<?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-4128683303868818246</id><updated>2011-12-14T00:09:17.138-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em miúdos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5796047012471985461</id><published>2011-12-06T16:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:48:07.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relógio quebrado</title><content type='html'>Quebrar o tempo, quebrar relógios... tudo o que eu poderia querer! Brecar a fugacidade dos segundos só pra ter, por perto por mais tempo, as vidas que fazem parte da minha vida! Mais tempo... mais tempo pra conversar, ouvir suas risadas, assustar com seus espirros, dizer o quanto o admiro. Eu quero quebrar relógios, parar o correr das horas, porque essas despedidas impostas pela brutalidade do tempo quebraram meu coração. E cada caquinho remonta um momento, uma saudade grande!&lt;br /&gt;"Não tenho medo, está chegando a hora de fazer a viagem!" Eu não acreditei, porque as pessoas da minha vida deveriam ser eternas. Sim, eu sou ingênua desse jeito, viu?! Também não sou valente, nem brilhante como o senhor, e por isso, peço desculpas pelas lágrimas incessantes, quando merece belas homenagens. Mas, eu sou péssima em despedidas, sua ausência dói. Vai em paz! Por aqui, como o tempo continua a passar...  Até um dia!&lt;br /&gt;Fica com Deus, coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Hermano Francisco dos Santos, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in memoriam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meu bisavô e uma das pessoas mais brilhantes e admiráveis que conheci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5796047012471985461?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5796047012471985461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/12/relogio-quebrado.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5796047012471985461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5796047012471985461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/12/relogio-quebrado.html' title='Relógio quebrado'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-1289376675934684234</id><published>2011-09-21T22:54:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T01:15:34.811-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedir dá febre</title><content type='html'>"Despedir dá febre", já dizia Guimarães Rosa. E dá mesmo, vem aquele calor de dentro do peito, que sobe para o rosto, formando lágrimas quentes. Despedir dói! Essa febre queima a garganta, arde a alma, ferve o sangue, faz latejar os sentidos. Despedir dói! Não há antipirético que solucione a hipertermia, não há analgésico que faça a dor parar... Só as lágrimas podem confortar, somente as boas recordações podem anunciar a calmaria. Apenas o tempo pode diminuir a dor da saudade e provocar um sorriso nostálgico na evocação de uma memória. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nos separamos agora, para um dia nos reencontrarmos! Enquanto isso, procurarei seu sorriso nas estrelas, pois tenho a certeza de que você estará se divertindo por lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a Hilda Leite Ribeiro, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in memoriam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R22JHKoXC3M/Tnq2IT4UiBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JCuogWFdLhk/s1600/300486_159843164104202_100002355588688_322490_1576252061_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R22JHKoXC3M/Tnq2IT4UiBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JCuogWFdLhk/s320/300486_159843164104202_100002355588688_322490_1576252061_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655032536008787986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-1289376675934684234?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/1289376675934684234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/09/despedir-da-febre.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1289376675934684234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1289376675934684234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/09/despedir-da-febre.html' title='Despedir dá febre'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R22JHKoXC3M/Tnq2IT4UiBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JCuogWFdLhk/s72-c/300486_159843164104202_100002355588688_322490_1576252061_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-3573145069948894928</id><published>2011-05-11T10:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:12:43.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concordando em discordar</title><content type='html'>"Não é só pelo simples fato de ser do contra". Não, na verdade, a cada divergência de opiniões, os olhos dele brilhavam de entusiasmo na quase vã tentativa de a convencer da sua certeza. E ela adorava aquelas estrelas reluzentes que convidavam a viver...&lt;br /&gt;"Sabe, continuarei discordando de você! É tão fácil viver assim... Ser do contra ao seu lado é ser feliz."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-3573145069948894928?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/3573145069948894928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/05/concordando-em-discordar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3573145069948894928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3573145069948894928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/05/concordando-em-discordar.html' title='Concordando em discordar'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-1986686772587714837</id><published>2011-05-09T12:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:25:27.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez...</title><content type='html'>Talvez, fôra apenas sadismo. Aliás, sadismo à flor da pele, que o cegara para qualquer sentimento alheio, fazendo-o colocar em riste a espada só para magoar.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, em sua sádica loucura, acreditara que após a mágoa, poderia lançar-se como um nobre fidalgo e herói para salvá-la da tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, fôra singela inocência. Acreditara que ela não saberia, continuando a insistir na ilusão, na existência daquele amor cortês...&lt;br /&gt;Sádico ou inocente: ele ainda tinha muito o que aprender! &lt;br /&gt;Talvez, como nobre fidalgo errante aprenda a amar sem cicatrizes...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, como nobre cavaleiro aprenda que existem rainhas mais fortes que os reis por essas terras...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, aprenda que o xadrez metaforiza a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, aprenda a fazer sentido... e a ver que tudo faz sentido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-1986686772587714837?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/1986686772587714837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/05/talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1986686772587714837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1986686772587714837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/05/talvez.html' title='Talvez...'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-7672430739759613499</id><published>2011-05-09T12:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:10:22.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível bem-me-quer</title><content type='html'>Na brincadeira de despetalar flores, tirei a sorte grande: um perene bem-me-quer! Mas, brinquei com flores do cerrado, que não nascem na mata atlântica.&lt;br /&gt;E minha prenda foi florescendo tão, tão distante...&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração foi desfolhando em saudades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-7672430739759613499?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/7672430739759613499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/05/impossivel-bem-me-quer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7672430739759613499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7672430739759613499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/05/impossivel-bem-me-quer.html' title='Impossível bem-me-quer'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5184619885478310981</id><published>2011-05-09T12:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:06:06.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>Tão visível a ansiedade nos ponteiros do relógio, que retraídos e tímidos seguem seu rítmo mecânico.&lt;br /&gt;Reparou no céu azul?&lt;br /&gt;Tão visível as escadas preparadas pelas nuvens, mas os pés estavam tão distantes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5184619885478310981?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5184619885478310981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/05/espera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5184619885478310981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5184619885478310981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/05/espera.html' title='Espera'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-1747237888771638322</id><published>2011-04-04T11:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:33:45.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O encolhimento do mundo</title><content type='html'>"O míope vê o mundo menor!". Sentiu-se atordoado com o som dessa verdade. Doía muito pensar que pudesse sentir menos por ver o mundo menor. Afinal, seus pés percorreram uma estrada, na qual aprendeu que sentir era tudo o que poderia oferecer ao mundo. Sentia que podia consertar o que estava errado. Sentia que podia transformar lágrimas em sorrisos. Sentia todo o sentimento do mundo... quão menores ou curtos tornaram-se esses sentimentos com o repentino encolhimento do planeta? Doía... só os míopes... &lt;br /&gt;Ele via o mundo menor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-1747237888771638322?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/1747237888771638322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-encolhimento-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1747237888771638322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1747237888771638322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-encolhimento-do-mundo.html' title='O encolhimento do mundo'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-8539812920594511240</id><published>2011-04-03T09:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:40:04.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de verão</title><content type='html'>Aconteceu quando não esperavam. Todas as frases, todas as músicas, as situações tão parecidas com cenas de filme...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o amor de verão conhece empecilhos demais, e a vida não é filme. O amor de verão pega uma maria fumaça, e torce para que ela não quebre no caminho, que chegue no destino para de lá saltar! O amor de verão espera ser mais do que apenas uma estação, sonha ser eterno... apenas sonha. Porque, ele conhece poesias e verdades, ele sabe que Vinícius de Moraes estava certo: "Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama. Mas, que seja infinito enquanto dure". Porque, o que o amor de verão mais sabe é ser infinito...&lt;br /&gt;E quando a chama apaga, o amor de verão se transforma. E porque, o amor é a essência da vida, ele jamais acaba. Conhece algo mais forte, bonito e verdadeiro do que a amizade?&lt;br /&gt; -"E aí? Vamos ver o jogo?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-8539812920594511240?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/8539812920594511240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/8539812920594511240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/8539812920594511240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-de-verao.html' title='Amor de verão'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5675836959356269202</id><published>2011-04-03T09:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:11:48.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reticências</title><content type='html'>É o silêncio pendente, a resposta desprovida de palavras. É o esclarecimento por inércia... É o silêncio que grita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5675836959356269202?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5675836959356269202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/04/reticencias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5675836959356269202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5675836959356269202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/04/reticencias.html' title='Reticências'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-7690928043118563085</id><published>2011-03-29T14:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:28:57.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Euforia</title><content type='html'>Nota-se... é tão perceptível a qualquer um que ela já não caminha, mas flutua. Tem não mais pés humanos, mas os de um deus grego, Hermes. Salta aos olhos: ela anda nas nuvens, conhece o céu. O nome disso? Felicidade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-7690928043118563085?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/7690928043118563085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/03/euforia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7690928043118563085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7690928043118563085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/03/euforia.html' title='Euforia'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-8116454341340839593</id><published>2011-03-10T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:49:48.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde mora o amor?</title><content type='html'>“O que a memória ama, fica eterno.&lt;br /&gt; Te amo com a memória, imperecível.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse categoricamente que Adélia Prado estava errada. A memória é perecível e a demência mata o amor. O “porém” foi tal conclusão: revoltou-se, quando a disse em voz alta. Foi só então, que decidiu procurar onde mora o amor! Ela sentia demais, amava demais para suportar o esquecimento, o esvanecimento de tudo o que lhe era tão querido. Se a memória não é eterna, onde mais se guarda o amor? Como tornar o amor eterno?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-8116454341340839593?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/8116454341340839593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/03/onde-mora-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/8116454341340839593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/8116454341340839593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/03/onde-mora-o-amor.html' title='Onde mora o amor?'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-7801602423212758724</id><published>2011-03-10T10:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:47:26.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mergulho</title><content type='html'>Após tantas disussões, era a primeira vez em que realmente conversavam. Ele sentia a angústia entalada na garganta, aquele medo de descobrir o fim, mas já era hora de encarar a realidade. E foi naquele instante de silêncio, em que soluções, respostas, frases de efeito são procuradas, naquele instante em que as palavras não saem, e o vazio de sons torna-se constrangedor, que os olhos dele procuraram os dela. Tantas vezes isso já havia acontecido, tantas vezes os olhares se atraíram... porém, dessa vez, o sentido era diferente.&lt;br /&gt;- O que foi?&lt;br /&gt;- Quero ver seus olhos. Quero mergulhar no seu olhar e descobrir se meus sonhos ainda fazem parte do seu futuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-7801602423212758724?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/7801602423212758724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/03/mergulho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7801602423212758724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7801602423212758724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2011/03/mergulho.html' title='Mergulho'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2389359817532606768</id><published>2010-10-16T22:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:36:51.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ansiedade</title><content type='html'>No estômago, uma revoada de borboletas anunciava que a felicidade estava chegando. No coração, pulsava a esperança de reviver aquele cafuné interrompido. Ainda sonhava com o momento em que o tempo parara e o mundo tornara-se só seu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2389359817532606768?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2389359817532606768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/10/ansiedade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2389359817532606768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2389359817532606768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/10/ansiedade.html' title='Ansiedade'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2054225592901555274</id><published>2010-10-16T22:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:27:32.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisão</title><content type='html'>Percebeu que precisava decidir. Apaixonou-se por tomar decisões. Decidiu o que queria, decidiu que conseguiria. Então, valorizou o olhar, expressando nele um constante convite: "embarca nessa comigo?". Decidiu que não teria pressa, curtiu cada momento, cada detalhe, aqueles dias melhores, e os outros nem tão bons assim também. Por fim, decidiu amar os dias perfeitos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2054225592901555274?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2054225592901555274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/10/decisao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2054225592901555274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2054225592901555274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/10/decisao.html' title='Decisão'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-6755977422468062126</id><published>2010-10-16T19:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:54:12.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquecimento</title><content type='html'>Estava meio perdida dentro de casa, sentia falta de algo que não podia identificar. Resolveu arrumar o guarda-roupas e as gavetas na esperança de encontrar o que lhe fazia falta. Mas, só quando o rádio tocou aquela música que percebeu. Faltava ele e a lembrança dele... sua imagem estava desaparecendo, aos poucos ia se perdendo da mente dela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-6755977422468062126?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/6755977422468062126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/10/esquecimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/6755977422468062126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/6755977422468062126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/10/esquecimento.html' title='Esquecimento'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-9144881513155523005</id><published>2010-06-07T01:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:17:38.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tchau</title><content type='html'>Odeio despedidas. Detesto a angústia amarga, que irrompe no coração, prenunciando a saudade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-9144881513155523005?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/9144881513155523005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/06/tchau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/9144881513155523005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/9144881513155523005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/06/tchau.html' title='Tchau'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2340356579558072680</id><published>2010-05-16T11:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:58:10.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruídos cardíacos</title><content type='html'>Pensando bem, eu deveria ter lhe ensinado os sons das bulhas cardíacas, o significado dos ritmos e arritmias. E agora, me pergunto, será que você sabe? Você consegue decifrar os mistérios sonoros do coração? Você consegue perceber o ritmo acelerado, o compasso ágil e alegre, a festa iniciada por esse meu percussionista genioso ao menor sinal de sua presença?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2340356579558072680?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2340356579558072680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/ruidos-cardiacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2340356579558072680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2340356579558072680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/ruidos-cardiacos.html' title='Ruídos cardíacos'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-3938803906533944747</id><published>2010-05-15T10:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:41:56.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada na laje</title><content type='html'>Em busca de estrelas cadentes para aliviar a pressão do coração... tão cheio de pedidos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-3938803906533944747?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/3938803906533944747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/madrugada-na-laje.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3938803906533944747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3938803906533944747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/madrugada-na-laje.html' title='Madrugada na laje'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-3614570548089908181</id><published>2010-05-02T12:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:05:45.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O problema de sonhar</title><content type='html'>Triste por algo que nunca existiu, pela promessa projetada que não se cumpriu! Doía tanto ver a pulverização dos planos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-3614570548089908181?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/3614570548089908181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-problema-de-sonhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3614570548089908181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3614570548089908181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-problema-de-sonhar.html' title='O problema de sonhar'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-3267903050154707472</id><published>2010-05-02T11:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:03:35.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafuné</title><content type='html'>Instantes em que o tempo pára e aquele pedacinho de mundo é só meu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-3267903050154707472?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/3267903050154707472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/cafune.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3267903050154707472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3267903050154707472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/cafune.html' title='Cafuné'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-7367388074539352736</id><published>2010-05-02T11:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T11:57:09.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Colo</title><content type='html'>É a solução para a tristeza entalada na garganta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-7367388074539352736?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/7367388074539352736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/colo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7367388074539352736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7367388074539352736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/05/colo.html' title='Colo'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2104744224123093229</id><published>2010-04-21T23:32:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:42:59.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E a idealização vira realidade?</title><content type='html'>- Mas, se estamos juntos, por que não posso contar para o mundo?&lt;br /&gt;- Por que contar agora, se semana que vem tudo pode estar terminado?&lt;br /&gt;- Você já quer terminar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, mas você pode terminar comigo...&lt;br /&gt;- Impossível, eu te amo, sonho com você há mais de um ano!&lt;br /&gt;- Por isso mesmo. Pode haver incompatibilidade entre a mulher que você ama e que está na sua mente e eu, que estou na sua frente, que sou real...Você sonhou tempo demais comigo! Será que você vai continuar me amando semana que vem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2104744224123093229?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2104744224123093229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-idealizacao-vira-realidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2104744224123093229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2104744224123093229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-idealizacao-vira-realidade.html' title='E a idealização vira realidade?'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5113062093658575918</id><published>2010-04-16T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:59:18.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez, uma visita</title><content type='html'>O garoto amava nuvens. Desejava voar num balão. Mas temia que o avô, agora morador do céu, não o permitisse voltar. Quanta saudade sentia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5113062093658575918?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5113062093658575918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/talvez-uma-visita.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5113062093658575918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5113062093658575918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/talvez-uma-visita.html' title='Talvez, uma visita'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2902129660958752472</id><published>2010-04-15T19:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:22:10.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar diferente</title><content type='html'>Ele: "Bom dia!"&lt;br /&gt;Ela: "Bom dia!"&lt;br /&gt;Ele se aproximou para um cumprimento tipicamente carioca, os dois beijinhos. A barba por fazer arranhou o rosto dela durante os gestos. Ela sentiu uma corrente elétrica percorrer o corpo, um calafrio subir da coluna até a nuca, e ao mesmo tempo, um leve torpor. E então, não entendia mais nada do que ele dizia, só via uma figura charmosa com uma barba que lhe conferia um ar másculo e, até mesmo, canalha. Nunca o olhou com o ardor das segundas intenções, nunca até aquele momento singular e comum. Ela só esperava um dia normal, mas recebeu um "bom dia" revestido de pura testosterona!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2902129660958752472?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2902129660958752472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-olhar-diferente.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2902129660958752472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2902129660958752472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-olhar-diferente.html' title='Um olhar diferente'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2579070382267342650</id><published>2010-04-15T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:10:34.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lábio leporino</title><content type='html'>Não era espasmo, mas, com certeza, era involuntário. Ele sorria sempre, sem motivos e sem vontade. Nasceu sorrindo. Quem poderia supor que sorrisos provocasse horror nas pessoas, ao invés de aquecer seus corações? Sonhava em parar de sorrir... Mundo triste e contraditório!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2579070382267342650?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2579070382267342650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/labio-leporino.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2579070382267342650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2579070382267342650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/labio-leporino.html' title='Lábio leporino'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-98195782924961360</id><published>2010-04-15T18:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:05:18.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim</title><content type='html'>O ar parecia sólido. Tão de repente se desligaram! Já não conseguiam dar um passo a frente, romper o ar para um contato pele a pele. Os olhos marejados de água de um lado, a garganta dolorida empenhada em engolir o choro de outro.&lt;br /&gt;"É isso? O fim? Nosso fim?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jamais imaginei isso, nosso fim. Para mim, ele só chegaria com o fatídico acontecimento que rompe casamentos destinados ao felizes para sempre, com a morte que separa..."&lt;br /&gt;O ar continuava sólido, pesado.&lt;br /&gt;"Eu te amo!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eu também... Não era pra ser."&lt;br /&gt;Ele rompeu bravamente e vigorosamente o ar e deu-lhe um beijo na testa. O último beijo, o ponto final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-98195782924961360?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/98195782924961360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-fim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/98195782924961360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/98195782924961360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-fim.html' title='O fim'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5250716816886829102</id><published>2010-01-02T12:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:44:01.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só se for para sempre</title><content type='html'>Estava ali, segurando um violão que não sabia tocar. Demorou para perceber que era a vez dela. Foram tantas idas e voltas, tantas vezes disse não, nas outras em que disse sim, só disse após os apelos repetidos dele. Então, ele se cansou. Chega um momento em que o orgulho vem à tona. Porém, o orgulho dela, sempre tão à flor da pele, precisou fenecer. Ele era mais importante! Por isso, estava ali, segurando um violão que não sabia tocar, almejando uma serenata como pedido de desculpas...mas, a música também não existia. Só restaram as frases de efeito e a mais pura sinceridade: "Te amo!"&lt;br /&gt;  - Só desculpo se aceitar envelhecer comigo, colocar um anel com meu nome dentro na mão esquerda. Te amo, mas só te quero se for para sempre, a partir de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tinha dez anos de prática com as frases de efeito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5250716816886829102?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5250716816886829102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-se-for-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5250716816886829102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5250716816886829102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-se-for-para-sempre.html' title='Só se for para sempre'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-953067557432260684</id><published>2009-12-29T01:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:00:26.351-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Príncipe moderno</title><content type='html'>Ele a esperava paciente e devotadamente por algum tempo. Ela, enfim, apareceu com um sorriso de surpresa, sentou-se ao seu lado:&lt;br /&gt;- Reza a lenda que o príncipe encantado aparece montado num cavalo branco. Eu adoro a modernidade, porque nos tempos modernos, ele passa no drive-thru e aparece com um lanche do mcDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim que ela provocou duas covinhas naquele rosto de olhar apaixonado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-953067557432260684?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/953067557432260684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/12/principe-moderno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/953067557432260684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/953067557432260684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/12/principe-moderno.html' title='Príncipe moderno'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-8681024796337224814</id><published>2009-10-15T13:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:39:36.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Túlio</title><content type='html'>Já não sentia aquela leveza tão cotidiana, de repente, o mundo estava em suas costas e a gravidade mostrava-se pesada demais! Estava ficando difícil voar...&lt;br /&gt;-  Vem comigo, eu te ajudo! Somos anjos de uma asa só, voamos apenas em conjunto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-8681024796337224814?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/8681024796337224814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/10/tulio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/8681024796337224814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/8681024796337224814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/10/tulio.html' title='Túlio'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-7980206524408673624</id><published>2009-10-08T23:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:22:24.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iceberg</title><content type='html'>Eles seguiam caminhando pelas ruas na madrugada. Não era Paris, tratava-se apenas daquelas ruas pouco elegantes da Tijuca, no Rio de Janeiro. O céu não estava claro, nem ostentava uma formosa lua cheia. Não, a noite estava feia... chuviscava!&lt;br /&gt;          Ainda assim, ela carregava um brilho nos olhos: ela sonhava. Tinha um coração viciado em ilusões.&lt;br /&gt;          Quanto a ele... estava longe de ser um bravo corsário a defender corajosamente seu valioso tesouro: ela. Apenas a acompanhava até em casa. As mãos não se procuraram. Não era romance!&lt;br /&gt;          Ela sustentava um coração tropical, ardente. Mas essa chama não derreteu a geleira que ele carregava.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-7980206524408673624?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/7980206524408673624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/10/iceberg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7980206524408673624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/7980206524408673624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/10/iceberg.html' title='Iceberg'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-3154975871736940771</id><published>2009-05-26T22:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:22:33.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa</title><content type='html'>Quando descemos do carrossel e percebemos que o mundo é muito maior, e que as perspectivas são diferentes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-3154975871736940771?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/3154975871736940771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/surpresa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3154975871736940771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3154975871736940771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-6426017047112016158</id><published>2009-05-11T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:08:36.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>He rocks</title><content type='html'>Era só um dia comum até ele aparecer. Chegou oferecendo rock'n'roll e boas gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;A intenção era ser feliz, transformar um dia comum em mágico!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-6426017047112016158?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/6426017047112016158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-rocks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/6426017047112016158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/6426017047112016158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-rocks.html' title='He rocks'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2518062371039896529</id><published>2009-05-10T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:44:44.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De novo, tão comum</title><content type='html'>Sentiu que o ar lhe faltava, percebeu o mundo grande demais de repente e sentiu que estava caindo...&lt;br /&gt;Ele foi embora e ela esqueceu como voar. Voltaria a andar com os pés tocando o chão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2518062371039896529?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2518062371039896529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-novo-tao-comum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2518062371039896529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2518062371039896529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-novo-tao-comum.html' title='De novo, tão comum'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-1442620192485117990</id><published>2009-05-10T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:25:34.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descoberta</title><content type='html'>Procurou em todos os lugares incansavelmente até se dar conta de que não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Não existe um manual de instruções para corações partidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-1442620192485117990?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/1442620192485117990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/descoberta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1442620192485117990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1442620192485117990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/descoberta.html' title='Descoberta'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-1073439230786975167</id><published>2009-05-10T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:21:25.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que sobra no fim?</title><content type='html'>Sabia que não era pra ser, mas seu coração não.&lt;br /&gt;O ar lhe faltou... decidiu vagar por aí, andou sem direção.&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração o fez correr até a porta dela. A mão hesitou, não tocou a campainha. Suas pernas o levaram para longe dali.&lt;br /&gt; - Morreria se a visse. Morreria se não a visse. Morreria se visse que ela seguiu em frente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-1073439230786975167?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/1073439230786975167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-sobra-no-fim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1073439230786975167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1073439230786975167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-sobra-no-fim.html' title='O que sobra no fim?'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5456040269518175205</id><published>2009-04-28T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:02:51.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O herói</title><content type='html'>Poderia dizer que tratava-se de uma combinação de John Mayer com aquele sotaque, o jeito de falar do Selton Mello. Também poderia detalhar toda a história, assim como poderia escrever um conto sobre o interessante acontecimento. Poderia dizer que fora uma aventura, poderia cair em empolgação e poderia começar a sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas fora apenas mais uma mágica da vida. Mais uma daquelas que ela costuma realizar até mesmo em momentos estressantes.&lt;br /&gt;Fora o encantamento, o brilho de quando a dor mostra algo de bom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5456040269518175205?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5456040269518175205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/04/poderia-dizer-que-tratava-se-de-uma.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5456040269518175205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5456040269518175205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/04/poderia-dizer-que-tratava-se-de-uma.html' title='O herói'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5159814253676792038</id><published>2009-03-12T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:55:37.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhando alto</title><content type='html'>Lutou contra dragões, salvou a princesa, casou-se com ela, ganhou um reino e uma coroa de ouro cravejada de diamantes.&lt;br /&gt;O despertador escandaloso tocou...&lt;br /&gt;Ele acordou e olhou-se no espelho: ainda era um sapo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5159814253676792038?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5159814253676792038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/sonhando-alto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5159814253676792038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5159814253676792038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/sonhando-alto.html' title='Sonhando alto'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2905829279896444990</id><published>2009-03-12T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:48:10.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novas cores</title><content type='html'>Estava tudo muito diferente: era o colorido que o mundo havia ganhado!&lt;br /&gt;Ele apareceu com aquarela e pincéis, pintando o sete na vida dela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2905829279896444990?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2905829279896444990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/novas-cores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2905829279896444990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2905829279896444990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/novas-cores.html' title='Novas cores'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5493648820832234142</id><published>2009-03-12T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:43:31.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>Estava a olhar livros na livraria, lendo as últimas páginas deles. Achou um em que o final não era feliz. Comprou-o! &lt;br /&gt;Combinava com seus dias...tão cinzentos ultimamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5493648820832234142?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5493648820832234142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/tristeza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5493648820832234142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5493648820832234142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/tristeza.html' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-270172888015431859</id><published>2009-03-12T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:39:06.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasia</title><content type='html'>Negou-se a ler jornais, desligou a TV e ligou o som. Passou dias em estado de graça, sentindo-se levemente sensual.&lt;br /&gt;Brincou de ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltou a ler jornais no silêncio da casa, porque todo carnaval tem um fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-270172888015431859?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/270172888015431859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/fantasia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/270172888015431859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/270172888015431859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/fantasia.html' title='Fantasia'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-429884687994448646</id><published>2009-03-12T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:35:26.254-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de verão</title><content type='html'>Era D. Quixote a cortejar Dulcinéia. O verão acabou e ele voltou a ser D.Juan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-429884687994448646?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/429884687994448646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/429884687994448646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/429884687994448646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-de-verao.html' title='Amor de verão'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2254009974443352353</id><published>2009-03-12T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:57:00.731-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Partida</title><content type='html'>Ia embora e odiava despedidas, mas fez um esforço: deu-lhe um adeus choroso e um pedaço de algodão!&lt;br /&gt;- Para não esquecer do tempo em que andaram nas nuvens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2254009974443352353?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2254009974443352353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/partida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2254009974443352353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2254009974443352353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/03/partida.html' title='Partida'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-3330474945292378524</id><published>2009-02-25T16:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:05:09.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicadeza</title><content type='html'>Perto dela, ele era diferente. Ela não entendia.&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Você é um cristalzinho que qualquer coisa pode quebrar. Eu tento te proteger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-3330474945292378524?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/3330474945292378524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/delicadeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3330474945292378524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/3330474945292378524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/delicadeza.html' title='Delicadeza'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2427215982821852071</id><published>2009-02-25T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:56:39.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor platônico</title><content type='html'>Ela usa um vestidinho de verão e ajeita os cabelos, ensaiando um sorriso. Então, junta as mãos, entrelaçando os dedos para disfarçar a tremedeira.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, salta aos olhos!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ele é míope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2427215982821852071?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2427215982821852071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-platonico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2427215982821852071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2427215982821852071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-platonico.html' title='Amor platônico'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-2641601551418453064</id><published>2009-02-25T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:52:05.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda não existe</title><content type='html'>O tempo trará a resposta,&lt;br /&gt;que transformará o comum em poesia.&lt;br /&gt;A ansiedade vê o tempo se arrastando,&lt;br /&gt;e a espera necessita de anestesia.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa música não foi descoberta,&lt;br /&gt;nem reconhecida...quem dera fosse vivida!&lt;br /&gt;Nossa história é deserta, porque ainda não tem vida.&lt;br /&gt;A paciência, virtude dos sábios,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes, me nega visitas.&lt;br /&gt;E o desespero não permite que meu coração seja hábil&lt;br /&gt;para esquecer você e encontrar uma saída.&lt;br /&gt;Por que não chega o esperado momento&lt;br /&gt;de saber se participo dos seus pensamentos? &lt;br /&gt;Por que não chega a primavera, abertura das rosas,&lt;br /&gt;as primeiras linhas de uma bela história?&lt;br /&gt;Os versos da melodia, alegria à vida...&lt;br /&gt;Nós, oásis no deserto, história concebida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-2641601551418453064?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/2641601551418453064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/ainda-nao-existe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2641601551418453064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/2641601551418453064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/ainda-nao-existe.html' title='Ainda não existe'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-1147770046017757471</id><published>2009-02-25T12:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:15:21.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver sem armadura?</title><content type='html'>Chocolates suíços acompanhados por relógios incrivelmente imprecisos!&lt;br /&gt;Incessantes tic-tacs associados a fino cacau &lt;br /&gt;entusiasmam um coração armado contra o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;De repente, a armadura cai.&lt;br /&gt;A vida, como uma sinfonia, encanta e se faz sentida.&lt;br /&gt;A frase aparentemente incompreensível se impõe:&lt;br /&gt;"o mundo é do tamanho dos seus olhos."&lt;br /&gt;Então, o longe se torna próximo e o infinito, um longe alcançável.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, um coração desarmado não é um coração alado.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o chocolate, doce para o paladar, acaba,&lt;br /&gt;também o sonho, doce para a vida, se finda.&lt;br /&gt;E o despertador com alarme escandaloso chama para a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;como o sol ao queimar as asas de Ícaro, &lt;br /&gt;derrubando ao chão um frágil coração:&lt;br /&gt;"sonhar é voar alto. Asas são necessárias para voar."&lt;br /&gt;Encarando a realidade, a armadura é recolocada.&lt;br /&gt;Ela evitará feridas até que se crie um aeroplano para corações.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-1147770046017757471?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/1147770046017757471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/viver-sem-armadura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1147770046017757471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/1147770046017757471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/viver-sem-armadura.html' title='Viver sem armadura?'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-5016947000429064709</id><published>2009-02-25T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:41:42.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura</title><content type='html'>Pró: a favor, ao encontro de&lt;br /&gt;Cura: sarar, curar feridas, melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;O Médico é procura.&lt;br /&gt;O paciente é procura.&lt;br /&gt;Pacientemente procura a cura para as feridas do dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos procura.&lt;br /&gt;Somos procuradores da cura de coisas instáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Procuradores da cura procuram pelo equilíbrio:&lt;br /&gt;Tendência do universo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-5016947000429064709?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/5016947000429064709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/procura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5016947000429064709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/5016947000429064709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/procura.html' title='Procura'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128683303868818246.post-6284962525126983335</id><published>2009-02-25T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:00:51.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem-te-vi</title><content type='html'>Por um bem-te-vi,&lt;br /&gt;enviei lhe um recado&lt;br /&gt;em forma de uma rosa de verão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, alguma coisa aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;ao longo do caminho:&lt;br /&gt;o bem-te-vi morreu.&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem querer não&lt;br /&gt;chegou ao teu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-6284962525126983335?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/6284962525126983335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/bem-te-vi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/6284962525126983335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/6284962525126983335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/bem-te-vi.html' title='Bem-te-vi'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Essa surgiu de um talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Palavra agonizante: não é não, nem sim.&lt;br /&gt;É indefinição! &lt;br /&gt;Mas, no talvez, há a esperança do sim.&lt;br /&gt;Busca pela paciência para suportar a lentidão do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o tempo dá a resposta definitiva à dúvida deixada pelo talvez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128683303868818246-6090027067835744856?l=mmgebrim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/feeds/6090027067835744856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/talvez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/6090027067835744856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128683303868818246/posts/default/6090027067835744856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmgebrim.blogspot.com/2009/02/talvez.html' title='Talvez'/><author><name>Melissa Gebrim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713448531201007918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4fR8Cuv5ew/SRdAD4GzBVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SzpRrwRwsis/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
