<?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-24062672</id><updated>2012-01-25T14:44:37.041-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão Real</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-6703516242623478096</id><published>2009-10-29T16:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:59:59.458-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de Sábado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje é sexta depois de quinta, para alguns um dia comum e para outros é o grande dia. Por isso tome um gole de prudênciae respire com profundidade sua vida. Diga adeus para suas más companhias mentais e absorva sua liberdade de conquista. Ser ou sendo seu dia ele sempre será só seu. Talvez ninguém entenda o que diz ou não escute suas palavras, mas lembre-se você estará lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Felizmente hoje o sol brilha e estou vivo com planos e querendo sua companhia. Não queremos problemas, nem pedras soltas no chão, e sim sons de um diálogo qualquer que me digam as melhores palavras e que me façam soltar grandes gargalhadas sem ter fim. Por que hoje é antes de sábado, o meu dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-6703516242623478096?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6703516242623478096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=6703516242623478096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/6703516242623478096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/6703516242623478096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/antes-de-sabado.html' title='Antes de Sábado'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-8204538787864854124</id><published>2009-05-18T14:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:53:20.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/ShGeWvgkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZfSsGn4T55Y/s1600-h/amanhecer.ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337221146958110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/ShGeWvgkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZfSsGn4T55Y/s320/amanhecer.ms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voltar para onde o bem estar é “mágico”&lt;br /&gt;Faz-te tão bem&lt;br /&gt;A sua expressão muda;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois chega outra&lt;br /&gt;Acostumamos-nos com ela&lt;br /&gt;E ela adapta-se a nós&lt;br /&gt;Hoje se encerra mais um ciclo;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã voará para outro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas somos capazes de vencer&lt;br /&gt;De chegar onde sempre queremos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sendo honesto, sincero, integro...&lt;br /&gt;Aprender com quem convivemos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre será um desafio&lt;br /&gt;Por que muitas vezes não nos adaptamos&lt;br /&gt;Tão facilmente como pareceria&lt;br /&gt;Hoje neste dia podemos dizer que todos somos vencedores&lt;br /&gt;Da alegria e da felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos que tenho certeza são merecidos por todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;Tenhamos consciência de que aprendemos um com o outro&lt;br /&gt;E que criamos um laço de respeito, sinceridade, coleguismo e amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem chegamos e amanhã partimos&lt;br /&gt;Mas nas memórias sempre ficaram as lembranças de alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rapha Melo - 18/05/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-8204538787864854124?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8204538787864854124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=8204538787864854124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/8204538787864854124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/8204538787864854124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2009/05/voltando-voltar-para-onde-o-bem-estar-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/ShGeWvgkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZfSsGn4T55Y/s72-c/amanhecer.ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-3189164193468703134</id><published>2009-01-22T14:31:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:29:42.212-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhe com seu Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SXisTzwPk1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/auzLciO_8uE/s1600-h/Sonhos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294170818284065618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SXisTzwPk1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/auzLciO_8uE/s400/Sonhos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminhe com seu Sonho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Materializar o sonho de conquista nem todos conseguem e muito menos alcançam. Sorrir para o espelho é fácil, assim como dar um abraço de um braço só em alguém, o problema é que nem sempre poderemos fazer somente o que queremos, algumas das vezes teremos que ser exatamente quem não somos. E às vezes forçar algumas situações para alcançar seus desejos, isso com certeza não será legal, por que ao descoberto perde-se talvez alguma confiança que talvez existisse. O que deve ser feito é ser quem você realmente é. Acreditar na caminhada sempre será a solução dos problemas que talvez você mesmo tenha criado. Em uma pesquisa feita diz: “80% dos problemas que as pessoas possuem são causados por elas mesmas”. Se parar e pensar realmente isso é verdade mesmo, mas esse assunto também é um tanto quanto complexo, de certa forma nos deixa intrigados por onde essas reflexões nos levarão. Talvez ainda mais para o alto ou ainda mais para baixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tropeçamos outras caímos, mas o que não deve mudar em cada um é a essência, pois ela significa o que somos e quem somos, e sim devemos mudar a nossa atitude perante determinados momentos da vida. Os tropeços significam que se deve ter mais atenção, que há algum “vagão fora dos trilhos” dificultando sua progressão. As quedas significam que o seu “trem” descarrilou, que pra sair dessa você vai ter se machucado de verdade e que sua atitude deve ser daí para diante de um vencedor de verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-3189164193468703134?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3189164193468703134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=3189164193468703134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/3189164193468703134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/3189164193468703134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2009/01/caminhe-com-seu-sonho.html' title='Caminhe com seu Sonho'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SXisTzwPk1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/auzLciO_8uE/s72-c/Sonhos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-23708767626615405</id><published>2008-12-22T15:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:50:57.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seja bem vindo 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SU_Su4DjrMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8n1CD-cJPT8/s1600-h/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282672590692003010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SU_Su4DjrMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8n1CD-cJPT8/s320/vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A casa está parada por aqui, mas também foi tanta correria neste final de ano que não consegui arrumar tempo para postar aqui em “casa”.&lt;br /&gt;Daqui para frente estou mirando muito alto e saltarei daqui para lá.&lt;br /&gt;Futuro: Ano de 2009 muitos projetos novos e continuação dos que coloquei em prática nesse ano. Irei buscar mais conhecimento, energia, alegria, felicidade, música, irei amar cada vez mais tudo todos e sempre minha Marina. Corro para poder enxergar além de onde quero ir. Irei viver mais cada momento da vida, curtir as pessoas que vivem e convivem comigo, para que eu não me arrependa de nada. Busco sempre ser melhor que eu mesmo para poder a cima de tudo me amar cada dia mais.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a minha Marina que sempre está comigo em todos os momentos me apoiando, sorrindo ou chorando, um maravilhoso 2009 e que você amor continue sempre com essa determinação de conseguir as coisas que sempre sonha. Você me contagia com sua alegria, com o brilho dos teus sonhos, amo-te sempre, e viverei com teu amor sempre. Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mundo muita paz, amor ao próximo, saúde, compreensão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a música!!! Que embala e emociona minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo minha vida e sempre lutarei por ela. Muito obrigado vida por eu ser quem eu sou!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282673148040540482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SU_TPUVzcUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PpDVtPCQ03U/s320/bfs20061124.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-23708767626615405?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/23708767626615405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=23708767626615405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/23708767626615405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/23708767626615405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/12/seja-bem-vindo-2009.html' title='Seja bem vindo 2009'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SU_Su4DjrMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8n1CD-cJPT8/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-3812704982171352317</id><published>2008-11-17T17:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:06:29.427-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SSHNdQ6wQdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ag0oPsnIe1o/s1600-h/NasRochas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269718941641490898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SSHNdQ6wQdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ag0oPsnIe1o/s320/NasRochas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phloo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou atravessar o caminho das pedras&lt;br /&gt;Em direção ao limite&lt;br /&gt;Voando sobre o espaço sem chão,&lt;br /&gt;Aterrissando no destino;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero voar&lt;br /&gt;E saborear a vista&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para o início&lt;br /&gt;Próximo da chegada&lt;br /&gt;E lembrar que caí,&lt;br /&gt;Mas levantei;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei entre o bem e o mau,&lt;br /&gt;Cortando a poeira&lt;br /&gt;Limitando terreno no coração;&lt;br /&gt;A montanha aproxima-se de mim&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegar lá no topo&lt;br /&gt;Pegarei as asas&lt;br /&gt;E saltarei para te buscar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Rapha Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-3812704982171352317?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3812704982171352317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=3812704982171352317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/3812704982171352317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/3812704982171352317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/phloo.html' title='Phloo'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SSHNdQ6wQdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ag0oPsnIe1o/s72-c/NasRochas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-2001849297330655168</id><published>2008-11-10T12:00:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:26:46.883-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão no Travesseiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SRhD3MLexSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nHUEwMfJNrs/s1600-h/travesseiro_glo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267034379651040546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SRhD3MLexSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nHUEwMfJNrs/s320/travesseiro_glo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflexão no Travesseiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Novamente acordo sobre o pensamento de não entender das quantas e por quantas vidas viverei. Sem saber o que fazer para tentar entender o que as criaturas existentes e exigentes realmente querem. Ninguém é igual a ninguém e por isso é tão difícil sentir-se bem com todos. A sensação de alegria vê que é artificial para alguns, talvez por que escolham assim ou talvez por alguém os impusesse assim. Dificilmente se vê sorrisos que brilham verdadeiros, o que me entristece de forma tão profunda que é preferível encostar a cabeça ao travesseiro e refletir. Talvez seja hora de seguir outro caminho ou ainda de tentar consertar o no que está. Analisados os casos procure os detalhes onde se é possível alterar, trocar as peças talvez seja a melhor forma de acertar. Desistir do que veio fazer no momento em que seu otimismo aflorado exala o que realmente sonha; sabe de uma coisa?! A resposta é: nunca, mesmo que criaturas tentem transformar sua segurança em insegurança e sua alegria em tristeza. Nunca desista.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo de se viver bem é observar as pessoas, os caminhos. Isto é diferente de julgar alguma criatura, na verdade é saber em quem talvez você possa confiar e o que não se deve fazer. Sei exatamente por que se vive, fortalecendo o espírito com cada situação se busca a redenção. Mesmo sendo um pouco desligado nunca se fará mal aos outros e nem mesmo trocará palavras de maldade por privilégios.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ser feliz com tudo que se tem só é possível se sonhar nunca for escassez para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Rapha Melo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-2001849297330655168?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2001849297330655168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=2001849297330655168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/2001849297330655168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/2001849297330655168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflexo-no-travesseiro.html' title='Reflexão no Travesseiro'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SRhD3MLexSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nHUEwMfJNrs/s72-c/travesseiro_glo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-809795798083342639</id><published>2008-10-28T15:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:35:05.734-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo Todo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SQdKwTwJHCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GICNQ-EeusQ/s1600-h/Relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262256883402087458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SQdKwTwJHCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GICNQ-EeusQ/s320/Relogio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempo Todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagens que marcam&lt;br /&gt;Momentos gravados na mente&lt;br /&gt;Ficam no papel&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do que não volta;&lt;br /&gt;Fases do coração&lt;br /&gt;Que sorri,&lt;br /&gt;A mesma história.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje somos diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;Inocentes no olhar;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios ao falar&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras que atrai&lt;br /&gt;Gestos de “Pólo Extra”.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero tocar no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Saber se estarei lá&lt;br /&gt;Para gravar o Tempo Todo&lt;br /&gt;As coisas mais belas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Rapha Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-809795798083342639?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/809795798083342639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=809795798083342639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/809795798083342639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/809795798083342639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo-todo.html' title='Tempo Todo'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SQdKwTwJHCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GICNQ-EeusQ/s72-c/Relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-5475295092501045356</id><published>2008-10-03T10:43:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:19:04.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedra Batalha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SOYkHaz1hEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8clwnWspPNw/s1600-h/sylvestretrasimenetz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252925725248685122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SOYkHaz1hEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8clwnWspPNw/s320/sylvestretrasimenetz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pedra Batalha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso chorar pelas derrotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mundo gira nele mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mesmo que o seu em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tantas tristezas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sangue que choramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Escorrem aos pés dos desamparados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mortos por sua própria raça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo em busca do Poder;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fez o amor secar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E o ódio brotar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pesa em meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A armadura furada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pela lança da dor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SOYufHUPw6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/YIUF_ZR_t9c/s1600-h/Japanese_dead_on_Edsons_Ridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SOZdoFce5wI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XXc1FB8ASm8/s1600-h/Japanese_dead_on_Edsons_Ridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252988958612055810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" height="250" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SOZdoFce5wI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XXc1FB8ASm8/s400/Japanese_dead_on_Edsons_Ridge.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo passa&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SOYtoZxlPhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KdlHfLqWAuE/s1600-h/Japanese_dead_on_Edsons_Ridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas o que sinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;É coração de pedra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez seja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Restam marcas no corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Das guerras desleais;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo que lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;São luzes que vem e vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sons desesperados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelo labirinto da morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Raphael Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;  Infelizmente este é o nosso mundo, o que manda aqui neste planeta é o poder, o dinherio. É estranho, mas muitos deixam a ganância governar suas vidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;                Acredito que podemos mudar o mundo, mas cada um fazendo sua parte por mais que ela pareça insignificante, você pode  ter certeza que está fazendo a sua. Lutamos pela Paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-5475295092501045356?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5475295092501045356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=5475295092501045356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/5475295092501045356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/5475295092501045356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/pedra-batalha.html' title='Pedra Batalha'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SOYkHaz1hEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8clwnWspPNw/s72-c/sylvestretrasimenetz4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-8723427552007105437</id><published>2008-09-24T12:08:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:26:41.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje em dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SNpaZCi68II/AAAAAAAAADE/siHIHar1LUg/s1600-h/Montanhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249607701880303746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SNpaZCi68II/AAAAAAAAADE/siHIHar1LUg/s320/Montanhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vistal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorrir por encontrar um novo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ideal de saber querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelo elo à circular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não desviar dos passos reencontrados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melhor no solo elásticoQue impulsiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não assim ao lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo de lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em que se perde tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De sorrir, gritar e vibrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É hora de voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ser quem realmente somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Raphael Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que pensamos e vivemos muito o futuro e assim acabamos pecando na estruturação do agora para o além. Acho que vivendo cada um do seu jeito e vivendo cada dia intensamente sempre será a melhor saída para a entrada nos nossos sonhos e para torná-los definitivamente reais. Por isso nunca esqueça seus objetivos. Ah!!! Se você ainda não tem nenhum, crie-os e busque-os de uma forma digna. Viver é muito bom!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpem o discurso, apenas queria passar está mensagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraços Até Mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-8723427552007105437?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8723427552007105437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=8723427552007105437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/8723427552007105437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/8723427552007105437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoje-em-dia.html' title='Hoje em dia'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SNpaZCi68II/AAAAAAAAADE/siHIHar1LUg/s72-c/Montanhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-1520510111471148168</id><published>2008-09-19T13:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:52:19.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SNPmBsVo3WI/AAAAAAAAACc/zeEcPLV4l1E/s1600-h/Outono+em+NY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247790907572936034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SNPmBsVo3WI/AAAAAAAAACc/zeEcPLV4l1E/s320/Outono+em+NY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ocaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Correr sobre as folhas amarelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;em dias de outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me faz sentir amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ainda que conto os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pra que venha me salvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;por que não quero te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;viver o que sinto por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é o que me resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fazendo tudo o que puder fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em quanto voo entre a vida e a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você caminha para os lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E assim vai como o vento silenciosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;restando as lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que nunca morrerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu aqui e vc aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Raphael Melo 06/05/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspirado no filme Outono em Nova Iorque.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-1520510111471148168?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1520510111471148168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=1520510111471148168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/1520510111471148168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/1520510111471148168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/09/ocaso.html' title='Ocaso'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SNPmBsVo3WI/AAAAAAAAACc/zeEcPLV4l1E/s72-c/Outono+em+NY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-2896036592811527490</id><published>2008-04-17T22:46:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:54:09.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAMOFONE - O início !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190396458941188978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SAf-FFqii3I/AAAAAAAAABc/VB-tR3JxPP4/s400/gramofone+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No final do ano de 1877, Thomas Alva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Edison&lt;/span&gt; (1847-1931), foi quem criou e produziu o primeiro sistema de gravação e reprodução de som. Em seu laboratório, na cidade de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Menlo&lt;/span&gt; Park, situada no Estado de Nova Jersey. Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Edison&lt;/span&gt; desenhou e produziu esse aparelho ao qual nomeou: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phonograph&lt;/span&gt;". O aparelho era composto de um cone, onde a vértice era colocado um diafragma com uma agulha no centro e um cilindro envolto em estanho conectado a uma manivela que, assim era movimentado de forma manual, fazendo o cilindro girar. tendo como finalidade gravar ou produzir sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Com essa criação do "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phonograph&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Edison&lt;/span&gt;, foi e é o responsável pela primeira gravação sonora do mundo. Ele também contou com uma importante colaboração na continuidade de sua criação. Emile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Berliner&lt;/span&gt; (1851-1929) foi a responsável pela industrialização dessas gravações no ano de 1888. Após cinco anos de profundas pesquisas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Berliner&lt;/span&gt; elabora um processo que permite uma produção infindável de cópias da gravação original, dessa forma dando ponta pé inicial a esse processo industrial. E assim introduzindo a música uma nova era, a de reprodução técnica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190402072463444882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SAgDL1qii5I/AAAAAAAAABs/hip9u70YoWI/s400/gramofone07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-2896036592811527490?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2896036592811527490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=2896036592811527490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/2896036592811527490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/2896036592811527490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/04/gramofone-o-incio.html' title='GRAMOFONE - O início !!!'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/SAf-FFqii3I/AAAAAAAAABc/VB-tR3JxPP4/s72-c/gramofone+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-7204005933575133099</id><published>2008-03-24T19:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:38:20.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Turquesa Palato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/R-g6ZX97UMI/AAAAAAAAABU/j__OQ_WzDFI/s1600-h/c%C3%A9u+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181455578894651586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/R-g6ZX97UMI/AAAAAAAAABU/j__OQ_WzDFI/s320/c%C3%A9u+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra que olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando seus olhos não me vêem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentir falta de quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem se importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E achar o achado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem ter sido encontrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando abrir a janela do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez nem note o brilho do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ali surge a carga sensitiva do silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que perturba a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E que mostra a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De um sonho real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Una as nuvens do nosso céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E me faça acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No ar que respiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-7204005933575133099?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7204005933575133099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=7204005933575133099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/7204005933575133099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/7204005933575133099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/03/pra-que-olhar-quando-seus-olhos-no-me.html' title='Turquesa Palato'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/R-g6ZX97UMI/AAAAAAAAABU/j__OQ_WzDFI/s72-c/c%C3%A9u+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-8676176889945605718</id><published>2008-03-19T19:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:11:29.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Benevolência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/R-Gb5397ULI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Xv_8Sw7xno/s1600-h/amigos-121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179592465031319730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/R-Gb5397ULI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Xv_8Sw7xno/s320/amigos-121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Derramo no papel as palavras de saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo sons de um passado-presente nas lembranças pelas quais nunca quero te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Surgindo como um raio tornou-se meu grande amigo, aquele de todas as horas.&lt;br /&gt;E como pude deixar escapar por entre os dedos, da palma de minhas mãos seus mais sinceros sorrisos, se ao mesmo tempo que adormeceu esqueces-te teus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixou para trás quem sente sua falta.&lt;br /&gt;As únicas lembranças são as boas e engraçadas situações que viveste, só para distrair a falta que me faz.&lt;br /&gt;Siga seus passos ao encontro de você.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe sua estrela brilhar intensamente... Viva!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo o bom é saber que ele existe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapha Melo - 18/03/2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-8676176889945605718?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8676176889945605718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=8676176889945605718&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/8676176889945605718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/8676176889945605718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2008/03/benevolncia.html' title='Benevolência'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/R-Gb5397ULI/AAAAAAAAABM/1Xv_8Sw7xno/s72-c/amigos-121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-114487343406981967</id><published>2006-04-12T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T17:23:54.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4477/2491/1600/e08.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4477/2491/320/e08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflexos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Será que é tarde de mais /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Para ser feliz? /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Em quanto tua boca cala a minha /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Em um piscar de olhos /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Minha mente voa em direção ao céu /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Surpresa a sua!!! /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Quem é vc que fala com minhas palavras /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Pensa com minha mente, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Chora com minhas lágrimas /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Sorri com minha boca /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Voam com asas de anjo /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ E choca-se ao vento /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Que sopra feliz? /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Sua outra metade!/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;( Raphael Melo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-114487343406981967?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114487343406981967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=114487343406981967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114487343406981967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114487343406981967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2006/04/reflexos.html' title='Reflexos'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-114383279370576445</id><published>2006-03-31T16:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:52:08.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Erros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;/ Nossos medos são reflexos dos nossos erros /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ inconsciente passado arrependido /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ teu gesto segue além do meu olhar /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ e com asas seremos imbatíveis /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ tudo passou rasgando o céu /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ e nele deixando suas marcas /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ simplesmente incapaz defender-se /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ sofrer faz parte de mim /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ talvez o tempo mude isso /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ o tempo encarrega-se de cicatrizar /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ seu destino será uma incógnita /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ até que vc mude isso /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ não serei capaz de fazer... /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ a mentira ignorou a verdade /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ e a noite quando as estrelas brilharam /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ lembrei de vc /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ eternamente fixada nas paredes do meu coração /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ iluminada diante de minhas lembranças mais perfeitas /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ esvairei em lágrimas tristes /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ indo do céu ao inferno /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ olhos fechados intercalando momentos /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ respirando ofegante diante a dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Raphael Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-114383279370576445?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114383279370576445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=114383279370576445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114383279370576445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114383279370576445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2006/03/erros.html' title='Erros'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-114322258496400167</id><published>2006-03-24T14:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:52:49.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4477/2491/1600/Beto%20Carrero%20World%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4477/2491/400/Beto%20Carrero%20World%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Confuso "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;/ Estranho seu olhar /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Diferente de antes /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Fluxo inerente a luz /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Dias cinzas /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Deixamos fluir /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Sem perceber o sabor doce /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Do teu corpo. /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Complexos /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Somos nós /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Diferentes de todos /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Voadores por natureza; /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Voamos cada vez mais alto /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Perdidos no espaço, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Somem em um piscar de olhos, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Surgindo o Adeus. /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Raphael Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-114322258496400167?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114322258496400167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=114322258496400167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114322258496400167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114322258496400167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2006/03/confuso.html' title='Confuso'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-114253560529801581</id><published>2006-03-16T15:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:58:03.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4477/2491/1600/dogma09%20Anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4477/2491/400/dogma09%20Anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deserto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;/ Em caminhos desertos /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Minha alma vaga /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Sem rumo, sem destino, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ O previsível reaparece /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Como ofuscante prima, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ No oposto de suas costas /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Colei meu rosto. /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ E ao céu de meu espírito /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Encontro energia lunar; /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Longe vais, longe ficas /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Andas em desertos de solidão /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Reprimindo a sensação, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Que o tempo levou, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Deixando em pedaços. / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Raphael Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-114253560529801581?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114253560529801581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=114253560529801581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114253560529801581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114253560529801581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2006/03/deserto.html' title='Deserto'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24062672.post-114234950082194773</id><published>2006-03-14T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:12:51.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4477/2491/1600/Beto%20Carrero%20World%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4477/2491/400/Beto%20Carrero%20World%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ilusão Real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;/ Sem sonhos vivemos emudecidos /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Uma luz apagada, sem expressão/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Mas o “belo” que se espera, sente frio/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Pois não veio até ele /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ A ilusão de uma vida... /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Perfeita, ela imperfeita /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Engana-se o tempo /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Engana-se a si próprio, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Os anos passam e a ausência /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ É sentida no coração, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ A lágrima que cai /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Reflete a perda sem ganho /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Distrair-se durante os dias /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Quem sabe seja a cura, /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Mas o amor!? Tenho que te pedir /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Meu corpo tomado pela angústia e ansiedade /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Necessita desse remédio celestial. /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Raphael Melo )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24062672-114234950082194773?l=ilusaoreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/feeds/114234950082194773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24062672&amp;postID=114234950082194773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114234950082194773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24062672/posts/default/114234950082194773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilusaoreal.blogspot.com/2006/03/iluso-real.html' title='Ilusão Real'/><author><name>Rapha Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16902605352163227148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuujyHThcg4/TJyVrjqnYtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YjUu5mflt3A/S220/DSC087691.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
