<?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-9221079987769671550</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:05:27.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep looking forward but NEVER stop looking AROUND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-2891566580724525232</id><published>2012-01-24T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:08:52.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no ifs</title><content type='html'>Why leave unsaid what you could say?&lt;br /&gt;why leave undone what you could do?&lt;br /&gt;what if this changed it all&lt;br /&gt;what if it changed for the best&lt;br /&gt;and you are there&lt;br /&gt;sitting&lt;br /&gt;waiting &lt;br /&gt;wishing...&lt;br /&gt;as nike would advise...&lt;br /&gt;"JUST DO IT"&lt;br /&gt;as i would say...&lt;br /&gt;"GO FOR IT"&lt;br /&gt;what you have to lose ain't more then what you have to gain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2891566580724525232?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2891566580724525232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-ifs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2891566580724525232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2891566580724525232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-ifs.html' title='no ifs'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-8290322930018477910</id><published>2012-01-16T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:58:40.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>engatinhando.</title><content type='html'>hoje falo de uma dor diferente&lt;br /&gt;uma dor não saliente&lt;br /&gt;a dor do ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que falta hoje&lt;br /&gt;vai faltar amanhã&lt;br /&gt;tentamos preencher vazios&lt;br /&gt;mas o vácuo nos puxa pra dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e é lá dentro que ta o problema&lt;br /&gt;é lá que dói&lt;br /&gt;é lá que sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou buscar maneiras&lt;br /&gt;solução &lt;br /&gt;pra preencher esse buraco&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo ser em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque a saudade é assim&lt;br /&gt;as vezes ela te deixa achar que passou&lt;br /&gt;mas volta de repente&lt;br /&gt;e abre de novo aquele rombo dentro da gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demorou tanto pra tentar encher os espaços&lt;br /&gt;e chega a saudade &lt;br /&gt;e nos leva de novo &lt;br /&gt;ao primeiro passo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-8290322930018477910?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/8290322930018477910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/engatinhando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8290322930018477910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8290322930018477910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/engatinhando.html' title='engatinhando.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-4665901314891253722</id><published>2012-01-11T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:40:50.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sol.</title><content type='html'>raio&lt;br /&gt;clarão&lt;br /&gt;estouro&lt;br /&gt;imensidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luz&lt;br /&gt;brilho&lt;br /&gt;leveza&lt;br /&gt;reação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no começo foi assim, como um raio que me acertou, veio de repente e um clarão tão grande que me cegou, o estouro foi tão forte que ensurdeceu meu coração e me perdi por não saber lidar com a sua imensidão. te perdi para a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razão essa que se desfez, quando a luz do seu sorriso deu brilho aos olhos meus, um sentimento me tomava e com leveza me levava a reencontrar meu coração, ao encontrá-lo já estava sarado e preparado para reação, te dei a mão e embarquei nessa nova emoção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-4665901314891253722?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/4665901314891253722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/4665901314891253722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/4665901314891253722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/sol.html' title='sol.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-5467728103047370438</id><published>2012-01-11T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:24:10.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you.</title><content type='html'>faz tempo que não te escrevo&lt;br /&gt;ou melhor&lt;br /&gt;que não descrevo&lt;br /&gt;o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sente falta&lt;br /&gt;mas cala&lt;br /&gt;por saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que independente&lt;br /&gt;de como ponho pra fora&lt;br /&gt;sou louca&lt;br /&gt;por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou mais leve&lt;br /&gt;mais livre&lt;br /&gt;mais certa&lt;br /&gt;mais eu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que temos&lt;br /&gt;nossos ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;mas isso faz&lt;br /&gt;da gente um casal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;só mostra&lt;br /&gt;o que queremos ver/ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas a realidade &lt;br /&gt;é tão melhor&lt;br /&gt;com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto que nos entendemos&lt;br /&gt;e que até brigamos&lt;br /&gt;e isso só pode ser&lt;br /&gt;um sinal de que nos gostamos&lt;br /&gt;e que conversando&lt;br /&gt;qualquer coisa podemos resolver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei o que sente&lt;br /&gt;e pelo que passou &lt;br /&gt;pra estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por muito ainda passará&lt;br /&gt;mas diferente &lt;br /&gt;pois desta vez&lt;br /&gt;ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;vou estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudo como vento &lt;br /&gt;e a cada estação&lt;br /&gt;e você&lt;br /&gt;com sua natureza&lt;br /&gt;se adapta&lt;br /&gt;de coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa hora é agora&lt;br /&gt;queriam os outros&lt;br /&gt;sim ou não &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só queria agradecer&lt;br /&gt;que tenha acreditado&lt;br /&gt;e lutado &lt;br /&gt;pra esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;não morrer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-5467728103047370438?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/5467728103047370438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5467728103047370438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5467728103047370438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-you.html' title='to you.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-3229072872183512079</id><published>2012-01-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:58:35.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dubio ser - dois ou um</title><content type='html'>Como dizia o velho,&lt;br /&gt;um é pouco &lt;br /&gt;dois é bom&lt;br /&gt;três é demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas o que o velho não sabia&lt;br /&gt;é que um nem sempre é pouco&lt;br /&gt;dois nem sempre é bom &lt;br /&gt;e tres pode ser de mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um dia o velho meio sem saber, cogitou&lt;br /&gt;que se o um fosse só um&lt;br /&gt;dois fossem reais&lt;br /&gt;três poderia ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de mesmo sem muito sentido&lt;br /&gt;fazer um mundo rodar&lt;br /&gt;dentro de almas&lt;br /&gt;que buscam dentro de si, saciar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E entao o velho concluiu&lt;br /&gt;que o um, veio depois do dois&lt;br /&gt;e o três aconteceu por outras&lt;br /&gt;razoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-3229072872183512079?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/3229072872183512079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/dubio-ser-dois-ou-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3229072872183512079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3229072872183512079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/dubio-ser-dois-ou-um.html' title='dubio ser - dois ou um'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-3333402540624607659</id><published>2012-01-10T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:31:39.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dubio ser - key</title><content type='html'>a vontade que sinto&lt;br /&gt;é de que seja você&lt;br /&gt;quando te vi&lt;br /&gt;não logo senti&lt;br /&gt;e quando senti&lt;br /&gt;voce logo viu&lt;br /&gt;quero que veja&lt;br /&gt;e que não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;que o medo seja eu&lt;br /&gt;e eu o que te acolhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-3333402540624607659?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/3333402540624607659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/dubio-ser-key.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3333402540624607659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3333402540624607659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/dubio-ser-key.html' title='dubio ser - key'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-2678019396866224138</id><published>2012-01-09T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:11:44.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deixa ventar.</title><content type='html'>o vento &lt;br /&gt;já me soprou pra longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não quero apenas respostas&lt;br /&gt;quero mais questões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu que pedi tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;pro vento me levar&lt;br /&gt;e quando levou &lt;br /&gt;reclamei&lt;br /&gt;e quando cresci&lt;br /&gt;agradeci&lt;br /&gt;me desculpei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo querendo evoluir &lt;br /&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;que tudo tem um preço&lt;br /&gt;e no final não é nada&lt;br /&gt;comparado ao que mudei&lt;br /&gt;e ao que cresci&lt;br /&gt;e de tudo que vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou mutante&lt;br /&gt;mutável&lt;br /&gt;gosto assim&lt;br /&gt;e quem é muito certo de si &lt;br /&gt;tem medo de quem pode ser&lt;br /&gt;já eu &lt;br /&gt;quero sempre crescer&lt;br /&gt;errar&lt;br /&gt;aprender&lt;br /&gt;lutar&lt;br /&gt;e sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida pode ser bela&lt;br /&gt;as vezes basta com outros olhos ver&lt;br /&gt;mas confio no vento &lt;br /&gt;que mesmo me parecendo que em horas impróprias &lt;br /&gt;gosta de aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me levar&lt;br /&gt;e me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;que preciso dele&lt;br /&gt;pra me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não quero que nada seja igual&lt;br /&gt;igual ao que deixei&lt;br /&gt;se pudesse mudaria tudo&lt;br /&gt;do mesmo jeito &lt;br /&gt;que mudei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não busco a verdade&lt;br /&gt;busco as explicações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o vento &lt;br /&gt;hoje me sopra sem tantas contradições&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2678019396866224138?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2678019396866224138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/deixa-ventar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2678019396866224138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2678019396866224138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2012/01/deixa-ventar.html' title='deixa ventar.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-3820195481286568958</id><published>2011-12-19T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:26:45.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mapa.</title><content type='html'>sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;me prendi&lt;br /&gt;nos misterios &lt;br /&gt;do que esta por vir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo querendo entender&lt;br /&gt;racionalizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a emoção é pra sentir&lt;br /&gt;deixar levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me confundo em meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;e muitas vezes intelectualizo&lt;br /&gt;o que não é de pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a análise&lt;br /&gt;ajuda&lt;br /&gt;mas hoje não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que vier veio &lt;br /&gt;e a gente se vira no meio&lt;br /&gt;de toda essa contradição&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-3820195481286568958?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/3820195481286568958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/12/mapa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3820195481286568958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3820195481286568958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/12/mapa.html' title='mapa.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-8904315652586226363</id><published>2011-12-16T02:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T02:04:03.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dubio ser - jacaré</title><content type='html'>Tava la fumaca Tava la cabaça&lt;br /&gt;tava aqui rodando tava aqui cobrando&lt;br /&gt;tava aqui sem nada, tava aqui pelada&lt;br /&gt;tava la olhando tava la querendo&lt;br /&gt;tava la sem saber oq eu tava fazendo&lt;br /&gt;mas tava aqui me vendo e nao entendendo&lt;br /&gt;curtindo mas nao me abrindo&lt;br /&gt;Te vendo, la, tava me corroendo&lt;br /&gt;mas fui pra cima soh no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;e acordei pelada&lt;br /&gt;sem entender mais nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-8904315652586226363?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/8904315652586226363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/12/dubio-ser-jacare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8904315652586226363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8904315652586226363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/12/dubio-ser-jacare.html' title='dubio ser - jacaré'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-5310443663517778914</id><published>2011-11-10T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:22:49.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>momento.</title><content type='html'>me arrepia&lt;br /&gt;me tira do chão&lt;br /&gt;me deixa sem ar&lt;br /&gt;mas nem quero respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respira em mim&lt;br /&gt;e geme &lt;br /&gt;ate o fim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explode&lt;br /&gt;quando minha lingua a toca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se entorta&lt;br /&gt;se toca&lt;br /&gt;me da tesão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;quando goza &lt;br /&gt;em minha mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por um momento&lt;br /&gt;não sei não&lt;br /&gt;se foi verdade&lt;br /&gt;ou ilusão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-2622248903457607068</id><published>2011-11-08T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:49:44.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dubio ser - st pepper</title><content type='html'>vontade&lt;br /&gt;que vem&lt;br /&gt;toma&lt;br /&gt;sua&lt;br /&gt;Minha que vai&lt;br /&gt;Molha &lt;br /&gt;Calha&lt;br /&gt;Vem&lt;br /&gt;escorre&lt;br /&gt;escorrega&lt;br /&gt;entra&lt;br /&gt;não sai&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, em mim&lt;br /&gt;Traz, mais, me faz... ser&lt;br /&gt;Rever, sem segurar&lt;br /&gt;Ter&lt;br /&gt;de dentro&lt;br /&gt;sem parar&lt;br /&gt;lambe&lt;br /&gt;pra recomeçar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2622248903457607068?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2622248903457607068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/11/dubio-ser-st-pepper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2622248903457607068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2622248903457607068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/11/dubio-ser-st-pepper.html' title='dubio ser - st pepper'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-2669419641172031433</id><published>2011-11-08T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:49:56.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duio ser - menos</title><content type='html'>Internada. Presa. Sem acao. Reacao.&lt;br /&gt;Longe. Sem quem. Com ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;Dai vem o que nao vinha faz tempo: eu.&lt;br /&gt;parar. pensar. cuidar&lt;br /&gt;faz parte crescer &lt;br /&gt;e não esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte querer e abster.&lt;br /&gt;Realidade ativa relativa, minha.&lt;br /&gt;Lidar requer...&lt;br /&gt;contradizer&lt;br /&gt;viver&lt;br /&gt;rir e chorar&lt;br /&gt;viver&lt;br /&gt;ser sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Ir. &lt;br /&gt;Se um dia eu souber o porque vim, simplesmente nao farei.&lt;br /&gt;Acabar com tudo, é morrer. Entao nao acabo. Espero que termine por si.&lt;br /&gt;E o dia que isso vier, continuarei sem saber: fui eu que fiz ou quem fez por mim?&lt;br /&gt;respostas nem sempre sao a solução&lt;br /&gt;sem busca&lt;br /&gt;sem chao&lt;br /&gt;mas sem pretenção&lt;br /&gt;voar é opção&lt;br /&gt;Nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2669419641172031433?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2669419641172031433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/11/duio-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2669419641172031433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2669419641172031433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/11/duio-ser.html' title='Duio ser - menos'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-4303162572068295479</id><published>2011-10-09T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:52:48.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoo</title><content type='html'>Tremula&lt;br /&gt;sem chão &lt;br /&gt;cabeça rodando &lt;br /&gt;que nem um peão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o começo do fim &lt;br /&gt;ou o fim &lt;br /&gt;pra um novo começo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber ontem&lt;br /&gt;a resposta desta questão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que e da dor de barriga &lt;br /&gt;e a ansiedade me pega &lt;br /&gt;e não da direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não entendo esse jogo&lt;br /&gt;do quero&lt;br /&gt;não quero&lt;br /&gt;do sim e não&lt;br /&gt;esse vou &lt;br /&gt;não vou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cansada &lt;br /&gt;farta &lt;br /&gt;de ter sempre que tomar a decisão&lt;br /&gt;e me expor não é mais uma condição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o fiz&lt;br /&gt;por achar q era melhor&lt;br /&gt;e volto pro meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;pra tentar desatar o nó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tenho na garganta &lt;br /&gt;que não me deixa respirar&lt;br /&gt;que ta me sufocando&lt;br /&gt;me deixando sem ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que é melhor ?&lt;br /&gt;não sei &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei q quando não demonstro&lt;br /&gt;erro&lt;br /&gt;quando demonstro&lt;br /&gt;erro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando falo&lt;br /&gt;erro &lt;br /&gt;quando calo &lt;br /&gt;erro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou errante &lt;br /&gt;isso sim &lt;br /&gt;mas estou cansada &lt;br /&gt;de ser julgada&lt;br /&gt;e apontada&lt;br /&gt;numa briga&lt;br /&gt;sem fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-4303162572068295479?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/4303162572068295479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/10/vomito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/4303162572068295479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/4303162572068295479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/10/vomito.html' title='enjoo'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-6394468357446700937</id><published>2011-09-24T22:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:27:15.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vô</title><content type='html'>Convivemos pouco&lt;br /&gt;Pouco de mais&lt;br /&gt;Pra uma pessoa que tinha tanto a me ofercer&lt;br /&gt;A me ensinar&lt;br /&gt;A me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pouco q lembro tento não esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter sempre comigo &lt;br /&gt;E não padecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que quando se foi &lt;br /&gt;Senti um vazio&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi uma mensagem &lt;br /&gt;Mas ou menos assim &lt;br /&gt;“to com saudades fica com deus”&lt;br /&gt;mensagem curta que representou &lt;br /&gt;um sentimento meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira vez que passei por algo aassim&lt;br /&gt;Perdi alguem que amava&lt;br /&gt;Mas era tão inocente&lt;br /&gt;Inconsequente&lt;br /&gt;Que achei que voltava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje diferente&lt;br /&gt;Escreveria uma frase mais eloquente&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo e cuida de mim &lt;br /&gt;E estaremos juntos &lt;br /&gt;Diante de tudo e até o fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-6394468357446700937?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/6394468357446700937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/09/vo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/6394468357446700937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/6394468357446700937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/09/vo.html' title='Vô'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-5088485184253098172</id><published>2011-09-20T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:13:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fala.</title><content type='html'>palavras&lt;br /&gt;poder escondido &lt;br /&gt;que dito ou escrito&lt;br /&gt;muda tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre guardei&lt;br /&gt;pensei&lt;br /&gt;pensei&lt;br /&gt;pensei&lt;br /&gt;explorei&lt;br /&gt;evitei&lt;br /&gt;falei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando falei&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;só pra expressar&lt;br /&gt;comunicar&lt;br /&gt;dancei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje já não sei&lt;br /&gt;de forma alguma&lt;br /&gt;é bom expor&lt;br /&gt;de cabeça quente&lt;br /&gt;assuntos delicados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tb não é bom guardar&lt;br /&gt;nao falar&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que apenas uma frase&lt;br /&gt;"me deixa pensar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poderia guardar&lt;br /&gt;isso tudo só para mim &lt;br /&gt;e mesmo quando não deveria&lt;br /&gt;falei&lt;br /&gt;não pensei&lt;br /&gt;apenas&lt;br /&gt;falei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;matutar&lt;br /&gt;refletir&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sem querer &lt;br /&gt;causa dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muita em mim &lt;br /&gt;que sempre guardei&lt;br /&gt;nunca fui assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas de agora em diante&lt;br /&gt;parei&lt;br /&gt;e se precisar de resposta imediata&lt;br /&gt;que me desculpe&lt;br /&gt;calarei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-5088485184253098172?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/5088485184253098172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/09/fala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5088485184253098172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5088485184253098172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/09/fala.html' title='fala.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-4526713386307098042</id><published>2011-08-30T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:35:12.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentido.</title><content type='html'>oq é?&lt;br /&gt;oq move?&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;o que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto &lt;br /&gt;que me ganha&lt;br /&gt;sinto &lt;br /&gt;a distancia&lt;br /&gt;sinto&lt;br /&gt;a vontade&lt;br /&gt;sinto &lt;br /&gt;a possibilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca ao certo &lt;br /&gt;soube o que quis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre deixei &lt;br /&gt;o vento me levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que pra um lugar distante&lt;br /&gt;achando que vou me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errada&lt;br /&gt;não estava não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre que passamos tempo com nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;surge a conclusão&lt;br /&gt;que nos conhecemos mais um pouco&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que haja alguma interrogação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo sim&lt;br /&gt;pelo não&lt;br /&gt;em algum ponto surge &lt;br /&gt;exclamação! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-4526713386307098042?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/4526713386307098042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/08/sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Quando o que quero é algo sincero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por medo,&lt;br /&gt;Por ma interpretação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao certo, não sei não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que veja que não é por mal&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que intérprete como mentira&lt;br /&gt;Teve ponto final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não controlo ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E muitas vezes nem a mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que acabou&lt;br /&gt;Que esse foi o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo que ainda tem chão&lt;br /&gt;E se não estiver do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Quase tudo será em vão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-4615523790553920650?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/4615523790553920650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/08/assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/4615523790553920650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/4615523790553920650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/08/assim.html' title='assim'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-807549384899110318</id><published>2011-07-01T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:06:36.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dor.</title><content type='html'>a lagrima cai &lt;br /&gt;o peito aperta &lt;br /&gt;a fome foge&lt;br /&gt;a boca seca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perna bamba&lt;br /&gt;as mãos tremulas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com tanta culpa&lt;br /&gt;que até o sono foge de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só que isso só piora&lt;br /&gt;pq se não durmo&lt;br /&gt;tenho que passar mais tempo comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se pudesse faria como vc &lt;br /&gt;me mandaria embora&lt;br /&gt;e não mais queria ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois do feito &lt;br /&gt;não tem oq dizer&lt;br /&gt;a esperança em mim vive&lt;br /&gt;até nesse padecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-807549384899110318?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/807549384899110318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>por incrivel que pareça&lt;br /&gt;preferiria me sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;nada&lt;br /&gt;mas não&lt;br /&gt;sinto a falta&lt;br /&gt;carrego comigo &lt;br /&gt;dor&lt;br /&gt;que causei&lt;br /&gt;não só a ela&lt;br /&gt;mas a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se pudesse&lt;br /&gt;se mudasse&lt;br /&gt;se tivesse como&lt;br /&gt;faria&lt;br /&gt;oq preciso fosse&lt;br /&gt;faria&lt;br /&gt;pra não cometer o maior erro q poderia cometer&lt;br /&gt;faria&lt;br /&gt;anything and everything &lt;br /&gt;pra te ter &lt;br /&gt;de novo&lt;br /&gt;um&lt;br /&gt;dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-6459109507172468917?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/6459109507172468917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Imenso&lt;br /&gt;imerso&lt;br /&gt;intenso&lt;br /&gt;extenso&lt;br /&gt;complexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pontos de vista são assim&lt;br /&gt;pra mim&lt;br /&gt;opções&lt;br /&gt;interesse&lt;br /&gt;formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vasto&lt;br /&gt;traço&lt;br /&gt;laço&lt;br /&gt;maço&lt;br /&gt;compasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coração ansioso&lt;br /&gt;pelo&lt;br /&gt;misterio&lt;br /&gt;do gozo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1051615516154920847?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/1051615516154920847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1051615516154920847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1051615516154920847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoje.html' title='hoje.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-6437759214837459139</id><published>2011-05-09T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:02:09.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pagando pq vi</title><content type='html'>Fui pra ver&lt;br /&gt;E me vi a querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixei levar,&lt;br /&gt;gosto de arriscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia não dar em nada.... &lt;br /&gt;mas deu&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ser mais uma....&lt;br /&gt;mas não &lt;br /&gt;Poderia não querer....&lt;br /&gt;mas me envolvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada vem do nada&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acontece por um motivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cliche da vida real é assim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não procuramos &lt;br /&gt;somos encontrados&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontramos &lt;br /&gt;queremos ao lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ir amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;uma sentimentalidade vã&lt;br /&gt;que entristece uma pessoa sã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento não é racional&lt;br /&gt;e por isso só vou focar no emocional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou viver o hj e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã pode chover&lt;br /&gt;mas o sol vai aparecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-6437759214837459139?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-7471058637014939637</id><published>2011-02-22T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:52:41.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anxiety</title><content type='html'>Thats how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;wierd.&lt;br /&gt;from bottom to top.&lt;br /&gt;just cause im not sure?&lt;br /&gt;never am!&lt;br /&gt;but im never this way either.&lt;br /&gt;so why fucking pretend?&lt;br /&gt;don´t know where im going,&lt;br /&gt;or even where im stepping on.&lt;br /&gt;i might get lost&lt;br /&gt;and while that&lt;br /&gt;lose myself,&lt;br /&gt;to something that later on&lt;br /&gt;ill have to again play pretend &lt;br /&gt;and make my self believe&lt;br /&gt;this is the way&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;br /&gt;today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-7471058637014939637?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/7471058637014939637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/02/anxiety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/7471058637014939637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/7471058637014939637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/02/anxiety.html' title='anxiety'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-1472330630067113511</id><published>2011-02-21T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:13:57.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting.</title><content type='html'>A point of view that can change&lt;br /&gt;a thin line between words&lt;br /&gt;may hide what you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;but you are intense so better not even try to pretend&lt;br /&gt;you wear a smile and go along just fine&lt;br /&gt;a kind person of a different kind&lt;br /&gt;people think they know you&lt;br /&gt;and with that, you are fine&lt;br /&gt;i can´t believe that they find you a sidekick&lt;br /&gt;but you cover up so good &lt;br /&gt;that sometimes it fools even you&lt;br /&gt;so sweet, so cool, so nice, so not soso&lt;br /&gt;you are in you are out&lt;br /&gt;you are ALL about&lt;br /&gt;values that people give u &lt;br /&gt;you don´t care&lt;br /&gt;cause you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;and that i don´t dare&lt;br /&gt;im getting to know&lt;br /&gt;and im thankful for &lt;br /&gt;cause since i met you&lt;br /&gt;i wanted more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1472330630067113511?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/1472330630067113511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/02/interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1472330630067113511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1472330630067113511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/02/interesting.html' title='interesting.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-1302713259223855733</id><published>2011-02-07T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:10:59.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flabbergasted.</title><content type='html'>As i stood and stare&lt;br /&gt;i saw something familiar there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a feeling i know&lt;br /&gt;that left me on hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see it comming&lt;br /&gt;it came out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if the world stopped &lt;br /&gt;and it was only you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i didn't care&lt;br /&gt;nothing that bocomes something&lt;br /&gt;shows like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda realize &lt;br /&gt;that some feelings &lt;br /&gt;you can't deny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i better just let flow&lt;br /&gt;this emotion &lt;br /&gt;i can't control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am &lt;br /&gt;and a word that may discribe&lt;br /&gt;how i feel by your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1302713259223855733?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/1302713259223855733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/02/flabbergasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1302713259223855733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1302713259223855733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/02/flabbergasted.html' title='flabbergasted.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-7104410140465194635</id><published>2011-01-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:26:02.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>checkmate.</title><content type='html'>Decidir pra que?&lt;br /&gt;é um mal necessário&lt;br /&gt;ou só é valido pro saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se não quero saber?&lt;br /&gt;oq estou sentido&lt;br /&gt;se ta gostoso de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar sendo mais um jogo&lt;br /&gt;mas enquanto eu estiver dentro&lt;br /&gt;que me use direito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pego pensando, falando, querendo&lt;br /&gt;te encontrar nesse tabuleiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você movimenta as peças&lt;br /&gt;não passo de um peão guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar errada&lt;br /&gt;já tentei mentir pra mim&lt;br /&gt;mais estou apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;e quero que jogue até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nada do que disse é mentira&lt;br /&gt;vamos ter que dar as mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois se você esta comigo&lt;br /&gt;também não passa de um peão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se assim for e espero que seja&lt;br /&gt;temos que prestar atenção&lt;br /&gt;pq a partir desse momento&lt;br /&gt;o jogo vem na nossa direção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-7104410140465194635?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/7104410140465194635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/01/aperto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/7104410140465194635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/7104410140465194635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/01/aperto.html' title='checkmate.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-6568335801696237277</id><published>2011-01-04T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:57:00.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu.</title><content type='html'>Eu sou&lt;br /&gt;uma tentativa de quem quero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou&lt;br /&gt;pra onde meu espirito pode crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu trago&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de experimentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço&lt;br /&gt;tudo que eu vivo, contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu levo&lt;br /&gt;a malícia do ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ganho&lt;br /&gt;com quem conheço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco&lt;br /&gt;pq nem sempre mereço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu junto&lt;br /&gt;sempre tudo que puder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu jogo&lt;br /&gt;mas não sou uma peça qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu venho&lt;br /&gt;com a certeza de não saber oq me espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pulo&lt;br /&gt;pois a vida é uma quimera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero&lt;br /&gt;mudar a mímese do olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu caio&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca deixarei de tentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu bebo, eu fumo, eu vivo, eu grito, eu falo, eu mato, eu, eu, eu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-6568335801696237277?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/6568335801696237277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a parede&lt;br /&gt;mas faço &lt;br /&gt;por merecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daqui pra frente&lt;br /&gt;só piora&lt;br /&gt;a vontade que sinto &lt;br /&gt;por ti&lt;br /&gt;agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não poderia&lt;br /&gt;não deveria&lt;br /&gt;não queria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são muitos nãos&lt;br /&gt;que formaram é um simples&lt;br /&gt;SIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que piora minha situação&lt;br /&gt;sempre que nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;quero dizer não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas não&lt;br /&gt;não dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já que você &lt;br /&gt;me intriga&lt;br /&gt;só de me olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sabe o que faz&lt;br /&gt;já que quando chego mais perto&lt;br /&gt;nunca dá pra trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mexo com você também&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que &lt;br /&gt;não queria&lt;br /&gt;não poderia &lt;br /&gt;e nem deveria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e como meu não &lt;br /&gt;virou um sim&lt;br /&gt;mais forte que a gente&lt;br /&gt;por fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1219716407382578832?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/1219716407382578832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-e-sim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1219716407382578832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1219716407382578832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-e-sim.html' title='não é sim.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-2352124998765010628</id><published>2010-12-28T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:10:04.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sinto.</title><content type='html'>Sinto coisas que não deveria&lt;br /&gt;começou como um jogo&lt;br /&gt;e hoje&lt;br /&gt;me vejo muito envolvida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho mais medo por você&lt;br /&gt;que por mim&lt;br /&gt;sei que me viro&lt;br /&gt;do começo ao fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minto que não sinto&lt;br /&gt;mas bebo e esqueço&lt;br /&gt;que deveria fazer um papel&lt;br /&gt;e foi outro tropeço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem gente que aprende errando&lt;br /&gt;mas se sou errante&lt;br /&gt;aprendo a todo instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca me impede de fazer o que quero&lt;br /&gt;vivo o hoje&lt;br /&gt;e no amanhã&lt;br /&gt;desespero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gostaria de ter mais tolerância&lt;br /&gt;pras minhas tantas&lt;br /&gt;discordâncias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas fazer o que?&lt;br /&gt;se gosto&lt;br /&gt;se quero&lt;br /&gt;e se é pra valer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que empate&lt;br /&gt;fizemos por merecer&lt;br /&gt;espero que seja um placar justo&lt;br /&gt;a quem envolver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2352124998765010628?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2352124998765010628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/sinto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2352124998765010628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2352124998765010628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/sinto.html' title='sinto.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-1181850713232196286</id><published>2010-12-17T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:57:44.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Vida&lt;br /&gt;louca Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vai, volta&lt;br /&gt;e me vira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altos, baixos&lt;br /&gt;prefiro no meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivo extremos &lt;br /&gt;sem receio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A queda é grande &lt;br /&gt;e o pico é alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma loucura sem fim&lt;br /&gt;mas não caio do salto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ressaca não é ruim&lt;br /&gt;faço oq faço &lt;br /&gt;me acomodo e não disfarço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheço as consequências&lt;br /&gt;mas não sou ponto final&lt;br /&gt;sou reticências...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1181850713232196286?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/1181850713232196286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1181850713232196286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1181850713232196286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-5123625146775360257</id><published>2010-12-08T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:10:17.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pela janela.</title><content type='html'>Vi&lt;br /&gt;corri &lt;br /&gt;busquei&lt;br /&gt;cheguei&lt;br /&gt;fotografei&lt;br /&gt;guardei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra sempre &lt;br /&gt;esses presentes&lt;br /&gt;que sampa me dá&lt;br /&gt;em dia que decido&lt;br /&gt;te contemplar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-5123625146775360257?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/5123625146775360257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/pela-janela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5123625146775360257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5123625146775360257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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impossibilidade&lt;br /&gt;de que algo aconteça&lt;br /&gt;mas curto ainda mais a possibilidade&lt;br /&gt;de que essa vontade floresça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O legal é que não faz mal a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;só enaltece o ego&lt;br /&gt;o que pra gente sempre faz bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-3648091835101966374?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/3648091835101966374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3648091835101966374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3648091835101966374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/12/fire.html' title='fire.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-8670692809215762604</id><published>2010-11-24T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:16:12.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>etc.</title><content type='html'>Sinto tudo&lt;br /&gt;sem sentir nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é muito&lt;br /&gt;muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;tão pouco &lt;br /&gt;que não é nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nada é ausência&lt;br /&gt;nada é muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito que entristece&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos um pouco&lt;br /&gt;mas não tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;a quem não merece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas então &lt;br /&gt;é muito?&lt;br /&gt;é pouco?&lt;br /&gt;ou muito pouco? &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-8670692809215762604?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/8670692809215762604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8670692809215762604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8670692809215762604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/etc.html' title='etc.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-1965356372797172086</id><published>2010-11-17T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:17:03.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paz.</title><content type='html'>Não sei &lt;br /&gt;acho que começamos sem querer&lt;br /&gt;e quando vimos&lt;br /&gt;foi pra valer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre lá quando preciso&lt;br /&gt;me faz sentir segura&lt;br /&gt;e apareceu sem aviso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:00 óbvio que sou eu&lt;br /&gt;e pra mim é você&lt;br /&gt;naquele momento pelo menos foi&lt;br /&gt;e foi fácil de prever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que é uma coisa pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;não as vontades, brincadeiras, meias verdades&lt;br /&gt;e sim a cumplicidade, o bem querer, a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos assim e não quero que mude&lt;br /&gt;gosto porque ninguém se ilude&lt;br /&gt;sabemos qual nossa realidade&lt;br /&gt;em busca de momentos que nos tragam felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1965356372797172086?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/1965356372797172086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1965356372797172086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1965356372797172086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/paz.html' title='paz.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-6489215629614252110</id><published>2010-11-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:18:50.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje.</title><content type='html'>Nos vemos sempre,&lt;br /&gt;nos falamos assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero uma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;um sim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você talvez imagine,&lt;br /&gt;pois da corda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu? sei bem,&lt;br /&gt;que não vou agir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você,&lt;br /&gt;também não vou esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo fica fácil prever,&lt;br /&gt;que nada vai acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os desencontros,&lt;br /&gt;ajudam essa teoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já os encontros,&lt;br /&gt;fazem esquecer que nunca dá pra saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ficamos assim,&lt;br /&gt;no zero a zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando?&lt;br /&gt;até que uma atitude parta de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-6489215629614252110?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/6489215629614252110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/6489215629614252110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/6489215629614252110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje.html' title='hoje.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-1835121654656347709</id><published>2010-11-07T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:02:38.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúbio ser - 5 passos e 1/2</title><content type='html'>De repente me vejo assim&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de longe&lt;br /&gt;Mas perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma distância&lt;br /&gt;Entre o meu umbigo e o seu&lt;br /&gt;E pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que o seu sorriso não morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar perdida&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem um pouco desiludida&lt;br /&gt;Por estranho que pareça&lt;br /&gt;Mais crédula da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;Mas finjo que não vejo&lt;br /&gt;Que quase nada parece permitido&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos de quem almejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como sempre nasce em mim&lt;br /&gt;O simples desejo&lt;br /&gt;Da vontade sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Do gosto do beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que virá&lt;br /&gt;Metade ou um quarto&lt;br /&gt;Se quero, vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;O gosto do prato farto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assinado Resposta&lt;br /&gt;Só resta esperar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que agora inerte&lt;br /&gt;O momento há de nos encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo sim ou pelo não&lt;br /&gt;Previsão com você não há&lt;br /&gt;Na reta ou na contramão&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade é de te apertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, se preciso for&lt;br /&gt;Bato de frente&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço tudo que disse&lt;br /&gt;E jogo tudo pro alto, de repente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1835121654656347709?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/1835121654656347709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/dubio-ser-5-passos-e-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1835121654656347709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/1835121654656347709'/><link 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repetidas&lt;br /&gt;e comentários que faziam qualquer um morrer de rir&lt;br /&gt;sempre levou recortes de jornais, revistas de assuntos que interessavam a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se esquecia &lt;br /&gt;e sempre ligava e perguntava &lt;br /&gt;sobre absolutamente TUDO que estava acontecendo em nossa vida e se eu tava "animada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurantes, lojas, shoppings&lt;br /&gt;se tinha um que não conhecia&lt;br /&gt;logo ligava e já perguntava quando seria esse dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma saudade IMENSA&lt;br /&gt;que as vezes vem de repente &lt;br /&gt;e me pego chorando incansavelmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria poder agradecer tudo que fez por mim &lt;br /&gt;aos lugares que me levou &lt;br /&gt;que por sua causa conheci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que&lt;br /&gt;"Quando estou com você estou nos braços da paz"&lt;br /&gt;obrigada por estar comigo sempre &lt;br /&gt;e quando penso em você um sorriso em mim se faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-3348419104660747271?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/3348419104660747271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/com-ph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3348419104660747271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3348419104660747271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/11/com-ph.html' title='com PH'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-3656315933829278753</id><published>2010-10-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:21:55.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>você.</title><content type='html'>Estava afim de escrever&lt;br /&gt;escrever pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não por motivo algum&lt;br /&gt;só vontade mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquela que vem&lt;br /&gt;inspira,&lt;br /&gt;e nem sei o porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é bom assim,&lt;br /&gt;vem de dentro,&lt;br /&gt;vem de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo penso em um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que se faça de difícil&lt;br /&gt;sei que é uma máscara,&lt;br /&gt;um ofício&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É complicado ser muitas em uma só&lt;br /&gt;mas é genioso, gostoso&lt;br /&gt;sem dó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos brincar de não sermos nós&lt;br /&gt;mas não podemos nos perder e esquecer &lt;br /&gt;seus contras e prós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes nos vejo parecidas &lt;br /&gt;já outras... &lt;br /&gt;completamente desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso faz dar certo&lt;br /&gt;por ser muito seguro&lt;br /&gt;e de tão seguro&lt;br /&gt;incerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia escrever por horas&lt;br /&gt;mas pararei por aqui&lt;br /&gt;mas quero que saiba que é um privilégio pra mim&lt;br /&gt;você ter me aberto esses diferentes lados de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-3656315933829278753?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/3656315933829278753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/10/voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3656315933829278753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3656315933829278753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/10/voce.html' title='você.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-2412740835327269565</id><published>2010-10-24T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:21:45.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assim</title><content type='html'>O presente já dei&lt;br /&gt;mas no presente&lt;br /&gt;não exitei &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com boa intenção &lt;br /&gt;e sem nenhuma maldade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz o que queria&lt;br /&gt;o que me deu vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi prudente&lt;br /&gt;mas foi excitante &lt;br /&gt;e envolvente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um impulso&lt;br /&gt;nem quis segurar&lt;br /&gt;sabia que disso não ia passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma relação difícil de analisar&lt;br /&gt;então nem mesmo paro pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe sintonia, carinho&lt;br /&gt;amizade e verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um capricho&lt;br /&gt;ou só uma vontade&lt;br /&gt;é reciprocidade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes se torna um tanto inconsequente&lt;br /&gt;mas fazer o que?&lt;br /&gt;se assim gente se entende.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2412740835327269565?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2412740835327269565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/10/assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2412740835327269565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2412740835327269565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/10/assim.html' title='assim'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-5666685113140748662</id><published>2010-10-20T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:59:33.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seguir</title><content type='html'>Perdida&lt;br /&gt;me encontro mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas dessa vez é diferente&lt;br /&gt;é um perdido coerente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quem sabe que tem que ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Pra um novo começo aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente menos espera&lt;br /&gt;A vida ta aí, tá aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não vai esperar por mim&lt;br /&gt;ou por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvo eu &lt;br /&gt;não espero mais acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho &lt;br /&gt;eu que tenho que traçar, buscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais perder meu tempo e esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida pode dar voltas&lt;br /&gt;ou simplesmente ser um yoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ela não gira &lt;br /&gt;nem vai e volta...eu VOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-5666685113140748662?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/5666685113140748662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/10/seguir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5666685113140748662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5666685113140748662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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voltar&lt;br /&gt;quero pela posse&lt;br /&gt;ou só por te amar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou inconstante e isso incomoda&lt;br /&gt;não só a você mas também a mim&lt;br /&gt;não escolhemos quem somos&lt;br /&gt;mas tento não ser assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso não fazer sentido&lt;br /&gt;ou sentido de mais&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que no final me entendo&lt;br /&gt;e isso me faz ficar em paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2397662449158076733?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2397662449158076733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/10/momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;queria mesmo é saber largar a mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser fraca,&lt;br /&gt;ou forte&lt;br /&gt;e te ligar &lt;br /&gt;e te contar&lt;br /&gt;que com você é meu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria não falar com raiva&lt;br /&gt;pq é tão bonito o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;mas hoje não minto&lt;br /&gt;e sei que é distinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morro de medo da gente se perder&lt;br /&gt;mas me atenho no sonho de um dia te rever&lt;br /&gt;e a gente se olhar e saber&lt;br /&gt;que esse tempo foi bom &lt;br /&gt;e que agora é pra valer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-4990796396932826270?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/4990796396932826270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>ansiedade.</title><content type='html'>Desejo da&lt;br /&gt;vontade do&lt;br /&gt;tesão da&lt;br /&gt;coragem do &lt;br /&gt;gozo da&lt;br /&gt;sensação do&lt;br /&gt;medo da&lt;br /&gt;resposta do&lt;br /&gt;saber da&lt;br /&gt;ânsia do&lt;br /&gt;resultado da&lt;br /&gt;espera do&lt;br /&gt;tempo da&lt;br /&gt;mágica do&lt;br /&gt;momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que vai acontecer&lt;br /&gt;quando a gente se conhecer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1042227813561148445?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/1042227813561148445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/ansiedade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria saber me entregar,&lt;br /&gt;me envolver, me ater...&lt;br /&gt;mas não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria muito poder dizer,&lt;br /&gt;o que ?&lt;br /&gt;não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas queria me fazer entender&lt;br /&gt;e porque que mudo todo dia&lt;br /&gt;faça chuva ou faça sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o porque que me faço&lt;br /&gt;um tanto inconsequente&lt;br /&gt;quando isso vai me machucar&lt;br /&gt;e machucar a gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não por vontade &lt;br /&gt;ou por pressão&lt;br /&gt;vou levando a vida &lt;br /&gt;meio assim na contra mão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-8592000507354891358?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/8592000507354891358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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vem do céu</title><content type='html'>É a chuva&lt;br /&gt;que molha&lt;br /&gt;que me traz&lt;br /&gt;e renova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me lembra&lt;br /&gt;e não deixa&lt;br /&gt;esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida&lt;br /&gt;pode ser &lt;br /&gt;complicada&lt;br /&gt;mas que a chuva&lt;br /&gt;vem pra resolver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que dentro de mim &lt;br /&gt;se fez problema&lt;br /&gt;com ela&lt;br /&gt;volta a ser poema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faz pensar&lt;br /&gt;refletir &lt;br /&gt;e voltar&lt;br /&gt;a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo &lt;br /&gt;é mesmo agora&lt;br /&gt;en†ão, vem chuva&lt;br /&gt;e me leva embora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1649311551412485304?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-3161667971083507423</id><published>2010-09-21T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:03:27.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inesperado</title><content type='html'>Como sempre&lt;br /&gt;tentei esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que coisas me incomodavam&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem saber direito o que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfarcei e fingi&lt;br /&gt;que não era nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te encontrei &lt;br /&gt;e você percebeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não teve duvida&lt;br /&gt;mas não se meteu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui embora e entrei no carro&lt;br /&gt;quis te contar que pra mim não estava claro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peguei o telefone&lt;br /&gt;pra te escrever &lt;br /&gt;mas recebi uma mensagem&lt;br /&gt;que veio de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seus olhos hoje&lt;br /&gt;tão dispersos&lt;br /&gt;esconderam um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;que vejo sempre aberto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois de ler &lt;br /&gt;meu sorriso abriu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É incrível &lt;br /&gt;como pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;e uma pessoa &lt;br /&gt;ter o poder&lt;br /&gt;de mudar um dia de merda&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dai pra frente &lt;br /&gt;só melhorou &lt;br /&gt;no final das contas&lt;br /&gt;só tenho a agradecer&lt;br /&gt;vou dormir&lt;br /&gt;de bom humor&lt;br /&gt;por causa de você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-3161667971083507423?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/3161667971083507423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>prazer</title><content type='html'>Sinto &lt;br /&gt;não sinto &lt;br /&gt;não sei se&lt;br /&gt;sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como&lt;br /&gt;mastigo&lt;br /&gt;cuspo se&lt;br /&gt;não gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra&lt;br /&gt;se sai&lt;br /&gt;se volta&lt;br /&gt;fica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexo&lt;br /&gt;da paixão&lt;br /&gt;sem amor&lt;br /&gt;verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dúvida&lt;br /&gt;move&lt;br /&gt;vontade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-7658544048469697714?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/7658544048469697714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/prazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/7658544048469697714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/7658544048469697714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/prazer.html' title='prazer'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-2933888680841148121</id><published>2010-09-17T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:06:35.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empasse</title><content type='html'>É claro &lt;br /&gt;É escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da noite &lt;br /&gt;Para o dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo distante &lt;br /&gt;Ansío  presença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me aproximo&lt;br /&gt;Já sei a sequência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se chego mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Perco a noção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te conheço&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não perco meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Teu tempo me ganha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo querendo&lt;br /&gt;Te ter na cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo do limite&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se corro, se fico&lt;br /&gt;Ou do que sou capaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2933888680841148121?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2933888680841148121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/empasse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2933888680841148121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2933888680841148121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/empasse.html' title='empasse'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-3991973462184537986</id><published>2010-09-13T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:29:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resposta</title><content type='html'>Li, re  li, mas não sei se vi,&lt;br /&gt;O que tinha pra ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca soube que de fato aconteceria,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sendo avisada de que poderia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditei, mas tb não duvidei,&lt;br /&gt;visto de dentro não enxerguei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acho q mereça só o que tenho pra dar,&lt;br /&gt;é muito pouco, não vou negar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar inteira, mas não estou,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo antes de saber de tudo isso &lt;br /&gt;ainda tenho um amor em mim que não mudou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo e sofro ele todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;morre aos poucos a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim me sinto incapaz&lt;br /&gt;de me jogar numa história que não seja fulgaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de você se entregar,&lt;br /&gt;pra uma coisa que mais pra frente não saiba lhe dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como devo agir ou o que devo fazer,&lt;br /&gt;sei que não quero te ver sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso nos outros mais que em mim&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja defeito mas eu sou mesmo assim &lt;br /&gt;um pouco sem jeito e sem querer&lt;br /&gt;que interprete errado tudo que tentei te dizer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-3991973462184537986?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/3991973462184537986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/resposta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3991973462184537986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/3991973462184537986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/resposta.html' title='resposta'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-1747553416186658657</id><published>2010-09-07T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:44:11.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loucoépouco - dúbio ser</title><content type='html'>Qualquer coisa serve&lt;br /&gt;o que sair será só, será parte&lt;br /&gt;o que digo e como le, como leio e o que diz&lt;br /&gt;não importa, não faremos alarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me contento com pouco&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo de uma vez assusta&lt;br /&gt;não sei se é prepotência&lt;br /&gt;mas também não sou referencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo sim ou pelo não, escolho não ter opção&lt;br /&gt;sem me pedirem 2, faço 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do meio termo&lt;br /&gt;mas convivo bem com a extremidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na subversão de qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;ficamos com a sacanagem do que é findo&lt;br /&gt;impulsos fluem e  limites são esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rota se perde&lt;br /&gt;os caminhos se cruzam&lt;br /&gt;seguimos viajando em uma lógica difusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vem, eu volto&lt;br /&gt;volto, vejo vc vindo&lt;br /&gt;no labirinto das saidas faceis&lt;br /&gt;qualquer passo é dado sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final o que há é a inversão dos papeis&lt;br /&gt;loucura pouca eu sublimo&lt;br /&gt;e sanidade não existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-1747553416186658657?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-5925787550060013688</id><published>2010-09-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:35:06.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olho</title><content type='html'>Vejo de mais&lt;br /&gt;ou de menos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo assim &lt;br /&gt;pq quero ? ou pq é oq vejo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me questionei sobre o olhar,&lt;br /&gt;sobre o parar e observar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ao certo&lt;br /&gt;mas minha intuição diz&lt;br /&gt;que vejo mais que só com o olho aberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não faça sentido &lt;br /&gt;mas quando olho as vezes autisto&lt;br /&gt;mas quando vejo, sei cada detalhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não detalhes como cores e formas&lt;br /&gt;mas como posturas, movimentos...&lt;br /&gt;como uma leitura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que tb não é leitura&lt;br /&gt;não faço pq quero&lt;br /&gt;nem escolho quem observo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando dou por mim&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;quase entendo como a pessoa se sente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez veja muito&lt;br /&gt;mas não só com pessoas&lt;br /&gt;isso acontece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fui acusada de insensível diversas vezes&lt;br /&gt;por não ver um sentimento florecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o pior cego não é o que não quer ver?&lt;br /&gt;e se eu quero mas não vejo....&lt;br /&gt;é porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo muito&lt;br /&gt;vejo pouco&lt;br /&gt;vejo oq vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sinto como se as vezes visse &lt;br /&gt;o que o resto não vê&lt;br /&gt;e as vezes não vejo o que todo mundo vê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o distinto,&lt;br /&gt;o divergente, o incoerente&lt;br /&gt;facilmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-5925787550060013688?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/5925787550060013688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/olho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5925787550060013688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/5925787550060013688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/olho.html' title='Olho'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-8688085707255780872</id><published>2010-09-05T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:03:28.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nem sempre.</title><content type='html'>As vezes acho,&lt;br /&gt;que ando errado,&lt;br /&gt;traço caminhos tortos,&lt;br /&gt;não me vejo chegando a lugar algum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes penso,&lt;br /&gt;que ta tudo certo,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo com um rumo incerto,&lt;br /&gt;não caio na lamentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes sinto,&lt;br /&gt;que tudo tem um porque,&lt;br /&gt;mas nem sempre os questiono,&lt;br /&gt;nem quero saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes sonho,&lt;br /&gt;e me proponho,&lt;br /&gt;em conhecer alguém,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que não saiba quem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes quero,&lt;br /&gt;mais do que já tenho,&lt;br /&gt;o que não posso,&lt;br /&gt;mas o que pretendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes grito,&lt;br /&gt;mas ninguém me ouve,&lt;br /&gt;é um momento meu,&lt;br /&gt;que só divido com deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes choro,&lt;br /&gt;de saudades ou por opção,&lt;br /&gt;que fiz de viver de mãos dadas,&lt;br /&gt;com a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes escrevo,&lt;br /&gt;pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;pra você,&lt;br /&gt;pra ninguém ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes faço tudo junto,&lt;br /&gt;nunca com a mente parada,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo dando uma autistada,&lt;br /&gt;sou uma pessoa intrigada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-8688085707255780872?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/8688085707255780872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/nem-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8688085707255780872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8688085707255780872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/09/nem-sempre.html' title='nem sempre.'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-6819452283195837752</id><published>2010-08-31T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:01:47.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inCERTEZA</title><content type='html'>De repente uma propósta,&lt;br /&gt;em um momento singular,&lt;br /&gt;com tendência a multiplicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber direito,&lt;br /&gt;aceito sem preconceito,&lt;br /&gt;e não paro a pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é assim,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acontece pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;desse jeito, é meio ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a primeira a gostar,&lt;br /&gt;não só me acostumar,&lt;br /&gt;e fingir que sei amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser estranho,&lt;br /&gt;posso estar pedindo pra sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;mas fazer o que se já sofro por você não saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que gosto, que quero bem,&lt;br /&gt;você acha que amo e não vivo sem,&lt;br /&gt;sem saber como explicar te deixo acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade, o tesão, o desejo,&lt;br /&gt;existem em mim tanto quanto em você,&lt;br /&gt;Não sou de ferro e sou movida pelo prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prazer esse que passa,&lt;br /&gt;e me sinto sem graça,&lt;br /&gt;sem saber o que fazer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquista de um prêmio,&lt;br /&gt;de um podium,&lt;br /&gt;que não tem vencedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armações condicionadas,&lt;br /&gt;por uma mente viciada,&lt;br /&gt;em um jogo sem pudor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu tenha dado sorte,&lt;br /&gt;mas até o dia da minha morte,&lt;br /&gt;domino esse vício e vivo um grande amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-6819452283195837752?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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assustar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você chegou, me embalou,&lt;br /&gt;me levou, me encantou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora sim, &lt;br /&gt;o sono me achou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-2060245851837035846?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/2060245851837035846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/08/boa-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2060245851837035846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/2060245851837035846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/08/boa-noite.html' title='a busca'/><author><name>anaturner</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pbAiJ_7Uc5A/THNzCEVIO5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/z5U-2V0Vay8/S220/Foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9221079987769671550.post-8623022840703538225</id><published>2010-08-29T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T07:59:53.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxúria</title><content type='html'>Nao sei se deveria.&lt;br /&gt;pensar não ranca pedaço,&lt;br /&gt;mas tb nao satisfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se deveria.&lt;br /&gt;ouvir oq estou ouvindo,&lt;br /&gt;falar oq estou falando,&lt;br /&gt;mas agora tanto faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a noite ta linda,&lt;br /&gt;o ar ta seco,&lt;br /&gt;ou fui eu quem ficou sem chão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi o rumo,&lt;br /&gt;mudei de faixa,&lt;br /&gt;cruzei a linha,&lt;br /&gt;mas agora já nem faço questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é vontade?&lt;br /&gt;é jogo? &lt;br /&gt;é armação?&lt;br /&gt;é sacanagem?&lt;br /&gt;se não,&lt;br /&gt;oq q é então?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-8623022840703538225?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/8623022840703538225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/08/sins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9221079987769671550/posts/default/8623022840703538225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Gostas do dia&lt;br /&gt;O preferes a noite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você se perguntar,&lt;br /&gt;não sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tem resposta pronta,&lt;br /&gt;Equivoca-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque escolher,&lt;br /&gt;se podemos viver ambos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O clarão da noite,&lt;br /&gt;a obscuridade do dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na luz do sol, ou do luar&lt;br /&gt;vivemos a vida, do jeito que da.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9221079987769671550-4747461752887663107?l=turneraround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/feeds/4747461752887663107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://turneraround.blogspot.com/2010/08/noite-e-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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