORMIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODOS ACHAM QUE SOU LOUCA&lt;br /&gt;MAS LOUCA NÃO PENSA ASSIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU SIMPLESMENTE OUSO&lt;br /&gt;O QUE NINGUÉM CONSEGUE OUVIR&lt;br /&gt;E VEJO O QUE ELES MAIS TEMEM&lt;br /&gt;UMA REALIDADE TENTANDO NOS DESTRUIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELES ESTÃO SEMPRE MIM CHAMANDO&lt;br /&gt;MIM CHAMANDO PARA DORMIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEREI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;INVISIVEL&lt;/span&gt; COMO ELES&lt;br /&gt;E SÓ AS ÁGUAS E OS ESPELHOS&lt;br /&gt;PODERÃO MIM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;REFLETIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELES ESTÃO MIM CHAMANDO NOVAMENTE&lt;br /&gt;MIM CHAMANDO PARA DORMIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7043748950737261612-2231028475628355535?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/2231028475628355535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=2231028475628355535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/2231028475628355535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/2231028475628355535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/04/vozes-do-alem-eles-estao-cantando-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-2022224771612329376</id><published>2009-01-29T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:06:03.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;CHUVA DE SANGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O QUE DIRÁ O HOMEM QUANDO CHEGAR SEU FIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONDE USARÁ A FACA PARA SEU ULTIMO CORTE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORQUE SEMPRE ESCONDEM A VERDADE PARA ESCAPAR DA MORTE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FERREM UM HOMEM COMO FERRAM UM CAVALO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLOQUE UM PREÇO EM SUA VIDA E ELE SERÁ CAÇADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONDE ESTÃO SEUS VALORES AGORA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOCÊ AINDA SORRI,ENQUANTO UMA CRIANÇA CHORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;O SOL QUEIMA E A LUA DEVORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIGA SEU RASTRO E VEJA QUEM FOI EMBORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NADA MAIS IMPORTA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENTÃO DEIXE TUDO E RECOMECE OUTRA VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUEREMOS CAMINHAR COM A TOCHA DA VITÓRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAS O HOMEM ESTÁ TOMBANDO O MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;E NEM OS PÁSSAROS SOBREVIVERÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;AGORA DÊ UMA ULTIMA OLHADA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORQUE A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DESTRUIÇÃO&lt;/span&gt; REPRESENTA O FIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E HOJE A CHUVA SERÁ DE SANGUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043748950737261612-2022224771612329376?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/2022224771612329376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=2022224771612329376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/2022224771612329376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/2022224771612329376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/01/chuva-de-sangue-o-que-dira-o-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-1210348815132301370</id><published>2009-01-06T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:52:27.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORTE SOLITÁRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;UMA EXPRESSÃO TRISTE NO ROSTO&lt;br /&gt;UM BRILHO NEGRO NO OLHAR&lt;br /&gt;UMA PELE FRIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;REFLETINDO&lt;/span&gt; O BRILHO DO LUAR&lt;br /&gt;DORMINDO EM UM LUGAR ESCURO&lt;br /&gt;SEM PODER ACORDAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESSE DIA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MELANCÓLICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU VEJO O ABANDONO&lt;br /&gt;NENHUMA LÁGRIMA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CAIU&lt;/span&gt; SOBRE ELE&lt;br /&gt;NENHUMA ALMA ENTROU EM DESESPERO&lt;br /&gt;NENHUMA MOSKA REPOUSA EM SEU TÚMULO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043748950737261612-1210348815132301370?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/1210348815132301370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=1210348815132301370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/1210348815132301370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/1210348815132301370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/01/morte-solitria-uma-expresso-triste-no.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-4497262588113072796</id><published>2009-01-06T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:51:05.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FANTASMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;PELA IMENSIDÃO DO MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;TE ENCONTREI EM UM LUGAR FRIO&lt;br /&gt;ESTE LUGAR ESTÁ TÃO ESCURO&lt;br /&gt;ESTE LUGAR ESTÁ TÃO VAZIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS MINHAS LÁGRIMAS CAEM COMO GELO&lt;br /&gt;EM UMA NOITE DE TEMPESTADE&lt;br /&gt;OS MEUS LAMENTOS SE ESPALHAM AO VENTO&lt;br /&gt;E OS MEUS GRITOS ABREM PASSAGEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO ISOLADA&lt;br /&gt;NESSE LUGAR ESCURO&lt;br /&gt;SEM PASSADO&lt;br /&gt;SEM PRESENTE&lt;br /&gt;SEM FUTURO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO A TRISTEZA VEM&lt;br /&gt;EU MIM DEITO E CHORO&lt;br /&gt;AO SOM DE UMA TRISTE MELODIA&lt;br /&gt;ENTÃO EU MIM PERGUNTO AS VEZES&lt;br /&gt;SE ALGUM DIA EU TEREI EXISTIDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043748950737261612-4497262588113072796?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/4497262588113072796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=4497262588113072796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/4497262588113072796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/4497262588113072796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/01/fantasma-pela-imensido-do-mundo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-5165176619889688683</id><published>2009-01-06T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:10:58.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAMINHANDO PARA O FIM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E COM O OLHAR EXAUSTIVO DA CRIANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; DEIXA-SE A LEMBRANÇA E O SORRISO PARA TRÁS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; APENAS LÁGRIMAS LHE RESTAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; MORREM AS PESSOAS E AS FLORESTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; POR ONDE UM DIA VOCÊ PASSOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; RESTARÁ APENAS UM OLHAR CANSADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; OLHANDO CORPOS DESPEDAÇADOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; E O HOMEM DESTRUINDO O MUNDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; CANSADA DA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MESMISSE&lt;/span&gt; DOS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ÚLTIMOS&lt;/span&gt; TEMPOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; AS VEZES CHORO, AS VEZES PENSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; QUE NÃO TENHO MAIS NADA AQUI NESSE MUNDO.&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/7043748950737261612-5165176619889688683?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/5165176619889688683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=5165176619889688683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/5165176619889688683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/5165176619889688683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/01/caminhando-para-o-fim-e-com-o-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-2222638504492771930</id><published>2009-01-06T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:36:36.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FERA DA MEIA NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUANDO ANDAVA ENTRE O PÂNTANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATRAVÉS DA NEBLINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AVISTEI BEM NO TOPO DA COLINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;UMA FERA UIVANDO PRA LUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACORRENTADA PELA TRISTEZA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIVENDO UMA MALDIÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUANDO O SINO DA MEIA NOITE TOCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSFORMA-SE O SEU CORPO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E O SEU CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;COM GARRAS AFIADAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUEBRANDO GALHOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E MARCANDO O CHÃO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESSA É A FERA SOLITÁRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUE A MEIA NOITE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIVE UMA MALDIÇÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7043748950737261612-2222638504492771930?l=simonesuzart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/feeds/2222638504492771930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043748950737261612&amp;postID=2222638504492771930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/2222638504492771930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043748950737261612/posts/default/2222638504492771930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonesuzart.blogspot.com/2009/01/fera-da-meia-noite-quando-andava-entre.html' title='FERA DA MEIA NOITE'/><author><name>poetisa das sombras</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oK1n5wDdvI/SotHZlNrrLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/s5CHJmZEeKA/S220/fre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043748950737261612.post-328783611426894961</id><published>2008-12-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:48:13.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;mim sinto só&lt;br /&gt;neste lugar vazio&lt;br /&gt;não ouso choros&lt;br /&gt;neste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cemitério&lt;/span&gt; frio&lt;br /&gt;já é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora eu sei &lt;br /&gt;agora entendo&lt;br /&gt;porque chorei&lt;br /&gt;porque sorri&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;mas eu morri&lt;br /&gt;não derramem&lt;br /&gt;se quer uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt; por mim&lt;br /&gt;não lamentem&lt;br /&gt;não se culpem&lt;br /&gt;não sofram&lt;br /&gt;chorando assim&lt;br /&gt;mas mim guardem na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;porque eu nunca os esqueci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no meu túmulo uma foto antiga e&lt;br /&gt;uma escritura meio apagada:&lt;br /&gt;-andou nas sombras,foi poeta e morreu na estrada&lt;br /&gt;sem nome, sem data, sem nada&lt;br /&gt;andou só, amou só, viveu só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;talvez&lt;/span&gt; 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