<?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-2042439275666481849</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:48:09.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VENTO DI PASSIONE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-4355734836936189564</id><published>2011-11-02T19:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:34:58.316-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carente coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-klTcKWJVAfU/TrG3Ed8rBHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/R9zxolyCMXQ/s1600/CARENTE%2BCORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670514693222630514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-klTcKWJVAfU/TrG3Ed8rBHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/R9zxolyCMXQ/s320/CARENTE%2BCORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não tenhas medo de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Busca tuas glórias e o verdadeiro gostar&lt;br /&gt;A sincera razão de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Não traia a si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando que o ontem&lt;br /&gt;Voltará ser o hoje&lt;br /&gt;E que os erros serão esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Não fecha os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Não te iluda pois ilusões são acompanhadas&lt;br /&gt;pela solidão&lt;br /&gt;Carente coração&lt;br /&gt;Sorria para o mundo mesmo que tua vontade&lt;br /&gt;seja chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Corra no infinito mesmo que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tente te fazer refém&lt;br /&gt;Busca a tua felicidade&lt;br /&gt;E seja feliz embrulhado&lt;br /&gt;Em outro coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;br /&gt;Bento Gonçalves-RS&lt;br /&gt;23/06/2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-4355734836936189564?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/4355734836936189564/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=4355734836936189564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/4355734836936189564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/4355734836936189564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/carente-coracao.html' title='Carente coração'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-klTcKWJVAfU/TrG3Ed8rBHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/R9zxolyCMXQ/s72-c/CARENTE%2BCORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-277906599212161962</id><published>2011-11-02T19:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:31:51.288-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce obsessão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KxUFGxdAyo/TrG2Uoopv5I/AAAAAAAAALs/7MZOQbWEInQ/s1600/Doce%2Bobsess%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670513871457730450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KxUFGxdAyo/TrG2Uoopv5I/AAAAAAAAALs/7MZOQbWEInQ/s320/Doce%2Bobsess%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foste uma paixão inesperada&lt;br /&gt;Que entrou na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem que eu pudesse negar&lt;br /&gt;Uma paixão proibida&lt;br /&gt;Que em desejos fiquei envolvida&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me perdida&lt;br /&gt;Não deu para disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, toda vez que eu te vejo&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração dispara&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra segurar...&lt;br /&gt;Mais e mais te quero e te desejo&lt;br /&gt;Me perco nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;A procura do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago essa louca paixão no peito&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amor demais para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Te quero a todo instante&lt;br /&gt;E de qualquer jeito...&lt;br /&gt;E a cada dia mais eu vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já sabes&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha forma de te amar&lt;br /&gt;É com essa doce obsessão&lt;br /&gt;Vais conseguir entender&lt;br /&gt;O motivo porque num lugar só meu&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder te esconder&lt;br /&gt;Te prender no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/11/06&lt;br /&gt;19h39min&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-277906599212161962?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/277906599212161962/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=277906599212161962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/277906599212161962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/277906599212161962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/doce-obsessao.html' title='Doce obsessão'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KxUFGxdAyo/TrG2Uoopv5I/AAAAAAAAALs/7MZOQbWEInQ/s72-c/Doce%2Bobsess%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-1393299741239043086</id><published>2011-11-02T19:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:27:44.538-02:00</updated><title type='text'>beijos... beijos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PHwB-TQDQM/TrG1A2hZO5I/AAAAAAAAALg/JZcZWdrwvwo/s1600/BEIJOS...%2BBEIJOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670512432076372882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PHwB-TQDQM/TrG1A2hZO5I/AAAAAAAAALg/JZcZWdrwvwo/s320/BEIJOS...%2BBEIJOS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sem qualquer temor, sem mais nada&lt;br /&gt;apenas beijos, para deixar a alma aliviada&lt;br /&gt;beijos ... a saudade está instalada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... beijos ... beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... beijos suaves, quentes, demorados&lt;br /&gt;de um doce sabor, molhados&lt;br /&gt;muitos beijos, há tanto tempo desejados&lt;br /&gt;beijos... para aliviar essa sede louca&lt;br /&gt;e matar a saudade da minha boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;br /&gt;Bento Gonçalves-RS&lt;br /&gt;21/05/2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-1393299741239043086?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/1393299741239043086/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=1393299741239043086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/1393299741239043086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/1393299741239043086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/beijos-beijos.html' title='beijos... beijos'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PHwB-TQDQM/TrG1A2hZO5I/AAAAAAAAALg/JZcZWdrwvwo/s72-c/BEIJOS...%2BBEIJOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-2151034251213386944</id><published>2011-11-02T19:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:22:45.159-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas uma canção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txprjDo0F7Q/TrG0UCkZ2II/AAAAAAAAALU/iBuBHvLtEzw/s1600/APENAS%2BUMA%2BCAN%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670511662216108162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txprjDo0F7Q/TrG0UCkZ2II/AAAAAAAAALU/iBuBHvLtEzw/s320/APENAS%2BUMA%2BCAN%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ouço uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz lembrar de você&lt;br /&gt;A mantenho então comigo&lt;br /&gt;Apertada no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Através dela sinto teu carinho&lt;br /&gt;E em meio a tantos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Imagino teu sorriso dando vida&lt;br /&gt;À minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me em meio a lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente entregue ao desejo&lt;br /&gt;De estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Num impulso incontrolável&lt;br /&gt;Grito teu nome numa tentativa vã&lt;br /&gt;E num sentimento inexplicável&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Todos os contornos do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada verso&lt;br /&gt;E num jeito manhoso sublime e gostoso&lt;br /&gt;Em teus braços por instantes&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-me ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a realidade me faz voltar&lt;br /&gt;E que a vida não é um conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Me faz lembrar&lt;br /&gt;É apenas uma linda canção&lt;br /&gt;Que de mim te senti aproximar&lt;br /&gt;Dominou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Me fez viajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas confesso...&lt;br /&gt;Não houve jeito de escapar&lt;br /&gt;Foi grande minha emoção&lt;br /&gt;Fez uma lágrima de saudade rolar&lt;br /&gt;E explodir no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-2151034251213386944?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/2151034251213386944/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=2151034251213386944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/2151034251213386944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/2151034251213386944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/apenas-uma-cancao.html' title='Apenas uma canção'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txprjDo0F7Q/TrG0UCkZ2II/AAAAAAAAALU/iBuBHvLtEzw/s72-c/APENAS%2BUMA%2BCAN%25C3%2587%25C3%2583O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-2996156951467491525</id><published>2011-11-02T19:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:20:11.220-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apesar de Tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo vergada&lt;br /&gt;Pela força brutal dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo golpeada&lt;br /&gt;Pelos açoites do frio das manhãs&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo atormentada&lt;br /&gt;Pelos causticantes raios do Sol&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo acossada&lt;br /&gt;Pelas ervas daninhas&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das desventuras&lt;br /&gt;Sem gemer, serena&lt;br /&gt;Sigo cumprindo meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Meus passos não retraem&lt;br /&gt;Na procura de novos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Aqueço-me no bocejo da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Debruço-me na noite busca da espera&lt;br /&gt;Agarro-me no esvoaçar do relógio&lt;br /&gt;Vestida de esperança de dias melhores&lt;br /&gt;Preparo-me novamente para colher&lt;br /&gt;Novos sonhos no verdor da leiva&lt;br /&gt;No vigor da seiva&lt;br /&gt;No rebentar das flores&lt;br /&gt;No esvoaçar dos beija-flores&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo olhando para o colorido&lt;br /&gt;Dos arrebóis.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo... apesar de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-2996156951467491525?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/2996156951467491525/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=2996156951467491525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/2996156951467491525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/2996156951467491525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/apesar-de-tudo.html' title='Apesar de Tudo'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-7320272427899699855</id><published>2011-11-02T14:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:50:04.697-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas ilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJnEo01lKnk/TrF0XDGpQ6I/AAAAAAAAALI/absgvgWQ8qk/s1600/DUAS%2BILHAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670441345155154850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJnEo01lKnk/TrF0XDGpQ6I/AAAAAAAAALI/absgvgWQ8qk/s320/DUAS%2BILHAS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cravadas em líquido azul turquesa&lt;br /&gt;Duas ilhas na rotina do sempre&lt;br /&gt;Esperam a beleza do pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento murmura em quase silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Ondas quebram na praia&lt;br /&gt;Com suave reverência a elas&lt;br /&gt;Que em suas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Escondem abismos desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Profundos como os gemidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visível emana a sensação&lt;br /&gt;Do que não vemos&lt;br /&gt;O desconhecido se faz presença&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sentida&lt;br /&gt;Se deixo meu coração contemplar&lt;br /&gt;As ilhas ele veste-se de verde&lt;br /&gt;Sente a tua imagem projetando-se&lt;br /&gt;Nos sentimentos que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Presos em minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-7320272427899699855?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/7320272427899699855/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=7320272427899699855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7320272427899699855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7320272427899699855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/duas-ilhas.html' title='Duas ilhas'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RJnEo01lKnk/TrF0XDGpQ6I/AAAAAAAAALI/absgvgWQ8qk/s72-c/DUAS%2BILHAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-8589102557708374305</id><published>2011-11-02T14:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:46:44.328-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde a terra termina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxpOUbwO-7Y/TrFztYxNQHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5B5tQPh8bd8/s1600/Onde%2Ba%2Bterra%2Btermina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670440629416312946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxpOUbwO-7Y/TrFztYxNQHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5B5tQPh8bd8/s320/Onde%2Ba%2Bterra%2Btermina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqui onde a terra termina&lt;br /&gt;E começa o céu... que eu quero morar.&lt;br /&gt;Onde o orvalho brota&lt;br /&gt;Como lágrimas da noite&lt;br /&gt;E como um minúsculo rosário&lt;br /&gt;Pousa nas pétalas da minha única flor...&lt;br /&gt;Onde a lua penetra&lt;br /&gt;Nas frestas do cercado calado&lt;br /&gt;Dos animais e das plantas...&lt;br /&gt;Vagando pelo silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Rabiscado sombras no teto verde.&lt;br /&gt;A casa dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Onde posso desenhar estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Navegar no azul de muitas paragens&lt;br /&gt;Apanhar temas e fazer poemas&lt;br /&gt;Andar livremente de pés descalços&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar sem dor...&lt;br /&gt;Voar simplesmente no silêncio morno&lt;br /&gt;E pousar nos braços da paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-8589102557708374305?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8589102557708374305/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=8589102557708374305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8589102557708374305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8589102557708374305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/onde-terra-termina.html' title='Onde a terra termina'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxpOUbwO-7Y/TrFztYxNQHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5B5tQPh8bd8/s72-c/Onde%2Ba%2Bterra%2Btermina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-4831402357931210086</id><published>2011-11-02T14:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:43:49.081-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Com o tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thjopqw2Fm0/TrFysClGssI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AgH3H-kqfAQ/s1600/Com%2Bo%2BTempo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670439506768474818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thjopqw2Fm0/TrFysClGssI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AgH3H-kqfAQ/s320/Com%2Bo%2BTempo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Descobrimos novos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Novos infinitos&lt;br /&gt;Desvendamos mistérios&lt;br /&gt;Descobrimos segredos&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos entender&lt;br /&gt;A razão das coisas&lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos vitórias e mudanças&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Valorizamos tudo a nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;Valorizamos tudo o que Deus criou&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;As feridas da dor se tornam cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt;As flores se abrem&lt;br /&gt;As crianças descobrem o dom da vida&lt;br /&gt;E os homens o dom de amar&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ganhamos a certeza de que novas esperanças irão surgir&lt;br /&gt;Vemos que os grandes sonhos se tornam realidade&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;O Homem ganha suas esperadas asas&lt;br /&gt;Para voar no infinito e escrever a sua história&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Descobrimos que tudo passa&lt;br /&gt;Por mais pesada que a tempestade esteja&lt;br /&gt;Temos a certeza de que o nascer do sol&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser esplendido&lt;br /&gt;E que a noite vai chegar trazendo estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Vemos filmes de nossas vidas rodarem sem pausas&lt;br /&gt;Conquistamos novas confianças&lt;br /&gt;Novos confidentes&lt;br /&gt;Com o Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Descobrimos que tudo na vida&lt;br /&gt;É questão de Tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;br /&gt;01/04/2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-4831402357931210086?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/4831402357931210086/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=4831402357931210086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/4831402357931210086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/4831402357931210086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/com-o-tempo.html' title='Com o tempo'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thjopqw2Fm0/TrFysClGssI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AgH3H-kqfAQ/s72-c/Com%2Bo%2BTempo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-8868665420508581484</id><published>2011-11-02T14:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:38:50.532-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos de um coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0cmJPH7g6I/TrFxV0wllUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KTvl4_DyCcc/s1600/Fragmentos%2Bde%2Bum%2BCora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670438025589790018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0cmJPH7g6I/TrFxV0wllUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KTvl4_DyCcc/s320/Fragmentos%2Bde%2Bum%2BCora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando o teu amor me acenou&lt;br /&gt;Já habitavas meus confins&lt;br /&gt;Desde o primeiro momento&lt;br /&gt;Que foram espalhados&lt;br /&gt;Os astros pelo espaço&lt;br /&gt;Uma quietude de pássaro livre&lt;br /&gt;Tomou conta do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Abriu as asas e&lt;br /&gt;Envolveu-me em com sua plumagem&lt;br /&gt;Permiti que o brilho do sol&lt;br /&gt;Refletisse em mim com seus elos dourados&lt;br /&gt;Mas foste embora despedaçando&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Como o vento devasta os jardins&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz cedeu ao meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Como uma luz tênue&lt;br /&gt;Que tremula como medo do escuro&lt;br /&gt;Hoje... o sol se debruça sobre a terra&lt;br /&gt;Das janelas do poente&lt;br /&gt;Então abraço o passado com nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro com esperanças e novos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Jardins sempre floridos&lt;br /&gt;E anjos em vôo eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-8868665420508581484?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8868665420508581484/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=8868665420508581484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8868665420508581484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8868665420508581484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/fragmentos-de-um-coracao.html' title='Fragmentos de um coração'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0cmJPH7g6I/TrFxV0wllUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KTvl4_DyCcc/s72-c/Fragmentos%2Bde%2Bum%2BCora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-5244783437637599080</id><published>2011-11-02T13:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:22:32.247-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A magia dos amantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JqnsdNALs4/TrFfT_aWONI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8TqgnYAwfNI/s1600/A%2BMAGIA%2BDOS%2BAMANTES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670418202880260306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JqnsdNALs4/TrFfT_aWONI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8TqgnYAwfNI/s320/A%2BMAGIA%2BDOS%2BAMANTES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quando o luar se inclina pela janela&lt;br /&gt;E mostra a tua nudez&lt;br /&gt;Sou a estrela do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Te enrosco em meus pedaços&lt;br /&gt;E num gemer manhoso&lt;br /&gt;Vibro em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Beija meu seio&lt;br /&gt;Acelera meus fluidos&lt;br /&gt;Silencia meus ais!&lt;br /&gt;Planta meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Cobre-me com teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia-me com teus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser banhada por tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Liberta essa fera louca&lt;br /&gt;Para devorar meus medos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autoria: Vanda Facchini&lt;br /&gt;Bento Gonçalves-RS&lt;br /&gt;01/09/2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-5244783437637599080?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5244783437637599080/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=5244783437637599080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/5244783437637599080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/5244783437637599080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/magia-dos-amantes.html' title='A magia dos amantes'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JqnsdNALs4/TrFfT_aWONI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8TqgnYAwfNI/s72-c/A%2BMAGIA%2BDOS%2BAMANTES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-2585043817951858832</id><published>2011-11-02T01:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T01:13:58.427-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6qIEu5MMSE/TrC07KEhn8I/AAAAAAAABxg/ZK_rcD5WmWY/s1600/DETALHES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670230859268071362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6qIEu5MMSE/TrC07KEhn8I/AAAAAAAABxg/ZK_rcD5WmWY/s400/DETALHES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho asas&lt;br /&gt;Mas em pensamentos posso voar&lt;br /&gt;Não sou dona de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sou prisioneira de meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é esquecer os pesadelos reais.&lt;br /&gt;No impulso de uma fuga através dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Encontro sombras que perseguem&lt;br /&gt;Meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que meus desejos já não são&lt;br /&gt;Mais os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Muitos se perderam com as estações&lt;br /&gt;Outros ficaram por persistência de&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Em pequenos detalhes busco grandes razões&lt;br /&gt;Para minha existência&lt;br /&gt;Novos infinitos&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo descubro novos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Desvendando mistérios e segredos&lt;br /&gt;Consigo mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo as feridas da dor&lt;br /&gt;Se tornam cicatrizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;br /&gt;Bento Gonçalves-RS&lt;br /&gt;26/05/2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-2585043817951858832?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/2585043817951858832/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=2585043817951858832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/2585043817951858832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/2585043817951858832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/detalhes.html' title='Detalhes'/><author><name>Hemilson Rannyr Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450387598777805373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJQSCLRHAXU/TrlQSwj2bXI/AAAAAAAAB3M/xgmgPYXloGY/s220/rannyr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6qIEu5MMSE/TrC07KEhn8I/AAAAAAAABxg/ZK_rcD5WmWY/s72-c/DETALHES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-235074444519066702</id><published>2011-11-02T00:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:59:19.102-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim eu vou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn3xCMbVBTg/TrCxC7hKquI/AAAAAAAABxU/G2sL4P-uC3M/s1600/ASSIM%2BEU%2BVOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670226594754112226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn3xCMbVBTg/TrCxC7hKquI/AAAAAAAABxU/G2sL4P-uC3M/s400/ASSIM%2BEU%2BVOU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre risos e lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Pés descalços&lt;br /&gt;Caminho entre palavras&lt;br /&gt;Penduro lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Nas paredes dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E no embalo do vento&lt;br /&gt;Viajo nas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;No eu, você...&lt;br /&gt;Na saudade, nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;br /&gt;Bento Gonçalves-RS&lt;br /&gt;25/05/2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-235074444519066702?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/235074444519066702/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=235074444519066702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/235074444519066702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/235074444519066702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2011/11/assim-eu-vou.html' title='Assim eu vou'/><author><name>Hemilson Rannyr Fernandes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17450387598777805373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJQSCLRHAXU/TrlQSwj2bXI/AAAAAAAAB3M/xgmgPYXloGY/s220/rannyr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn3xCMbVBTg/TrCxC7hKquI/AAAAAAAABxU/G2sL4P-uC3M/s72-c/ASSIM%2BEU%2BVOU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-7760558022098482367</id><published>2008-11-07T15:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:32:36.912-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR7iyjnjII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aMUWi7mwmZk/s1600-h/RECORDAÃÃES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265969701919886466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR7iyjnjII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aMUWi7mwmZk/s320/RECORDA%C3%87%C3%95ES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;São fantasias da alma segredos escondidos&lt;br /&gt;Que regam os sonhos e destroem&lt;br /&gt;O esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Fortalecem a saudade&lt;br /&gt;São mãos buscando ecos e fazendo renascer&lt;br /&gt;Desejos de não inocentes beijos&lt;br /&gt;A presença em meu coração de recordações tão fortes&lt;br /&gt;Não permitem que eu tenha paz&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tentado contabilizar as perdas&lt;br /&gt;O que você tirou de mim e levou embora junto com você&lt;br /&gt;Qual a parte de mim que você deixou para trás&lt;br /&gt;Realmente não sei...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo talvez responda e apague essas recordações&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões que a mente anseia&lt;br /&gt;Que as ondas de saudade que invadem meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se desfaçam beijando a areia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-7760558022098482367?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/7760558022098482367/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=7760558022098482367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7760558022098482367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7760558022098482367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/recordaes.html' title='Recordações'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR7iyjnjII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aMUWi7mwmZk/s72-c/RECORDA%C3%87%C3%95ES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-3923309133449074832</id><published>2008-11-07T15:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:30:09.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR7ByablcI/AAAAAAAAAII/tU9Uupd8H0k/s1600-h/O+AMOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265969134945670594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR7ByablcI/AAAAAAAAAII/tU9Uupd8H0k/s320/O+AMOR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Amor é liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Como uma pena leve e solta&lt;br /&gt;Que passa como pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Que dura mais de momento&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é nuvem que voa&lt;br /&gt;Gostoso como a brisa da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Como sino que soa&lt;br /&gt;Forte como o vento&lt;br /&gt;Calor que o corpo invade&lt;br /&gt;É malícia sem maldade&lt;br /&gt;O pôr-do-sol no fim da tarde&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é coração caliente&lt;br /&gt;Brilho da estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;Que deixa saudade no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-3923309133449074832?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3923309133449074832/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=3923309133449074832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3923309133449074832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3923309133449074832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-amor.html' title='O amor'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR7ByablcI/AAAAAAAAAII/tU9Uupd8H0k/s72-c/O+AMOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-5103881050587129982</id><published>2008-11-07T15:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:27:59.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A lágrima da partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR6b2VDKDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AUCyT3laOuw/s1600-h/A+LÃGRIMA+DA+PARTIDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265968483161810994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR6b2VDKDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AUCyT3laOuw/s320/A+L%C3%81GRIMA+DA+PARTIDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando a lágrima da partida&lt;br /&gt;é mais sentida que o sorriso da chegada&lt;br /&gt;Quando os pés têm de ir&lt;br /&gt;e o coração diz não&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo o que se quer&lt;br /&gt;é não ouvir a razão&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade&lt;br /&gt;é maior que a própria vida&lt;br /&gt;Quando a alegria&lt;br /&gt;no peito tem de ser contida&lt;br /&gt;Quando poucos momentos&lt;br /&gt;trazem a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Quando o cair da tarde&lt;br /&gt;traz de volta a dura realidade&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;se junta em um só momento&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais resta no peito&lt;br /&gt;além de um suspiro de lamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2042439275666481849-5103881050587129982?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5103881050587129982/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=5103881050587129982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/5103881050587129982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/5103881050587129982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/lgrima-da-partida.html' title='A lágrima da partida'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR6b2VDKDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AUCyT3laOuw/s72-c/A+L%C3%81GRIMA+DA+PARTIDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-3592818427530152601</id><published>2008-11-07T15:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:24:44.203-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo e fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR5tQ7wBtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/waQhsu68WbM/s1600-h/DESEJO+E+FANTASIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265967682849605330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR5tQ7wBtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/waQhsu68WbM/s320/DESEJO+E+FANTASIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;São  miragens alucinantes&lt;br /&gt;Que banham de luz os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Desejos escritos no vento sem direção&lt;br /&gt;Mistérios que meu coração desvenda&lt;br /&gt;Libertando a imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos semeados em crateras da lua&lt;br /&gt;Germinam sensações&lt;br /&gt;Na minha alma nua&lt;br /&gt;Fantasias são como gaivotas inquietas&lt;br /&gt;Que desaparecem no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Levando-me com elas para qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;E sem medo de voar&lt;br /&gt;Te encontro em meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;E uma vez tão próximos&lt;br /&gt;Lábios teus dos lábios meus&lt;br /&gt;Entregam-se nessa busca&lt;br /&gt;E se abrires a tua janela agora&lt;br /&gt;Estarei aí neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamento... no vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-3592818427530152601?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3592818427530152601/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=3592818427530152601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3592818427530152601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3592818427530152601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/desejo-e-fantasia.html' title='Desejo e fantasia'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR5tQ7wBtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/waQhsu68WbM/s72-c/DESEJO+E+FANTASIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-4644664416992491614</id><published>2008-11-07T15:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:21:18.592-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela guia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR4wRRMRZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xgCM0HlfDrQ/s1600-h/ESTRELA+GUIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265966634967516562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR4wRRMRZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xgCM0HlfDrQ/s320/ESTRELA+GUIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onde andará a minha estrela guia&lt;br /&gt;Que não a encontro mais&lt;br /&gt;Será que na noite se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que uma nuvem a escondeu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iluminavas meu caminho guiando meus passos&lt;br /&gt;E me deixaste aqui sozinha na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E agora?...&lt;br /&gt;Sem a tua luz como posso seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando sem direção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta minha estrela guia&lt;br /&gt;Sem teu brilho e luz não sou nada&lt;br /&gt;Além de uma alma indefesa e solitária&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em uma longa e escura estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2042439275666481849-4644664416992491614?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/4644664416992491614/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=4644664416992491614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/4644664416992491614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/4644664416992491614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/estrela-guia.html' title='Estrela guia'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR4wRRMRZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xgCM0HlfDrQ/s72-c/ESTRELA+GUIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-8172374770859821454</id><published>2008-11-07T15:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:17:46.375-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Outros beijos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR3lDIMc5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/43RH0tsPZqM/s1600-h/OUTROS+BEIJOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965342681494418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR3lDIMc5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/43RH0tsPZqM/s320/OUTROS+BEIJOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outros beijos, outras faces&lt;br /&gt;Os desejos nascentes&lt;br /&gt;Inatingíveis as almas&lt;br /&gt;Vôos para o longe&lt;br /&gt;Mas só quem te tem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Eu beijei o vento&lt;br /&gt;E deixei marcado meu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andares, terás meu beijo selado&lt;br /&gt;Em tua boca o gosto da vida&lt;br /&gt;Em minha boca o amargo do passado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-8172374770859821454?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8172374770859821454/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=8172374770859821454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8172374770859821454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8172374770859821454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/outros-beijos.html' title='Outros beijos'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR3lDIMc5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/43RH0tsPZqM/s72-c/OUTROS+BEIJOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-7555979294052524464</id><published>2008-11-07T15:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:12:14.109-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde estás</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR2pAK77MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iBWYnnSqE8g/s1600-h/Ondes+estÃ¡s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964311095536834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR2pAK77MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iBWYnnSqE8g/s320/Ondes+est%C3%A1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gostaria de parar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Comandar os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Permanecer neste momento&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Mas meus pensamentos gritam teu nome&lt;br /&gt;E em silêncio meus olhos te buscam&lt;br /&gt;Querem te entregar todos os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Desejos segurados provocados pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Fantasias e lágrimas de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas de onde vai nascer a estrela que vai te trazer...&lt;br /&gt;De onde você vai surgir...&lt;br /&gt;Juro que dessa vez não vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;E quando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Quero passar a limpo minha história&lt;br /&gt;Vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-7555979294052524464?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/7555979294052524464/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=7555979294052524464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7555979294052524464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7555979294052524464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/onde-ests.html' title='Onde estás'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR2pAK77MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iBWYnnSqE8g/s72-c/Ondes+est%C3%A1s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-7705218126828317058</id><published>2008-11-07T15:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:07:52.555-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em direção ao sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR1A0AcI6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/bwjSFOudx58/s1600-h/EM+DIREÃ‡ÃƒO+AO+SOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265962521123890082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR1A0AcI6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/bwjSFOudx58/s320/EM+DIRE%C3%87%C3%83O+AO+SOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O pensamento desliza sobre o vento&lt;br /&gt;Despreza os caminhos das tocas&lt;br /&gt;Evita o covil das serpentes&lt;br /&gt;Viaja em direção ao sol&lt;br /&gt;Das estrelas semeadas no espaço&lt;br /&gt;As sombras se desvanecem e se dissipam&lt;br /&gt;Diante da luz&lt;br /&gt;Viaja pelos campos distantes&lt;br /&gt;Procura refúgio à sombra dos álamos brancos&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que ontem é apenas recordação&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã... o sonho de hoje.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-7705218126828317058?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/7705218126828317058/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=7705218126828317058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7705218126828317058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7705218126828317058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/em-direo-ao-sol.html' title='Em direção ao sol'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRR1A0AcI6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/bwjSFOudx58/s72-c/EM+DIRE%C3%87%C3%83O+AO+SOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-5005173979242420827</id><published>2008-11-05T23:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:32:00.212-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas uma canção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJI2iz5nwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kI6xOvDAgW0/s1600-h/APENAS+UMA+CANÃÃO_frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265351016244158210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJI2iz5nwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kI6xOvDAgW0/s320/APENAS+UMA+CAN%C3%87%C3%83O_frame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouço uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz lembrar de você&lt;br /&gt;A mantenho então comigo&lt;br /&gt;Apertada no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Através dela sinto teu carinho&lt;br /&gt;E em meio a tantos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Imagino teu sorriso dando vida&lt;br /&gt;À minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me em meio a lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente entregue ao desejo&lt;br /&gt;De estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Num impulso incontrolável&lt;br /&gt;Grito teu nome numa tentativa vã&lt;br /&gt;E num sentimento inexplicável&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Todos os contornos do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada verso&lt;br /&gt;E num jeito manhoso sublime e gostoso&lt;br /&gt;Em teus braços por instantes&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-me ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a realidade me faz voltar&lt;br /&gt;E que a vida não é um conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Me faz lembrar&lt;br /&gt;É apenas uma linda canção&lt;br /&gt;Que de mim te senti aproximar&lt;br /&gt;Dominou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Me fez viajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas confesso...&lt;br /&gt;Não houve jeito de escapar&lt;br /&gt;Foi grande minha emoção&lt;br /&gt;Fez uma lágrima de saudade rolar&lt;br /&gt;E explodir no chão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-5005173979242420827?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5005173979242420827/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=5005173979242420827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/5005173979242420827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/5005173979242420827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/apenas-uma-cano.html' title='Apenas uma canção'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJI2iz5nwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kI6xOvDAgW0/s72-c/APENAS+UMA+CAN%C3%87%C3%83O_frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-1645619505971141679</id><published>2008-11-05T23:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:34:07.917-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas ilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJJY9mUciI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ib26M-Bohow/s1600-h/Duas+Ilhas_frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265351607550505506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJJY9mUciI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ib26M-Bohow/s320/Duas+Ilhas_frame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cravadas em líquido azul turquesa&lt;br /&gt;Duas ilhas na rotina do sempre&lt;br /&gt;Esperam a beleza do pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento murmura em quase silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Ondas quebram na praia&lt;br /&gt;Com suave reverência a elas&lt;br /&gt;Que em suas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Escondem abismos desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Profundos como os gemidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visível emana a sensação&lt;br /&gt;Do que não vemos&lt;br /&gt;O desconhecido se faz presença&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sentida&lt;br /&gt;Se deixo meu coração contemplar&lt;br /&gt;As ilhas ele veste-se de verde&lt;br /&gt;Sente a tua imagem projetando-se&lt;br /&gt;Nos sentimentos que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Presos em minhas mãos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-1645619505971141679?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/1645619505971141679/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=1645619505971141679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/1645619505971141679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/1645619505971141679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2008/11/duas-ilhas.html' title='Duas ilhas'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJJY9mUciI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ib26M-Bohow/s72-c/Duas+Ilhas_frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-50098697196556166</id><published>2007-08-10T18:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:42:27.960-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faz Tanto Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJLHHFlIWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NJH95TKRITU/s1600-h/faz+tanto+tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265353499883151714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJLHHFlIWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NJH95TKRITU/s320/faz+tanto+tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acho até que esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não ganho uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Era o que mais gostava&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração eu&lt;br /&gt;enflorava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Que nem lembro mais&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que rodava&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;Com alguém&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voar...&lt;br /&gt;Esse era meu grande&lt;br /&gt;Desejo&lt;br /&gt;Mas fui perdendo&lt;br /&gt;As minhas asas&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou gaivota sem vôo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxergava...&lt;br /&gt;Mas vendaram meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Para eu não mais ver&lt;br /&gt;Como posso viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanda Facchini &lt;/div&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/2042439275666481849-50098697196556166?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/50098697196556166/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=50098697196556166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/50098697196556166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/50098697196556166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/faz-tanto-tempo.html' title='Faz Tanto Tempo'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJLHHFlIWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NJH95TKRITU/s72-c/faz+tanto+tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-798577372848601068</id><published>2007-08-10T18:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:00:48.155-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROTJjNIosI/AAAAAAAAAGI/l8LIzA3E7wE/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265714181604680386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROTJjNIosI/AAAAAAAAAGI/l8LIzA3E7wE/s320/dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acordada sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Libertei meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;E mergulhei numa vontade&lt;br /&gt;Infinita...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo parou para dar passagem&lt;br /&gt;Para os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E como se fosse magia&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços eu me sentia&lt;br /&gt;Teu toque macio&lt;br /&gt;Teus lábios quentes&lt;br /&gt;Devaneios&lt;br /&gt;Ânsias&lt;br /&gt;Meus seios...&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeiras dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;E de tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando adormeci&lt;br /&gt;A noite continua&lt;br /&gt;Deixo de estar nua&lt;br /&gt;Deixo de ser tua&lt;br /&gt;E vou embora com a lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-798577372848601068?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/798577372848601068/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=798577372848601068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/798577372848601068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/798577372848601068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROTJjNIosI/AAAAAAAAAGI/l8LIzA3E7wE/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-3605474864626747415</id><published>2007-08-09T22:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:59:25.305-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROSryRD6EI/AAAAAAAAAGA/P0CQ5wYyQOM/s1600-h/forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265713670251604034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROSryRD6EI/AAAAAAAAAGA/P0CQ5wYyQOM/s320/forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para sempre vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;É a mais preciosa promessa&lt;br /&gt;Que a ti faço&lt;br /&gt;Uma declaração do coração&lt;br /&gt;Que mais te quer a cada compasso&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre te entrego&lt;br /&gt;O que a todos eu nego&lt;br /&gt;Deixo em você meus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Mais ardentes&lt;br /&gt;Te ofereço os meus dias&lt;br /&gt;As minhas noites solitárias e frias&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida&lt;br /&gt;A existência sentida&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre num amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;Aquecer todo o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Te envolvendo com meu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Feito de adoração e esperança&lt;br /&gt;Do meu corpo fazer teu ninho&lt;br /&gt;E no arrepio da alma&lt;br /&gt;Te entrego a minha saudade&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser na tua vida pura poesia&lt;br /&gt;Para satisfazer as tuas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Ser tua felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre vou pintar&lt;br /&gt;Os teus dias&lt;br /&gt;Com as cores da emoção&lt;br /&gt;Transformar teu mundo em paraíso&lt;br /&gt;E como num infinito sonho&lt;br /&gt;De paixão&lt;br /&gt;Tocar teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Com minha boca quente&lt;br /&gt;Ser tua para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Te amar eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-3605474864626747415?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3605474864626747415/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=3605474864626747415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3605474864626747415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3605474864626747415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Vanda A. 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Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROSryRD6EI/AAAAAAAAAGA/P0CQ5wYyQOM/s72-c/forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-8854989146472263953</id><published>2007-08-09T22:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:04:01.040-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Renasci</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROT6ZRa9AI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AB0VTm_bGRM/s1600-h/renasci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265715020751893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROT6ZRa9AI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AB0VTm_bGRM/s320/renasci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meu pensamento voa em busca&lt;br /&gt;De lembranças e esquecimentos&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está a minha espera&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer de cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Um novo sonho&lt;br /&gt;Retomar tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Ir para onde não exista dor e saudade&lt;br /&gt;Reconstruir meu castelo de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Feito de versos com novas rimas&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor foi abrandada&lt;br /&gt;Acalmei o meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Da falta do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi teu nome na areia&lt;br /&gt;Vi pelas ondas sendo levado&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração também por elas&lt;br /&gt;Foi invadido&lt;br /&gt;E teu nome foi apagado&lt;br /&gt;Renasci...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Ou se me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Agora sigo tentando superar a&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dos momentos de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que ao teu lado vivi&lt;br /&gt;Então terei que decidir&lt;br /&gt;Se devo ficar&lt;br /&gt;Ou se devo partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-8854989146472263953?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8854989146472263953/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=8854989146472263953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8854989146472263953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8854989146472263953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/renasci.html' title='Renasci'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROT6ZRa9AI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AB0VTm_bGRM/s72-c/renasci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-3968548180099481264</id><published>2007-08-09T22:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:05:17.939-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite sem Luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROUM5bSbQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/onzabHXJBtQ/s1600-h/noite+sem+luar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265715338620857602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROUM5bSbQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/onzabHXJBtQ/s320/noite+sem+luar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou a tua procura&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Lua...&lt;br /&gt;A tua ausência aumenta&lt;br /&gt;A minha angústia&lt;br /&gt;Preciso que você alimente&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;O mundo sem você é tristonho&lt;br /&gt;Fico sem inspiração&lt;br /&gt;E nesse momento de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de você por perto&lt;br /&gt;Ando perdida em mim&lt;br /&gt;Como um deserto&lt;br /&gt;E só uma palavra tua&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Lua...&lt;br /&gt;Abrirá as minhas asas para o vôo&lt;br /&gt;Preciso refazer meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Pois perdi meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E o sentido da razão&lt;br /&gt;Nas migalhas das lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando pelas incertezas&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma perdeu&lt;br /&gt;O selo da esperança&lt;br /&gt;Lua deixa eu sonhar teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E realiza os meus&lt;br /&gt;Guarda o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E me deixa guardar o teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-3968548180099481264?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3968548180099481264/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=3968548180099481264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3968548180099481264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3968548180099481264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/noite-sem-luar.html' title='Noite sem Luar'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROUM5bSbQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/onzabHXJBtQ/s72-c/noite+sem+luar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-8382372965393659512</id><published>2007-08-09T22:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:44:32.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mágoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJL2t-NwBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uWAA85exzsQ/s1600-h/magoas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265354317775093778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJL2t-NwBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uWAA85exzsQ/s320/magoas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pouco a pouco meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Foi sendo invadido por mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Marcas que deixaram&lt;br /&gt;Profundas cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt;Encobrindo momentos felizes&lt;br /&gt;Mágoas de amar sem ser amada&lt;br /&gt;De lutar para te dar vida&lt;br /&gt;Querer sem ser querida&lt;br /&gt;Sentir solidão&lt;br /&gt;E sem por você ser percebida&lt;br /&gt;Mágoas marcadas pela desilusão&lt;br /&gt;De recitar versos&lt;br /&gt;Rumo ao teu coração&lt;br /&gt;E por ele não ser ouvida&lt;br /&gt;Mágoas de envolver teu corpo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Derramando em gotas sobre ele&lt;br /&gt;Teu perfume preferido&lt;br /&gt;E sem por você ser sentido&lt;br /&gt;Mágoas de não perceberes o toque&lt;br /&gt;Das minhas mãos repletas&lt;br /&gt;De carinho&lt;br /&gt;Com todas as sensações&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;De me transformar em puro desejo&lt;br /&gt;E não sentir o gosto do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-8382372965393659512?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8382372965393659512/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=8382372965393659512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8382372965393659512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8382372965393659512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/mgoas.html' title='Mágoas'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJL2t-NwBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uWAA85exzsQ/s72-c/magoas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-6393533907352548733</id><published>2007-08-09T20:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:08:40.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua Lembrança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROU_fYcC9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vV9ouOvcegI/s1600-h/tua+lembranÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265716207802911698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROU_fYcC9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vV9ouOvcegI/s320/tua+lembran%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tua lembrança ocupa meu&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Minha pele ainda sente o toque&lt;br /&gt;Da tua mão que me acaricia brincando&lt;br /&gt;E desperta em mim novos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o gosto da tua boca&lt;br /&gt;O som da tua voz murmurando&lt;br /&gt;Palavras misteriosas&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto teu corpo quente&lt;br /&gt;Na minha boca teu beijo ardente&lt;br /&gt;Desejo pintado com traços&lt;br /&gt;De luz&lt;br /&gt;Que me envolve e me seduz&lt;br /&gt;Sou pura emoção e saudade&lt;br /&gt;Sonho de corpo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa vontade nua&lt;br /&gt;De outra vez ser tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-6393533907352548733?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/6393533907352548733/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=6393533907352548733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/6393533907352548733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/6393533907352548733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/tua-lembrana.html' title='Tua Lembrança'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROU_fYcC9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vV9ouOvcegI/s72-c/tua+lembran%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-3180944838253344746</id><published>2007-08-09T20:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:09:55.799-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua Lembrança II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROVRkfpSqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H1HAcIcxWQ8/s1600-h/tua+lembranÃ§a+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265716518412962466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROVRkfpSqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H1HAcIcxWQ8/s320/tua+lembran%C3%A7a+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A noite chega lentamente&lt;br /&gt;O pôr-do-sol despede-se&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve-se no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Alonga as sombras dos montes&lt;br /&gt;E desenha sonhos por onde passo&lt;br /&gt;Com o pensamento solto&lt;br /&gt;Desperto em mim os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Adormecidos&lt;br /&gt;Desejos aprisionados&lt;br /&gt;Nas fontes secas e perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Procuro viver o que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Penso no amor e tua lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Vem me tocar&lt;br /&gt;Para meus sonhos acalentar&lt;br /&gt;Você chegou e tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;E nem se fosse por um breve momento&lt;br /&gt;Somente por um instante&lt;br /&gt;Queria me sentir nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Aconchegada&lt;br /&gt;Quietinha e calada&lt;br /&gt;Explorar teu horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Banhar meus sonhos nos teus&lt;br /&gt;Saudar teu infinito&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhar no teu coração&lt;br /&gt;E lá deixar escrito&lt;br /&gt;Que és a minha inspiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-3180944838253344746?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3180944838253344746/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=3180944838253344746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3180944838253344746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3180944838253344746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/tua-lembrana-ii.html' title='Tua Lembrança II'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROVRkfpSqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/H1HAcIcxWQ8/s72-c/tua+lembran%C3%A7a+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-3004538381246757355</id><published>2007-08-08T18:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:57:08.774-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROSSOf3hfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Zmz_JHdgx-E/s1600-h/despertar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265713231153300978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROSSOf3hfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Zmz_JHdgx-E/s320/despertar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah! Se eu pudesse entre as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Despertar&lt;br /&gt;Num deserto repleto de esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus sonhos me ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Flutuar livre e leve no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Me deixar conduzir pelo sopro&lt;br /&gt;Do vento&lt;br /&gt;E voar com as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Libertar meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Para escrever no espaço as mais&lt;br /&gt;Doces poesias&lt;br /&gt;Ser envolvida por loucas inspirações&lt;br /&gt;Vestir os mais loucos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Sem receio de liberar as emoções&lt;br /&gt;Ah! se eu pudesse esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Do amor desfeito pelas mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Penetrar num mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;Me deixar levar para a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;E no espaço em cada canto&lt;br /&gt;Dispersar o meu pranto e saudade&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se eu pudesse despertar&lt;br /&gt;Do sonho um só momento&lt;br /&gt;Quando a solidão teimosa&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração invade&lt;br /&gt;Sentir teus passos no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Te fazer de mim sentir saudade&lt;br /&gt;E nesse momento ser apenas espaço&lt;br /&gt;Amor e magia&lt;br /&gt;Estar em teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Para despertar com teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-3004538381246757355?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3004538381246757355/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=3004538381246757355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3004538381246757355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/3004538381246757355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/despertar.html' title='Despertar'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROSSOf3hfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Zmz_JHdgx-E/s72-c/despertar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-8763602843808585308</id><published>2007-08-08T18:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:55:35.427-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois Corações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRORobeXeTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/c--2pRXXHZ4/s1600-h/2coraÃ§Ãµes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265712513082161458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRORobeXeTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/c--2pRXXHZ4/s320/2cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por entre labirintos infinitos&lt;br /&gt;Dois corações solitários&lt;br /&gt;Viajam juntos no mesmo instante&lt;br /&gt;A lugares diferentes e distantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um voando com as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Vagando no amplo espaço&lt;br /&gt;Rabisca sonhos no céu&lt;br /&gt;Desenha estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Apanha temas e faz poemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O outro está preso à terra&lt;br /&gt;Esconde segredos&lt;br /&gt;Seus medos&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos dores e paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tão diferentes e tão iguais&lt;br /&gt;Um é razão o outro emoção&lt;br /&gt;São dois corações vivendo juntos&lt;br /&gt;Mas sós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um de aparência pacata&lt;br /&gt;Insiste em ficar&lt;br /&gt;O outro de vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Teima e quer te seguir&lt;br /&gt;Um eu levo comigo&lt;br /&gt;O outro deixo na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-8763602843808585308?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8763602843808585308/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=8763602843808585308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8763602843808585308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8763602843808585308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/dois-coraes.html' title='Dois Corações'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRORobeXeTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/c--2pRXXHZ4/s72-c/2cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-7036486760223736827</id><published>2007-08-08T18:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:06:44.058-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou Só</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROUiYBQWiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/A4mCXYu0g1Q/s1600-h/estou+so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265715707610421794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROUiYBQWiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/A4mCXYu0g1Q/s320/estou+so.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tarde cinzenta torna-se sombria&lt;br /&gt;Estou só...&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber para aonde ir&lt;br /&gt;Que caminho seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo nessa eterna amargura&lt;br /&gt;Nessa dor que me agonia&lt;br /&gt;Trago guardados na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Todos os sonhos vividos&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus segredos o rastro&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas digitais tatuadas&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Cada palavra dita&lt;br /&gt;As promessas de amor proferidas&lt;br /&gt;Cada emoção sentida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no silêncio permanente&lt;br /&gt;De toda a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos lentamente&lt;br /&gt;E tua imagem no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos deixo morrer&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta agora&lt;br /&gt;Tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-7036486760223736827?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/7036486760223736827/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=7036486760223736827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7036486760223736827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/7036486760223736827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/estou-s.html' title='Estou Só'/><author><name>Vanda A. 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Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROUiYBQWiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/A4mCXYu0g1Q/s72-c/estou+so.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-1641984563153520356</id><published>2007-08-08T18:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:12:43.514-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Eu Pudesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROV8IZIOFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AGdyK56rwZY/s1600-h/se+eu+pudesse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265717249603811410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROV8IZIOFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AGdyK56rwZY/s320/se+eu+pudesse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se eu pudesse arrancar&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo a ti o entregaria&lt;br /&gt;Sei que feliz o farias&lt;br /&gt;Desejos inconfessos&lt;br /&gt;Denunciariam a minha entrega&lt;br /&gt;Com ternura cruzaste&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Você veio como brisa&lt;br /&gt;Suava e lenta&lt;br /&gt;Ocupando todo o vazio&lt;br /&gt;Que em meu coração existia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje novamente visto a alma&lt;br /&gt;De poesia&lt;br /&gt;Não mais sinto solidão&lt;br /&gt;Em poemas molhados de abraços&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;Em cada linha&lt;br /&gt;Parece que a noite é só minha&lt;br /&gt;E sem rima ou frases perfeitas&lt;br /&gt;Libero as fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Em cada poema eu te beijo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada verso eu te abraço&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração eu percorro&lt;br /&gt;Você viaja no céu das&lt;br /&gt;minhas emoções&lt;br /&gt;E juntos desvendaremos&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo de sensações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-1641984563153520356?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/1641984563153520356/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=1641984563153520356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/1641984563153520356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/1641984563153520356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Se Eu Pudesse'/><author><name>Vanda A. 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Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROV8IZIOFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AGdyK56rwZY/s72-c/se+eu+pudesse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-657429503421950153</id><published>2007-08-07T21:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:46:15.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombras da Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJMRV6JQEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mE-T8IvcFCw/s1600-h/sombras+da+saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265354775172038722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJMRV6JQEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mE-T8IvcFCw/s320/sombras+da+saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por trás das janelas envidraçadas&lt;br /&gt;Jogo olhares sem vida&lt;br /&gt;Para a vida lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Sonho pesadelos com os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Abertos&lt;br /&gt;Como um pêndulo&lt;br /&gt;Sem compassos definidos&lt;br /&gt;Sem nomes ou formas&lt;br /&gt;Tomada de amargura&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o vento passar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo levar&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos despedaçar&lt;br /&gt;O jardim da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Devastar&lt;br /&gt;As sombras da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Me perseguem&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que meus desejos já&lt;br /&gt;Não são os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Perderam-se nas estações&lt;br /&gt;Em pequenos detalhes&lt;br /&gt;Busco grandes razões&lt;br /&gt;Cheias de esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Com elas construo pontes&lt;br /&gt;Unindo vales a montes&lt;br /&gt;Para que mesmo em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;No bocejo das noites&lt;br /&gt;Me conduzam ao baú das&lt;br /&gt;Recordações&lt;br /&gt;Para meus desejos realizar&lt;br /&gt;E fora do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Que limita meu espaço&lt;br /&gt;O espaço infinito desafiar&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo reinventar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &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/2042439275666481849-657429503421950153?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/657429503421950153/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=657429503421950153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/657429503421950153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/657429503421950153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/sombras-da-saudade.html' title='Sombras da Saudade'/><author><name>Vanda A. 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Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SRJMRV6JQEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mE-T8IvcFCw/s72-c/sombras+da+saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-981801358875534565</id><published>2007-08-07T20:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:02:25.470-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Algum Lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROTfztXmZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/75WTpQCu-HI/s1600-h/em+algum+lugar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265714563991968146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROTfztXmZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/75WTpQCu-HI/s320/em+algum+lugar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Queria um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Plantado em um chão verde&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar comum&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu pudesse ouvir a voz do vento&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o perfume da relva molhada&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixasse enfeitiçada&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar onde as gotas da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Se transformassem em cristal&lt;br /&gt;Faiscando sob a luz do sol&lt;br /&gt;Até evaporar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ali poder espalhar&lt;br /&gt;Meus desejos e depositar esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o mundo de perto&lt;br /&gt;A beleza do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;O frescor do vento&lt;br /&gt;A neblina nos montes&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamento estou nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Esperando você chegar&lt;br /&gt;Para encontrar a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ela se chama simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;Venha...&lt;br /&gt;Por que em cada amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá mais despedidas&lt;br /&gt;Sorriremos felizes ao tempo sem medo&lt;br /&gt;De o ver passar&lt;br /&gt;As ilusões serão vencidas e as dores&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidas&lt;br /&gt;Andaremos pelo mesmo espaço&lt;br /&gt;Por atalhos ainda não conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Unidos no mesmo passo&lt;br /&gt;Viveremos um amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E no chão verde na relva&lt;br /&gt;Escreveremos a nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Sem segredos medos ou temores&lt;br /&gt;Semearemos versos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Por entre as flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/2042439275666481849-981801358875534565?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/981801358875534565/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=981801358875534565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/981801358875534565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/981801358875534565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/em-algum-lugar.html' title='Em Algum Lugar'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROTfztXmZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/75WTpQCu-HI/s72-c/em+algum+lugar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-8661173121339564760</id><published>2007-08-07T19:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:14:07.595-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Nosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROWPu6V-cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/onLpWaXdHmw/s1600-h/nosso+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265717586361186754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROWPu6V-cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/onLpWaXdHmw/s320/nosso+amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amor nosso que vem dos céus&lt;br /&gt;Forte como uma tempestade no mar&lt;br /&gt;Poderoso capaz de destruir&lt;br /&gt;A quem o tenta desafiar&lt;br /&gt;É como um raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;O cantar dos anjos&lt;br /&gt;Força e poder&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de corações disparados&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixando sempre ligados&lt;br /&gt;Envoltos num manto de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Aliso o caminho espalhando flores&lt;br /&gt;Onde pisam teus pés&lt;br /&gt;E no odor dos teus perfumes&lt;br /&gt;Teus passos eu sigo&lt;br /&gt;Velo tuas noites&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;E nesse amor infinito e tão puro&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos unir nesse instante&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com as estrelas cadentes&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a magia&lt;br /&gt;E em perfeita harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar um com o outro docemente&lt;br /&gt;Deixar nossos corpos seguirem&lt;br /&gt;Seus instintos&lt;br /&gt;Liberar a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Dos nossos corações a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Para adormecer a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2042439275666481849-8661173121339564760?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8661173121339564760/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=8661173121339564760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8661173121339564760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/8661173121339564760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/amor-nosso.html' title='Amor Nosso'/><author><name>Vanda A. P. Facchini - Bento Gonçalves - RS -Brazil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07616516196024949009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/TJ7Ik6D1iEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S6UCiq1cEek/S220/Vanda+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROWPu6V-cI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/onLpWaXdHmw/s72-c/nosso+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2042439275666481849.post-4412179778347773231</id><published>2007-08-06T15:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:11:20.504-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Pudesses Me Ouvir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROVmeqeSGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tvvp_fuT0Jo/s1600-h/se+pudesses+me+ouvir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265716877625018466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_frePUePaJ1E/SROVmeqeSGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tvvp_fuT0Jo/s320/se+pudesses+me+ouvir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fecho os olhos mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Sem dormir&lt;br /&gt;Já não te encontro&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tua falta&lt;br /&gt;Não decorei teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca o vi...&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto não sais&lt;br /&gt;Do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Nem por um só momento&lt;br /&gt;Por que então sinto&lt;br /&gt;Essa dor tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Que aperta meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Com sua invisível mão?&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesses me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Te diria o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo seguiu o instinto&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma declararia solidão&lt;br /&gt;A saudade me faz viajar&lt;br /&gt;Para onde a dor não te esquece&lt;br /&gt;Onde a tua luz nunca falece&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesses me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem sabe lembrar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Saberias que esses meus versos singelos&lt;br /&gt;Mas traiçoeiros...&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo sem eu permitir&lt;br /&gt;Roubaram a guarda&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;E revelam agora&lt;br /&gt;Que meu coração&lt;br /&gt;De saudade por ti chora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanda Facchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bento Gonçalves -RS-Brazil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2042439275666481849-4412179778347773231?l=ventodepaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/4412179778347773231/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2042439275666481849&amp;postID=4412179778347773231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/4412179778347773231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2042439275666481849/posts/default/4412179778347773231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ventodepaixao.blogspot.com/2007/08/post.html' title='Se Pudesses Me Ouvir'/><author><name>Vanda A. 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