<?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-37682589</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:19:32.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a vida que era em "esporádicos" movimentos</title><subtitle type='html'>mas nem a propria vida se vive ou sobrevive à esporádicas quedas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fosmico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37682589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fosmico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tudo caminha para a casa do sepulto&lt;br /&gt;amor, sofrimento e até loucura&lt;br /&gt;nada sobrevive&lt;br /&gt;quando se aproxima da boca de uma sepultura&lt;br /&gt;as vezes, por coincidencia, tudo se dá por acabado&lt;br /&gt;na manhã triste e ensolarada&lt;br /&gt;de um dia de finados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dia de finados&lt;br /&gt;nos lembra de todo o fim&lt;br /&gt;querido, dado ou indesejado&lt;br /&gt;retiros,&lt;br /&gt;abraços,&lt;br /&gt;suspiros;&lt;br /&gt;tudo morreacaba&lt;br /&gt;na lápide de uma sepultura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um resumo de vida&lt;br /&gt;resumido ao maior&lt;br /&gt;diminuindo ao menor&lt;br /&gt;geometricas ou não&lt;br /&gt;saudades espirituais&lt;br /&gt;metafísicos poemas, fisicos temas&lt;br /&gt;nada resiste e tudo se quebra&lt;br /&gt;guardado nos braços de uma sepultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amizade, inimigos e vida&lt;br /&gt;nada se suporta&lt;br /&gt;ao cansaço provocado pela própria vida&lt;br /&gt;pode não ter remédio,&lt;br /&gt;e tambem nem ter cura&lt;br /&gt;de nada serve&lt;br /&gt;todo bem e mal se acaba&lt;br /&gt;no calor de uma sepultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toda história fria ou morta&lt;br /&gt;de gente que foi&lt;br /&gt;correta, honesta ou torta&lt;br /&gt;nada se segura&lt;br /&gt;todo bem e mal se esvai&lt;br /&gt;no silencio de uma sepultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso dela tambem morre&lt;br /&gt;com a dona&lt;br /&gt;que pra outro sorri&lt;br /&gt;e que por mim não, não ore&lt;br /&gt;que a depender de mim&lt;br /&gt;não chore&lt;br /&gt;na beleza eterna dura e crua&lt;br /&gt;que pra quem observa&lt;br /&gt;é o diviso do infinito&lt;br /&gt;a grandeza de uma sepultura&lt;br /&gt;e uma frase pobre e podre, malefeita no granito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até mais a quem vinha por aqui, felicidades a quem 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