<?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-6298151450762121491</id><updated>2012-02-09T02:04:02.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Duarte</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesia para todo mundo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-5416116404821243305</id><published>2011-12-01T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:41:35.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus</title><content type='html'>Você foi a alegria&lt;br /&gt;hoje é a minha solidão&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Farta de ausência sua&lt;br /&gt;eu paro, pisco e pulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-5416116404821243305?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/5416116404821243305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=5416116404821243305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5416116404821243305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5416116404821243305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/12/adeus.html' title='Adeus'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-651530398964569011</id><published>2011-11-25T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:54:29.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A prisão do não querer querer</title><content type='html'>Meu desejo&lt;br /&gt;eu guardo quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No verso da língua,&lt;br /&gt;no teto das mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondo tudo&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse maldição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há meses&lt;br /&gt;vivo o que não vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não abro a boca&lt;br /&gt;nem as pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acumulo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Aperto o cinto do útero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esmago o desejo&lt;br /&gt;com medo da sua ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-651530398964569011?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/651530398964569011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=651530398964569011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/651530398964569011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/651530398964569011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/11/prisao-do-nao-querer-querer.html' title='A prisão do não querer querer'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-8324749372803332522</id><published>2011-11-06T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:03:33.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta</title><content type='html'>A falta&lt;br /&gt;é um espaço preenchido de saudade&lt;br /&gt;cheio de esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O presente&lt;br /&gt;é o passado amadurecido&lt;br /&gt;enraivecido pelo que não aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;é meu coração batendo forte&lt;br /&gt;minha companhia quando fecha a cortina dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caderno em branco&lt;br /&gt;é o cansaço&lt;br /&gt;de não te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a minha companhia&lt;br /&gt;sem nem sequer saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-8324749372803332522?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/8324749372803332522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=8324749372803332522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/8324749372803332522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/8324749372803332522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/11/volta.html' title='Volta'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-9028319225870700505</id><published>2011-10-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:59:10.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selo</title><content type='html'>Confesso um segredo&lt;br /&gt;com a ponta da língua&lt;br /&gt;em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;e apago o passado&lt;br /&gt;que você tenta esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reencontro seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;no escuro gritante&lt;br /&gt;do quarto fechado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encosto em seu corpo &lt;br /&gt;por horas paradas&lt;br /&gt;e esqueço de morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Viro você por uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-9028319225870700505?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/9028319225870700505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=9028319225870700505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9028319225870700505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9028319225870700505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/10/selo.html' title='Selo'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-8777893723971614680</id><published>2011-10-11T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:19:53.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim</title><content type='html'>O começo &lt;br /&gt;tem uma ausência de peso&lt;br /&gt;porque não há bagagem conjunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tudo&lt;br /&gt;“daqui pra frente”&lt;br /&gt;em um horizonte virgem  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;da descoberta &lt;br /&gt;é humana no sentimento &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O presente não é nada&lt;br /&gt;além do encontro&lt;br /&gt;de duas verdades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então, &lt;br /&gt;nasce a capacidade &lt;br /&gt;de inventar o futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planejar a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;como se não existisse&lt;br /&gt;espontaneidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se consequência&lt;br /&gt;fosse palavra nula&lt;br /&gt;no dicionário do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os amores se perdem&lt;br /&gt;quando o desejo é ensaiado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-8777893723971614680?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/8777893723971614680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=8777893723971614680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/8777893723971614680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/8777893723971614680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/10/fim.html' title='Fim'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3095646127904813880</id><published>2011-08-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:44:11.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em certos momentos &lt;br /&gt;me falta você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica uma lacuna&lt;br /&gt;de fumaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem a graça&lt;br /&gt;do teu balanço firme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a falta&lt;br /&gt;da tua falsa convicção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico apertada&lt;br /&gt;num passado sem solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu me carrego&lt;br /&gt;e escrevo o descarrego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de ter você&lt;br /&gt;dormiu com medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o dia já vai começar&lt;br /&gt;E seja o que eu quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3095646127904813880?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/3095646127904813880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=3095646127904813880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3095646127904813880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3095646127904813880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-4405779508786836377</id><published>2011-07-13T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:49:16.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me sobra o pensar</title><content type='html'>Não vejo sentido&lt;br /&gt;no vestido comprido que eu desfilo&lt;br /&gt;só para me esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adio encontros&lt;br /&gt;e me desencontro na solidão&lt;br /&gt;que eu escolhi sem saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corto palavras&lt;br /&gt;e espalho suas partes&lt;br /&gt;de modo que não as consigo ler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco no ar&lt;br /&gt;as melodias das preces&lt;br /&gt;que eu acabei de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No espelho&lt;br /&gt;está a menina &lt;br /&gt;que vive um passado presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me falta &lt;br /&gt;o parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-4405779508786836377?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/4405779508786836377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=4405779508786836377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4405779508786836377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4405779508786836377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-sobra-o-pensar.html' title='Me sobra o pensar'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3946956444920558331</id><published>2011-03-15T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:58:13.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que não falamos&lt;br /&gt;calamos no primeiro ato&lt;br /&gt;no segundo e no terceiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que nos amamos&lt;br /&gt;e nos contemos&lt;br /&gt;na alegria, na tristeza e na beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltaram palavras&lt;br /&gt;transportando um aviso&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que tímido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do inteiro&lt;br /&gt;me sobrou meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da verdade&lt;br /&gt;me sobrou o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da esperança&lt;br /&gt;me sobrou a reza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De você&lt;br /&gt;me sobrou lembranças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que doei,&lt;br /&gt;não sobrou nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3946956444920558331?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/3946956444920558331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=3946956444920558331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3946956444920558331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3946956444920558331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/03/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-972826617372786196</id><published>2011-01-20T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:32:42.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas que são</title><content type='html'>Existe uma dor&lt;br /&gt;que morde o estômago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que eu tento engolir &lt;br /&gt;o que não quero ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-972826617372786196?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/972826617372786196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=972826617372786196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/972826617372786196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/972826617372786196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-coisas-que-sao.html' title='As coisas que são'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-6787272437152650280</id><published>2010-08-20T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:19:06.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existem amores e amores.</title><content type='html'>De noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Cobrir os seus pés&lt;br /&gt;com os meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezar &lt;br /&gt;Por menos um&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero&lt;br /&gt;desenhar você&lt;br /&gt;por uma vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De luz tímida&lt;br /&gt;e traço forte&lt;br /&gt;Adiando a morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero &lt;br /&gt;um tempo &lt;br /&gt;esquecido de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um espaço&lt;br /&gt;com espaço para eu amar você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-6787272437152650280?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/6787272437152650280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=6787272437152650280&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6787272437152650280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6787272437152650280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2010/08/existem-amores-e-amores.html' title='Existem amores e amores.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-2857838197347238161</id><published>2010-04-27T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:59:35.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma pausa.</title><content type='html'>Afastei a minha gente&lt;br /&gt;porque a gente é minha&lt;br /&gt;e com gente minha&lt;br /&gt;não tem cerimônia nem vergonha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirei o pó da sala com almofadas&lt;br /&gt;joguei a toalha&lt;br /&gt;apaguei a luz&lt;br /&gt;acendi a fé &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei no terço&lt;br /&gt;um bocado de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-2857838197347238161?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/2857838197347238161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=2857838197347238161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2857838197347238161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2857838197347238161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-pausa.html' title='Uma pausa.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-4994335694858536161</id><published>2010-03-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:35:52.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O nó</title><content type='html'>Existe um nó&lt;br /&gt;Bem na ponta da corda&lt;br /&gt;existe um nó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corda balança&lt;br /&gt;mas o nó&lt;br /&gt;não se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corda estica&lt;br /&gt;mas o nó&lt;br /&gt;não escorrega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corda molha&lt;br /&gt;O nó seca junto com ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;O nó cresce&lt;br /&gt;e endurece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma corda&lt;br /&gt;Bem na ponta do nó&lt;br /&gt;existe uma corda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-4994335694858536161?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/4994335694858536161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=4994335694858536161&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4994335694858536161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4994335694858536161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-no.html' title='O nó'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-760709099731350512</id><published>2010-03-05T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:00:17.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu te amo duas vezes mais.</title><content type='html'>Se tornar princesa pela primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;tem o frio da instabilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pede uma promessa de amor parcelada&lt;br /&gt;na esperança de reservar um futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o amor &lt;br /&gt;ainda não tenha, de fato, se apresentado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O costume é morno&lt;br /&gt;no discurso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mesmas respostas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Não intimidam&lt;br /&gt;Não surpreendem&lt;br /&gt;Viciam&lt;br /&gt;Confortam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto de amor&lt;br /&gt;existe em frases como essa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor repetido&lt;br /&gt;tem duas vezes mais amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dobro daquele prometido&lt;br /&gt;no ápice da precipitação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-760709099731350512?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/760709099731350512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=760709099731350512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/760709099731350512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/760709099731350512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-te-amo-duas-vezes-mais.html' title='Eu te amo duas vezes mais.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3462323272266376694</id><published>2010-02-22T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:48:25.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba da criola doida.</title><content type='html'>Faz tempo que não escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra ou outra&lt;br /&gt;Na areia&lt;br /&gt;E só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troco as letras&lt;br /&gt;Por um bocado de água do mar&lt;br /&gt;Uma nesga de sol cansado&lt;br /&gt;E ó: isso já me basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo apressado&lt;br /&gt;Que ultrapasse depressa&lt;br /&gt;A caminho da próxima vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro a calma nada enrustida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo às buzinas da vida&lt;br /&gt;que eu só quero ficar parada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3462323272266376694?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/3462323272266376694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=3462323272266376694&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3462323272266376694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3462323272266376694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2010/02/samba-da-criola-doida.html' title='Samba da criola doida.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-6216803684662730592</id><published>2009-10-28T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:24:06.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro óbvio.</title><content type='html'>Escrevo ao acaso&lt;br /&gt;que reserva o céu da sua boca&lt;br /&gt;depois de um encontro arrependido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-6216803684662730592?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/6216803684662730592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=6216803684662730592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6216803684662730592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6216803684662730592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/10/futuro-obvio.html' title='Futuro óbvio.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-8311129945504259044</id><published>2009-10-26T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:53:56.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fantasia de todos os dias.</title><content type='html'>Em palavras tímidas&lt;br /&gt;escapam promessas&lt;br /&gt;doloridas&lt;br /&gt;de infidelidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É no disfarce da maquiagem&lt;br /&gt;que se esconde o rosto&lt;br /&gt;áspero&lt;br /&gt;cheio de marcas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A altura&lt;br /&gt;se muda do corpo&lt;br /&gt;conforme &lt;br /&gt;o tamanho do salto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os caracóis esticados&lt;br /&gt;alongam as vértebras&lt;br /&gt;de um fio&lt;br /&gt;de cabelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma cor forte&lt;br /&gt;esconde a sujeira&lt;br /&gt;embaixo&lt;br /&gt;da unha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O compromisso&lt;br /&gt;com o que sai da boa&lt;br /&gt;muda&lt;br /&gt;se a boca veste um batom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais &lt;br /&gt;uma mulher em seu eterno centro&lt;br /&gt;poderia querer&lt;br /&gt;além da verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-8311129945504259044?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/8311129945504259044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=8311129945504259044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/8311129945504259044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/8311129945504259044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/10/fantasia-de-todos-os-dias.html' title='A fantasia de todos os dias.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-5674455400464108001</id><published>2009-07-24T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:12:03.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o impulso vem.</title><content type='html'>Afogado&lt;br /&gt;o pudor bate a porta&lt;br /&gt;depois de sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faço&lt;br /&gt;em pernas opostas&lt;br /&gt;e abertas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No escuro&lt;br /&gt;as molduras ganham &lt;br /&gt;em espessura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-5674455400464108001?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/5674455400464108001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=5674455400464108001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5674455400464108001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5674455400464108001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/07/quando-o-impulso-vem.html' title='Quando o impulso vem.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3567894862084067967</id><published>2009-06-04T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:06:21.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciência.</title><content type='html'>Não tenho a consciência&lt;br /&gt;sempre ao lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos ouvido&lt;br /&gt;para tantas palavras minhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que deslizam &lt;br /&gt;boca à fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou em paralelo&lt;br /&gt;o que ainda não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso uma reunião&lt;br /&gt;na frente do espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ver nascer nas linhas do rosto&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento de um intérprete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se enxergar personagem&lt;br /&gt;é dar forma ao que fica preso no nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3567894862084067967?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/3567894862084067967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=3567894862084067967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3567894862084067967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3567894862084067967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/06/consciencia.html' title='Consciência.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-9054701888796953184</id><published>2009-06-03T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:25:05.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existe</title><content type='html'>Existe uma tristeza&lt;br /&gt;apesar da união&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma certeza&lt;br /&gt;nascida da consciência&lt;br /&gt;de um dia ter chorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma clareza&lt;br /&gt;de me descobrir só&lt;br /&gt;no meio de tanta euforia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em jantares &lt;br /&gt;e aniversários&lt;br /&gt;sem fotos ou discursos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma tristeza&lt;br /&gt;apesar da esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-9054701888796953184?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/9054701888796953184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=9054701888796953184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9054701888796953184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9054701888796953184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/06/existe.html' title='Existe'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-5839477722677960613</id><published>2009-05-06T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:37:25.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A espera</title><content type='html'>Ela vive assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implora paciência&lt;br /&gt;Ajoelhada em cima da espuma&lt;br /&gt;para fugir do repuxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reza solidão&lt;br /&gt;mordendo um terço&lt;br /&gt;cheio de água salgada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espera&lt;br /&gt;E mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua vida&lt;br /&gt;é a garantia&lt;br /&gt;de uma paz adiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua energia&lt;br /&gt;é escassa&lt;br /&gt;e dolorida em cada ponta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do corpo&lt;br /&gt;saem estrelas de chumbo&lt;br /&gt;que pesam as pontas dos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma trança&lt;br /&gt;de esperança&lt;br /&gt;e a tontura de um litro de vinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estragado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espera&lt;br /&gt;dela&lt;br /&gt;é a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida dela&lt;br /&gt;é a minha pauta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida dela&lt;br /&gt;é a minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ela é minha&lt;br /&gt;e dos meus irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-5839477722677960613?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/5839477722677960613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=5839477722677960613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5839477722677960613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5839477722677960613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/05/espera.html' title='A espera'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-2149972302023693579</id><published>2009-04-15T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:08:45.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu tenho.</title><content type='html'>Tenho uma alegria&lt;br /&gt;tímida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um alívio&lt;br /&gt;na fila de espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;para um amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E outras tantas&lt;br /&gt;escondidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho poetas&lt;br /&gt;empilhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traços &lt;br /&gt;declarados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma família&lt;br /&gt;para atender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma folha de papel&lt;br /&gt;para me ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-2149972302023693579?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/2149972302023693579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=2149972302023693579&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2149972302023693579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2149972302023693579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-eu-tenho.html' title='O que eu tenho.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7036041360353303176</id><published>2009-04-04T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:49:19.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No dia que o Diabo olhar para mim.</title><content type='html'>Mudo&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo que carrego no bolso:&lt;br /&gt;um par de luvas,&lt;br /&gt;um caderno e dois terços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um terço é para pedir&lt;br /&gt;o outro, para agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;De joelhos&lt;br /&gt;em cima da capa-dura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as luvas&lt;br /&gt;Abraçam os dedos&lt;br /&gt;Prorrogo&lt;br /&gt;as marcas das digitais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos&lt;br /&gt;Até que as dobradiças façam reverência&lt;br /&gt;As portas se abram&lt;br /&gt;E o tapete se alongue no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um jardim&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de plantas&lt;br /&gt;E sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma carruagem&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de cavalos&lt;br /&gt;E convidados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero servos&lt;br /&gt;Sem cérebros&lt;br /&gt;E dentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dama de honra&lt;br /&gt;Com a bandeja na extensão do braço&lt;br /&gt;Oferecendo-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha coroa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7036041360353303176?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7036041360353303176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7036041360353303176&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7036041360353303176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7036041360353303176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-dia-que-o-diabo-olhar-para-mim.html' title='No dia que o Diabo olhar para mim.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-2699091210538688390</id><published>2009-03-30T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:32:31.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou</title><content type='html'>Sou a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;encostada na parede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou os braços&lt;br /&gt;cruzados em cima do sofá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou as pernas&lt;br /&gt;embaixo do chuveiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o fio de cabelo&lt;br /&gt;no travesseiro quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a boca&lt;br /&gt;dentro da geladeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou os dedos&lt;br /&gt;que dançam no piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou os pedaços&lt;br /&gt;que engolem espaços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soltos no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a promessa&lt;br /&gt;escrita na mesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o diálogo&lt;br /&gt;antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que já fui&lt;br /&gt;mas também ou que vou ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou pela metade&lt;br /&gt;do caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a desconstrução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-2699091210538688390?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/2699091210538688390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=2699091210538688390&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2699091210538688390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2699091210538688390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/03/sou.html' title='Sou'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1891279474807311907</id><published>2009-03-20T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:42:42.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda não sei quando vou voltar.</title><content type='html'>Foram dias&lt;br /&gt;e noites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anos &lt;br /&gt;e anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me encolhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi de frio&lt;br /&gt;Não foi de sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi de medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus ossos convidaram&lt;br /&gt;a carne&lt;br /&gt;para entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprisionando&lt;br /&gt;o calor que movia o contorno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da estrurura&lt;br /&gt;balançada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vergonha&lt;br /&gt;intimida a coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfaz luzes&lt;br /&gt;e espelhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pálpebra &lt;br /&gt;esconde o brilho do olho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como um cobertor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que esconde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um corpo gelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1891279474807311907?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1891279474807311907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1891279474807311907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1891279474807311907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1891279474807311907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/03/ainda-nao-sei-quando-vou-voltar.html' title='Ainda não sei quando vou voltar.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1910110146440851789</id><published>2009-02-27T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:08:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>Me procuro nas rugas das mãos&lt;br /&gt;Na linha da vida&lt;br /&gt;(que nunca soube qual era)&lt;br /&gt;Nos anéis&lt;br /&gt;que envelhecem com os dedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me procuro&lt;br /&gt;no reflexo da janela&lt;br /&gt;fechada&lt;br /&gt;No relógio de pulso&lt;br /&gt;parado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me procuro&lt;br /&gt;Nos segundos&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo&lt;br /&gt;que despenca&lt;br /&gt;e me falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encontro&lt;br /&gt;ajoelhada &lt;br /&gt;em um canto de mim &lt;br /&gt;rezando&lt;br /&gt;em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;implorando&lt;br /&gt;para que a luz não venha&lt;br /&gt;e eu não corra o risco&lt;br /&gt;de me enxergar&lt;br /&gt;velha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que se espalhem&lt;br /&gt;as cinzas&lt;br /&gt;da minha juventude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1910110146440851789?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1910110146440851789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1910110146440851789&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1910110146440851789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1910110146440851789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/02/tempo_27.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1606414810774648853</id><published>2009-02-04T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:31:00.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu digo.</title><content type='html'>Eu digo &lt;br /&gt;e não acredito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo&lt;br /&gt;e repito baixinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo&lt;br /&gt;e ouço a voz tímida e trêmula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo&lt;br /&gt;pra mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo&lt;br /&gt;de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo&lt;br /&gt;e ainda não acredito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo&lt;br /&gt;um pouco mais alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito&lt;br /&gt;e me jogam tomates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito&lt;br /&gt;e me acusam de mentirosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito&lt;br /&gt;e tentam pregar meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito&lt;br /&gt;E muitos ensurdecem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito de novo&lt;br /&gt;e a mentira vira verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1606414810774648853?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1606414810774648853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1606414810774648853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1606414810774648853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1606414810774648853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-digo.html' title='Eu digo.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-4906897357373517250</id><published>2009-01-17T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:17:23.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daqui de cima.</title><content type='html'>O mundo gira&lt;br /&gt;Gira mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Se faz&lt;br /&gt;a chuva &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu passo-largo&lt;br /&gt;Se faz&lt;br /&gt;o trovão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu sexo&lt;br /&gt;Se faz&lt;br /&gt;o terremoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu assobio&lt;br /&gt;Se faz&lt;br /&gt;A brisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu espirro&lt;br /&gt;Se faz&lt;br /&gt;O furacão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do botão sem prega&lt;br /&gt;Se faz&lt;br /&gt;O disco voador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando&lt;br /&gt;O cabo da vassoura batuca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;E se fazem dias silenciosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-4906897357373517250?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/4906897357373517250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=4906897357373517250&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4906897357373517250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4906897357373517250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2009/01/daqui-de-cima.html' title='Daqui de cima.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-6380341430070515261</id><published>2008-12-22T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:44:05.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rejeição é eterna.</title><content type='html'>A carne trêmula&lt;br /&gt;se esconde em trapos&lt;br /&gt;de pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pele&lt;br /&gt;se esconde em tecidos&lt;br /&gt;de luxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O luxo&lt;br /&gt;se esconde em olhos&lt;br /&gt;partidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupilas&lt;br /&gt;dilataram ao grito &lt;br /&gt;de um: “Vai embora”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;e eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-6380341430070515261?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/6380341430070515261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=6380341430070515261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6380341430070515261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6380341430070515261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/12/rejeio-eterna.html' title='A rejeição é eterna.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-6762057376491386580</id><published>2008-12-12T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:57:35.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela.</title><content type='html'>A falta dela&lt;br /&gt;me corta a carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voz ausente&lt;br /&gt;é tão grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camisola&lt;br /&gt;veste a cadeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a cadeira&lt;br /&gt;não é ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;eu sento e me basto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foto dela&lt;br /&gt;me corta os dedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se de sua pele&lt;br /&gt;brotassem espinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotas de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;espremem meus orgãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só crescem&lt;br /&gt;Não saem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo o choro&lt;br /&gt;embaixo do pâncreas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se falo dela&lt;br /&gt;não é obsessão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é culpa&lt;br /&gt;nem doença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-6762057376491386580?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/6762057376491386580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=6762057376491386580&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6762057376491386580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6762057376491386580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/12/ela.html' title='Ela.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3466796813810233909</id><published>2008-12-03T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:27:41.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema Dia.</title><content type='html'>No dia 1° de dezembro começou o Poema Dia. Um projeto que reúne 28 poetas de diferentes estados e com estilos também variados. Cada um vai adotar um dia do mês para postar. Eu vou escrever no dia 20. Mas não deixem de conferir, já tem muita coisa legal lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://poemadia.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3466796813810233909?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/3466796813810233909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=3466796813810233909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3466796813810233909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3466796813810233909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/12/poema-dia.html' title='Poema Dia.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-6889114437166930854</id><published>2008-12-02T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:31:18.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Quando eu escrevi você&lt;br /&gt;Peguei cada palavra&lt;br /&gt;e lapidei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferí a ponta&lt;br /&gt;do lápis&lt;br /&gt;que se desfez em linhas retas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pensamenos tortos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu escolhi você&lt;br /&gt;Escondi minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei versos na gaveta&lt;br /&gt;E de roupas pretas se fizeram os pobres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu beijei você&lt;br /&gt;Cobri o fio dos dentes com a língua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não bebi nem fumei&lt;br /&gt;Durante vinte e quatro horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu dormi com você&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei acordada&lt;br /&gt;controlando a respiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando você despertou&lt;br /&gt;Eu já estava de batom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me perdi de mim&lt;br /&gt;Você estava em meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usando minhas roupas&lt;br /&gt;E as minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu cansei de você&lt;br /&gt;Me guardei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-6889114437166930854?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/6889114437166930854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=6889114437166930854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6889114437166930854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6889114437166930854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-2001509416779491212</id><published>2008-11-20T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:56:14.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronto, falei.</title><content type='html'>Seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;abrem portas&lt;br /&gt;e batem pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se apresentam&lt;br /&gt;e representam&lt;br /&gt;um sonho vencido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do alto&lt;br /&gt;ela me convida&lt;br /&gt;para um passeio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sua carne&lt;br /&gt;Deito de olhos&lt;br /&gt;abertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubro &lt;br /&gt;o que ela guarda &lt;br /&gt;embaixo da roupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele&lt;br /&gt;segue minha língua&lt;br /&gt;Sem atalhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico horas e horas&lt;br /&gt;sentindo seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;igual ao meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água na cabeceira&lt;br /&gt;me faz ter certeza&lt;br /&gt;que ainda sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-2001509416779491212?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/2001509416779491212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=2001509416779491212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2001509416779491212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2001509416779491212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/11/l.html' title='Pronto, falei.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3434644402448361973</id><published>2008-11-12T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:10:30.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um poema para uma irmã chamada Joana.</title><content type='html'>Não seja mãe&lt;br /&gt;sem ter dado a luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenhe aquilo&lt;br /&gt;que você pode contornar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora de rezar&lt;br /&gt;pense em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranque da carne&lt;br /&gt;o prazer entrelaçado nas costelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopre o pó&lt;br /&gt;dos seus pés aprisionados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhe&lt;br /&gt;Pisoteando o tic-tac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode&lt;br /&gt;o que quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua estrutura é maior&lt;br /&gt;que a carcaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O alcance de seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;se faz pequeno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como qualquer&lt;br /&gt;ser humano em demasia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acoberte com os cílios&lt;br /&gt;a vista da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata na minha porta&lt;br /&gt;para um café forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acorde para nascer de novo &lt;br /&gt;só para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3434644402448361973?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1737810577190270954</id><published>2008-10-30T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:04:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A surpresa é o orgasmo.</title><content type='html'>Enferma&lt;br /&gt;Cheia dos não-me-toques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida descansa&lt;br /&gt;e respinga gargalhadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cochicha &lt;br /&gt;sobre a sujeira&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Não pisca&lt;br /&gt;sobre a traição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condena&lt;br /&gt;pelas costas das mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em orações&lt;br /&gt;demolidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante&lt;br /&gt;é amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selar o beijo&lt;br /&gt;e a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai sempre disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seja feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe sempre disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Pense antes de fazer qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossível ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;se planejada a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surpresa&lt;br /&gt;é o orgasmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondido&lt;br /&gt;nas esquinas de uma vida traiçoeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ordena.&lt;br /&gt;E mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1737810577190270954?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1737810577190270954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1737810577190270954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1737810577190270954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1737810577190270954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/10/surpresa-o-orgasmo.html' title='A surpresa é o orgasmo.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-9078025253531701633</id><published>2008-10-16T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:24:34.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporal.</title><content type='html'>Eu &lt;br /&gt;e as nossas diferenças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não brigamos&lt;br /&gt;não nos amamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Você lembra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o ar sai dos pulmões&lt;br /&gt;Balança árvores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta batinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embaralha preces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areias &lt;br /&gt;ferem canelas e olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabelos &lt;br /&gt;escondem rostos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas secam escorridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento assobia&lt;br /&gt;E o lixo, &lt;br /&gt;o lixo rodopia para cair no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas diferenças passam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra&lt;br /&gt;eu e você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a próxima&lt;br /&gt;tormenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-9078025253531701633?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/9078025253531701633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=9078025253531701633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9078025253531701633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9078025253531701633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/10/temporal.html' title='Temporal.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1236376977432920657</id><published>2008-09-26T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:28:24.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes decido não te amar.</title><content type='html'>Me sento &lt;br /&gt;de frente para o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quem me esculpiu&lt;br /&gt;em carne&lt;br /&gt;e sangue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quem me refilou&lt;br /&gt;com a ponta dos ossos&lt;br /&gt;de um corpo cansado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quem colocou a mesa&lt;br /&gt;e me esperou&lt;br /&gt;com a comida quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por noites&lt;br /&gt;e noites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quem acordou &lt;br /&gt;dormindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhou pra mim&lt;br /&gt;e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro até hoje&lt;br /&gt;Quando volto&lt;br /&gt;no tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes decido &lt;br /&gt;ir embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voltar a amar você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1236376977432920657?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1236376977432920657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1236376977432920657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1236376977432920657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1236376977432920657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-vezes.html' title='Às vezes decido não te amar.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-4498170861772546926</id><published>2008-09-17T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:59:44.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um poema para aquelas pessoas que salvam vidas sem fazer força.</title><content type='html'>Meu peito já doeu muito&lt;br /&gt;Senti o amor saindo pela garganta&lt;br /&gt;Arranhando o verso da carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormi com o coração dilatado&lt;br /&gt;Batendo com pressa&lt;br /&gt;para viver de uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangrei os joelhos&lt;br /&gt;de tanto implorar&lt;br /&gt;o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei tanto&lt;br /&gt;do pranto de alguém&lt;br /&gt;que hoje nem lembro o nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-4498170861772546926?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/4498170861772546926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=4498170861772546926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4498170861772546926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4498170861772546926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-poema-para-aquelas-pessoas-que_17.html' title='Um poema para aquelas pessoas que salvam vidas sem fazer força.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7313094770276265253</id><published>2008-09-16T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:13:30.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando você não me amou.</title><content type='html'>Encolhi os braços&lt;br /&gt;para encaixar no desenho que você fez de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arregalei os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e apertei a boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando ví&lt;br /&gt;que o recheio dos teus traços&lt;br /&gt;não era eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresci na melodia&lt;br /&gt;da música&lt;br /&gt;que você escreveu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a serenata&lt;br /&gt;nunca subiu&lt;br /&gt;pelo pé da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virei o enigma&lt;br /&gt;de um texto hermético&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um chumbo&lt;br /&gt;que cai na água&lt;br /&gt;caí na cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macia&lt;br /&gt;de abraço certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;br /&gt;e me expulsei&lt;br /&gt;criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomitei versos&lt;br /&gt;impressos no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia marca o tapete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7313094770276265253?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7313094770276265253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7313094770276265253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7313094770276265253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7313094770276265253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/09/quando-voc-no-me-amou.html' title='Quando você não me amou.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7685533954785389772</id><published>2008-09-05T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:57:11.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero.</title><content type='html'>Para que serve o futuro&lt;br /&gt;se você não consegue prever o agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que serve a resposta&lt;br /&gt;se tudo que você tem são perguntas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso&lt;br /&gt;o passado muda a toda hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como um livro que você lê&lt;br /&gt;pela segunda vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como uma ficha&lt;br /&gt;que espera o balanço do vento para cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, de repente.&lt;br /&gt;tudo faz algum sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que servem os planos&lt;br /&gt;se a vida simplesmente acontece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta buscar nos bolsos&lt;br /&gt;dos casacos do inverno passado&lt;br /&gt;o telefone do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não nasceu para repetir.&lt;br /&gt;Nem casacos, nem amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o ar é fresco&lt;br /&gt;o seu coração também merece ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;recheando seu travesseiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue uma tesoura&lt;br /&gt;e fure pena por pena, sem pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carregue seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;embaixo do braço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque chegou a hora de usufruir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7685533954785389772?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7685533954785389772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7685533954785389772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7685533954785389772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7685533954785389772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/09/zero.html' title='Zero.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3907756367141591193</id><published>2008-08-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:22:17.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento.</title><content type='html'>Alguém já recusou a sua companhia?&lt;br /&gt;O seu convite?&lt;br /&gt;O seu beijo?&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já seguiu um olho tímido?&lt;br /&gt;Já fugiu de um olho vivo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já imaginou alguém para imaginar com você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já se imaginou casado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casar é imaginar quente&lt;br /&gt;o que antes era solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dedicar uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;por bem mais do que uma noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assinar um cartão de amor&lt;br /&gt;com o mesmo sobrenome &lt;br /&gt;de quem vai receber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É se imaginar solteiro&lt;br /&gt;e gostar de cair na realidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É entrelaçar as pernas antes de dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter um ombro para encostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fazer parte de outro corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dividir a luz da vela em cima da mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É roubar a cereja da sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;Do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer casar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3907756367141591193?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/3907756367141591193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=3907756367141591193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3907756367141591193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3907756367141591193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/08/casamento.html' title='Casamento.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1560966004781709276</id><published>2008-08-18T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:00:55.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficar viuva é viver uma lacuna da vida.</title><content type='html'>Deu adeus ao santo&lt;br /&gt;E dormiu sem rezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lágrimas secas&lt;br /&gt;fazia-se o canto do olho&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestiu o luto&lt;br /&gt;Saiu a beber&lt;br /&gt;Repetindo palavras&lt;br /&gt;e tremendo a voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De caneta na mão&lt;br /&gt;Se pôs a desenhar&lt;br /&gt;caricaturas&lt;br /&gt;Em ziquezague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despediu-se &lt;br /&gt;da garrafa &lt;br /&gt;que como ela&lt;br /&gt;figurava vazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capa preta &lt;br /&gt;amorteceu os pingos grossos&lt;br /&gt;quando o céu chorou&lt;br /&gt;a sua volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já era dia&lt;br /&gt;quando ela&lt;br /&gt;rezou só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por um dia de sono&lt;br /&gt;e uma vida&lt;br /&gt;sem lacunas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1560966004781709276?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1560966004781709276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1560966004781709276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1560966004781709276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1560966004781709276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/08/ficar-viuva-viver-uma-lacuna-da-vida.html' title='Ficar viuva é viver uma lacuna da vida.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-290699029051903697</id><published>2008-08-07T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:25:06.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxidação.</title><content type='html'>De ferrugem&lt;br /&gt;se faz um corpo que ressuscita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parado &lt;br /&gt;durante uma vida&lt;br /&gt;acompanhando&lt;br /&gt;a decomposição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de sua própria carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora a alegria&lt;br /&gt;de voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrir o peito&lt;br /&gt;para discutir a calma&lt;br /&gt;e o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar&lt;br /&gt;um mundo reescrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto para receber&lt;br /&gt;dobradiças &lt;br /&gt;que não precisem de óleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deprimido&lt;br /&gt;ao ranger da primeira curvatura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de palavras roucas&lt;br /&gt;despede-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mais um descanso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-290699029051903697?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/290699029051903697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=290699029051903697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/290699029051903697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/290699029051903697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/08/oxidao.html' title='Oxidação.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7683761735232266217</id><published>2008-07-14T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:40:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex família.</title><content type='html'>Ela me acenava &lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que partia pra Porto Alegre&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltava&lt;br /&gt;Levantava as sobrancelhas&lt;br /&gt;Mirava o queixo na minha testa&lt;br /&gt;E os olhos escapavam&lt;br /&gt;Por baixo das grossas lentes&lt;br /&gt;De coxas macias e quentes&lt;br /&gt;Eu me fartava&lt;br /&gt;Ela abria um livro&lt;br /&gt;Eu fechava a boca&lt;br /&gt;E a rede balançava&lt;br /&gt;O ar que vinha do mar&lt;br /&gt;Disfarçado de brisa&lt;br /&gt;Já anunciava o furacão&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto isso&lt;br /&gt;Eu voava com o timbre&lt;br /&gt;De voz que percorria palavras impressas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram estórias&lt;br /&gt;Cantadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu saí do colo&lt;br /&gt;E a chuva marca o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Anos e anos&lt;br /&gt;Desenlaçando&lt;br /&gt;A família&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com desdém&lt;br /&gt;Ela enterrou seu sobrenome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7683761735232266217?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7683761735232266217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7683761735232266217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7683761735232266217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7683761735232266217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/07/ex-famlia.html' title='Ex família.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3345350095437644793</id><published>2008-07-03T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:10:36.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que virá?</title><content type='html'>Nem Deus&lt;br /&gt;Ousaria me contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não por não querer&lt;br /&gt;Ou esconder dizeres&lt;br /&gt;Atrás dos lábios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não por mistério&lt;br /&gt;Crescer por conta&lt;br /&gt;De um causo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Que se faz vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E instiga&lt;br /&gt;Me come &lt;br /&gt;Mastiga a carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois&lt;br /&gt;Bate o bife&lt;br /&gt;Das costas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joga &lt;br /&gt;No canto&lt;br /&gt;Do canto escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tira&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Que dorme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanheço&lt;br /&gt;Com a boca&lt;br /&gt;De formigas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cuspo&lt;br /&gt;Esvazio o peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Com medo &lt;br /&gt;Que você&lt;br /&gt;Não me busque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que nem Deus sabe, assusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3345350095437644793?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/3345350095437644793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=3345350095437644793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3345350095437644793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3345350095437644793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-que-vir.html' title='O que virá?'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-9158333988492263929</id><published>2008-06-26T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:50:54.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabou</title><content type='html'>A pedra sobre&lt;br /&gt;A canela dobrada&lt;br /&gt;Faz o vinco &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o brinco&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Desprende amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bolsa&lt;br /&gt;Aberta de recordações&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina a superfície&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo,&lt;br /&gt;Marcas da canetas sem tampas&lt;br /&gt;Perdem vergonhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O risco no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Implora a ida&lt;br /&gt;Sem volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarra o cabelo&lt;br /&gt;E desdobra&lt;br /&gt;A conversa no bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pede uma passagem&lt;br /&gt;Ao garçom&lt;br /&gt;De bandeja vazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que reflete &lt;br /&gt;Olheiras de noites&lt;br /&gt;Meio-dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o remédio acabou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-9158333988492263929?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/9158333988492263929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=9158333988492263929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9158333988492263929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9158333988492263929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/06/acabou.html' title='Acabou'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-6497839050360681320</id><published>2008-05-27T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:37:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite.</title><content type='html'>Mexe &lt;br /&gt;E pede um gole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispensa&lt;br /&gt;O casaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija o ar&lt;br /&gt;De fumaça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua o que&lt;br /&gt;Pediu no balcão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desliga&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecha &lt;br /&gt;Um olho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre&lt;br /&gt;O outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caixa&lt;br /&gt;Estoura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E leva&lt;br /&gt;Embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma&lt;br /&gt;Sã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estica&lt;br /&gt;No cimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pede carona&lt;br /&gt;Com o que restou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-6497839050360681320?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/6497839050360681320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=6497839050360681320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6497839050360681320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6497839050360681320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/05/noite.html' title='A noite.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-6129727576329811027</id><published>2008-05-27T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:03:30.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem?</title><content type='html'>Arrepia o corpo&lt;br /&gt;No meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobe e desce&lt;br /&gt;O calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraça &lt;br /&gt;Pele com pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala baixo&lt;br /&gt;No ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija &lt;br /&gt;Meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha &lt;br /&gt;Pra cima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sente&lt;br /&gt;De baixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vira&lt;br /&gt;A página&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respira&lt;br /&gt;O lençol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segura&lt;br /&gt;A cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luta&lt;br /&gt;As pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxa&lt;br /&gt;Sem dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexe &lt;br /&gt;O pescoço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encontra&lt;br /&gt;De olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-6129727576329811027?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/6129727576329811027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=6129727576329811027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6129727576329811027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/6129727576329811027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/05/vem.html' title='Vem?'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-5998781423053148188</id><published>2008-05-21T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:45:17.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu cuido da casa</title><content type='html'>Acendo a vela &lt;br /&gt;Te confundo &lt;br /&gt;Com o contorno&lt;br /&gt;Dos móveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imóveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro de receitas&lt;br /&gt;Me faço Chef&lt;br /&gt;Da solidão&lt;br /&gt;Me sirvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto&lt;br /&gt;Cílios com cílios&lt;br /&gt;Enrolo o terço&lt;br /&gt;E me apago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro &lt;br /&gt;Inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;Quando doente&lt;br /&gt;Fico assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa grita&lt;br /&gt;No eco&lt;br /&gt;Da tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Descabida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As roupas vazias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dançam&lt;br /&gt;E descansam&lt;br /&gt;Murchas&lt;br /&gt;De você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pego o terço&lt;br /&gt;E mordo&lt;br /&gt;E cuspo&lt;br /&gt;E quebro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pego a vela&lt;br /&gt;E derreto&lt;br /&gt;Até queimar&lt;br /&gt;Os dedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro a bíblia&lt;br /&gt;E faço de cada&lt;br /&gt;Página&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil&lt;br /&gt;Pe-da-ci-nhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-5998781423053148188?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/5998781423053148188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=5998781423053148188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5998781423053148188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5998781423053148188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-cuido-da-casa.html' title='Eu cuido da casa'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1051820405133977808</id><published>2008-05-08T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:20:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acredita.</title><content type='html'>Cospe em pautas de música&lt;br /&gt;Acredita o teu sangue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangra o lápis&lt;br /&gt;Na ponta dos dedos&lt;br /&gt;E acredita a tua dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treme o músculo&lt;br /&gt;no ritmo do palco&lt;br /&gt;E acredita a tua fadiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chama o teu suor&lt;br /&gt;Em volta da fogueira&lt;br /&gt;E acredita a tua chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrega o teu filho&lt;br /&gt;Nas costas deitadas&lt;br /&gt;E acredita a tua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convoca os santos&lt;br /&gt;Espanta a noite&lt;br /&gt;E acredita a tua alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarda um segredo&lt;br /&gt;Faz dele uma arma&lt;br /&gt;E acredita o teu mistério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomita a tua culpa&lt;br /&gt;Vai embora para sempre&lt;br /&gt;E acredita na leveza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1051820405133977808?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1051820405133977808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1051820405133977808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1051820405133977808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1051820405133977808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/05/acredita.html' title='Acredita.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7737703337804523225</id><published>2008-05-05T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:52:31.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembro</title><content type='html'>Lembro do adeus&lt;br /&gt;Que guardei&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Que não acenaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro do beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que carrego&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro da carta&lt;br /&gt;Que guardo&lt;br /&gt;No guardanapo&lt;br /&gt;Amassado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro da foto&lt;br /&gt;Recém tirada&lt;br /&gt;Com a dedicatória&lt;br /&gt;Em branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro da noite&lt;br /&gt;Triste&lt;br /&gt;Que ensaiei&lt;br /&gt;A serenata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro da dor &lt;br /&gt;Que guardo nas costas&lt;br /&gt;Embaixo da nuca&lt;br /&gt;Pelada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro do amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca te dei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;E sufoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7737703337804523225?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7737703337804523225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7737703337804523225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7737703337804523225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7737703337804523225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/05/lembro.html' title='Lembro'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-871620011078920466</id><published>2008-04-16T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:43:04.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado.</title><content type='html'>Passou o dia &lt;br /&gt;E os postes que iluminam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou a chuva&lt;br /&gt;Com pressa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou o chão&lt;br /&gt;Em lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou o bêbado&lt;br /&gt;Na rua tremida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou a puta &lt;br /&gt;Na esquina sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou o meio fio&lt;br /&gt;Que virou um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou a criança&lt;br /&gt;Com fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou o velho&lt;br /&gt;Querendo voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou a dona&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de brilho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou a placa&lt;br /&gt;Pichada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou o passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o cheiro de molhado&lt;br /&gt;Sobe no asfalto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-871620011078920466?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/871620011078920466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=871620011078920466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/871620011078920466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/871620011078920466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/04/passado.html' title='Passado.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7978506986187000521</id><published>2008-04-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:49:35.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entregue.</title><content type='html'>Entregue você&lt;br /&gt;O que tem de mais valioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue um beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;Sem dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um convite&lt;br /&gt;Para ir ao aeroporto&lt;br /&gt;E sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue você&lt;br /&gt;O que guardou durante anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esvazie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue um giz de cera&lt;br /&gt;Colorido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue a janela&lt;br /&gt;Aberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue um filme&lt;br /&gt;Sem legenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se entregue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra os braços&lt;br /&gt;No abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregue um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois&lt;br /&gt;Preencha tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7978506986187000521?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7978506986187000521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7978506986187000521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7978506986187000521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7978506986187000521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/04/entregue.html' title='Entregue.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-8916690521737341166</id><published>2008-04-04T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:04:55.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fica comigo.</title><content type='html'>Beija-me&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto bem assim&lt;br /&gt;Com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acena &lt;br /&gt;do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;para o meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu também amo&lt;br /&gt;Sabia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois&lt;br /&gt;De cair &lt;br /&gt;no engano da vida mansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança&lt;br /&gt;Comigo a poesia dos lábios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chegada&lt;br /&gt;Da carne quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ausente de qualquer lágrima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um presente&lt;br /&gt;É você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que abre os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Entra em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um mar sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Me afogo no desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiro o pó da alma&lt;br /&gt;Busco o ar &lt;br /&gt;Encontro seus olhos no alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você&lt;br /&gt;Que visitou minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá ficou&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na companhia&lt;br /&gt;Dos passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como eu gosto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-8916690521737341166?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/8916690521737341166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=8916690521737341166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/8916690521737341166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/8916690521737341166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/04/fica-comigo.html' title='Fica comigo.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1018166289741506033</id><published>2008-04-01T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:54:33.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois pra lá</title><content type='html'>Eu era uma zebra&lt;br /&gt;Preto no branco&lt;br /&gt;Branco no preto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cor sim&lt;br /&gt;Cor não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijava o vento&lt;br /&gt;Deitava na grama&lt;br /&gt;Corria sem dó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ser só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulei a cerca&lt;br /&gt;Desfiz o vestido da moça&lt;br /&gt;Adormecida de susto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugi da baia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequei a saliva&lt;br /&gt;De tanto correr&lt;br /&gt;De tanto querer morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Viver pela metade&lt;br /&gt;Chorar de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandei telegramas&lt;br /&gt;E nada descobri&lt;br /&gt;Órfão desde sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoológico&lt;br /&gt;É o Carandiru dos animais&lt;br /&gt;Morri de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o menino&lt;br /&gt;Que me ensinou a dançar&lt;br /&gt;Dois pra lá, dois pra cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E comecei a viver&lt;br /&gt;No circo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhava um mágico&lt;br /&gt;Que também era empacotador de supermercado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela fazia tudo desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implorei&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele negou&lt;br /&gt;Paguei&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele não aceitou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar uma de equilibrista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herdei ainda mais listras&lt;br /&gt;Marcas da rede de proteção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me devolveu&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu zebra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1018166289741506033?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1018166289741506033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1018166289741506033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1018166289741506033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1018166289741506033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/04/dois-pra-l.html' title='Dois pra lá'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1314129255065658170</id><published>2008-03-27T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:55:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J &amp; J</title><content type='html'>Eu guardei acordes&lt;br /&gt;Um gole d’água antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Um guardanapo em branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardei o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele se foi&lt;br /&gt;Se despediu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a pressa &lt;br /&gt;Dos ponteiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu corri atrás&lt;br /&gt;Da canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De frente para o palco&lt;br /&gt;Decorei a cena&lt;br /&gt;E cada detalhe seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para repassar&lt;br /&gt;Até a sua volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O canto da sua boca &lt;br /&gt;ainda sorri para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu comentei&lt;br /&gt;Para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri&lt;br /&gt;Para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque você não estava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quis&lt;br /&gt;Te substituir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservei&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar só seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho só meu&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que se foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixou lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esperança de errar&lt;br /&gt;De novo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda está contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De rir&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio da dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De esticar as pernas para cima&lt;br /&gt;E sentir a leveza&lt;br /&gt;De se descobrir bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então,&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardei tanto para você&lt;br /&gt;Que mal cabe em uma garrafa de vinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda vazio&lt;br /&gt;Está aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se hoje eu choro&lt;br /&gt;É de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque falta pouco&lt;br /&gt;Para você voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mais pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1314129255065658170?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-5648945590986004918</id><published>2008-03-20T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:41:18.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>Ela fechou a porta&lt;br /&gt;A outra dormiu os olhos por um segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela prometeu não voltar&lt;br /&gt;A outra chorou de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela deixou seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;A outra sentiu saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela deixou um bilhete&lt;br /&gt;A outra não leu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não ligou&lt;br /&gt;A outra herdou o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi procurar seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;A outra ficou sem ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que voltaria um dia&lt;br /&gt;A outra acreditou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se entregou para alguém&lt;br /&gt;A outra cobriu o rosto com a palma da mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela dançou seu corpo em outras pernas&lt;br /&gt;A outra se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorriu&lt;br /&gt;A outra dormiu para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela comprou flores&lt;br /&gt;A outra gelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;A outra não se mexeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela abraçou&lt;br /&gt;A outra não sentiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela fechou os olhos da outra&lt;br /&gt;E a outra não abriu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-5648945590986004918?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/5648945590986004918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=5648945590986004918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5648945590986004918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5648945590986004918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/03/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-4754929435774295126</id><published>2008-03-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:13:19.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo</title><content type='html'>Um beijo é pluma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E apesar do sonho meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escapa para o céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo é doce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a língua passeia pelos lábios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que o açúcar acabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo é verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de unir os lábios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se unem olhares fixos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo é ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você encontra uma outra língua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no escuro do sono solto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Um beijo é paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você gruda &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo é despedida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bocas descolam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a lágrima passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo é culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal acontece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em virtude do que já foi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo é o que você quiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-4754929435774295126?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/4754929435774295126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=4754929435774295126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4754929435774295126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4754929435774295126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/03/beijo.html' title='Beijo'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-2049496003993684312</id><published>2008-03-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:35:18.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P-a-l-a-v-r-a</title><content type='html'>Eu pego cada palavra sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desmaio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra por letra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem métrica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na estética da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cresce em segredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que viram música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao pé do ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pede o beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E encosta no travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me abraça para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras ecoam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opiniões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a verdade só eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom ter apenas a metade do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim procuro todo o resto quando abro a janela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você entrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-2049496003993684312?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/2049496003993684312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=2049496003993684312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2049496003993684312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2049496003993684312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/03/p-l-v-r.html' title='P-a-l-a-v-r-a'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3070940437507255589</id><published>2008-02-18T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:17:06.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>Quero tomar um café com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Bajo Caracoles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem na época em que de lá o vento foge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero encontrar seus dedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passeando pelos grãos de açúcar caídos na mesa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se houver alguma chance, você estará um gelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco à vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela saudade que sopra qualquer palavra boba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou então,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai procurar meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim que tirar o óculos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, em um corredor de ar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai me dizer tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me mande embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pague a minha passagem de volta&lt;br /&gt;para não se incomodar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você poderia me visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogar na minha cara tudo que fiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me beijar de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe mandar um recado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia mandar uma carta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para você abrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E descobrir o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse novidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se você não abrir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu viajo para longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço o seu endereço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu nome e o seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia parar de pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agir na sua direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não adiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu sinta medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria me encontrar em você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3070940437507255589?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/3070940437507255589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=3070940437507255589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3070940437507255589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/3070940437507255589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-3869697107048636848</id><published>2008-02-07T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T05:02:22.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um par.</title><content type='html'>Me convidei para passear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi tão bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi tão ruim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dedos dos pés molharam na grama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congelaram com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram duros como pedra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(de fora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corriam para esquentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou fugiam para não entrar na casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contei as horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os minutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o alto do muro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a mão direita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toquei o ombro esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a mão esquerda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toquei o ombro direito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joguei a cabeça para cima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esperei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por trás do muro não havia ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molhei os joelhos na grama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarrei o escapulário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntei as mãos e pedi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um par de olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para me cuidar enquanto durmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um par de mãos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para me puxar de volta quando eu quiser partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um par de pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para me abraçar durante as noites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ganhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um par de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3869697107048636848?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-2663104464027208312</id><published>2008-01-21T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:12:22.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socorro</title><content type='html'>O cérebro esquentou a noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprisionou seu sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com linhas pretas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma agulha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há de costurar a ferida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a repulsa morre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aos poucos seus olhos abrem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro de vida levanta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como poeira que sobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para espirrar a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um tanto de liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando saiu dos cantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removeu suas células perdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pediu socorro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal sabia que colocar o vírus para fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dar as mãos para as cores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E largar as dores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-2663104464027208312?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/2663104464027208312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=2663104464027208312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2663104464027208312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/2663104464027208312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/01/socorro.html' title='Socorro'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-304629819157747031</id><published>2008-01-18T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:34:36.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sempre.</title><content type='html'>“Eu estou pronta para ser feliz”&lt;br /&gt;Disse ela com uma bolsa na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiu para ver o mar&lt;br /&gt;Escreveu linhas e linhas na areia.&lt;br /&gt;Esperou a onda apagar&lt;br /&gt;Guardou a lágrima atrás dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;E foi embora para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse ao taxista que tinha uma fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Mostrou as pernas tenras&lt;br /&gt;Molhou os lábios com a lingua&lt;br /&gt;Descansou a mão no seio esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era dor no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pediu para descer antes&lt;br /&gt;Cobriu as pernas enquanto andava desolada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o vento nasceu de costas para o mar&lt;br /&gt;Veio de repente a força que balançou sua blusa&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse uma cortina&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que apareceu a janela de sua alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela resolveu voltar para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-304629819157747031?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/304629819157747031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=304629819157747031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/304629819157747031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/304629819157747031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-sempre.html' title='Para sempre.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-1606800959027826407</id><published>2008-01-18T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:30:24.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo só.</title><content type='html'>Era uma tarde desesperada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vento&lt;br /&gt;A porta dançava&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ele escrevia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre virgulas&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor nascia&lt;br /&gt;Dando adeus a mais uma página&lt;br /&gt;Em branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchia os pulões de mim&lt;br /&gt;No cigarro que segurava com o indicador e o dedão&lt;br /&gt;E apagava na sola da bota&lt;br /&gt;Amontoando um cancer no cinzeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“você já pensou em ir embora?’’&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz morreu em meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é que pensava em partir&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei o covarde que era&lt;br /&gt;Antes de dormir ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Mal me olhava no olho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eu te amo”&lt;br /&gt;E o amor dele morria quando terminava de pronunciar o “o”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequei de amor&lt;br /&gt;E vivo só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me amo mais do que um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Que acaba quase antes de começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Duarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1606800959027826407?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/1606800959027826407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=1606800959027826407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1606800959027826407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/1606800959027826407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/01/vivo-s.html' title='Vivo só.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-5628410969550711367</id><published>2008-01-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:58:24.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para não perder o costume</title><content type='html'>O meu peito dói quando eu toco&lt;br /&gt;E eu sempre toco&lt;br /&gt;De cinco em cinco minutos&lt;br /&gt;Dou uma cutucada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-5628410969550711367?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/5628410969550711367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=5628410969550711367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5628410969550711367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/5628410969550711367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-no-perder-o-costume.html' title='Para não perder o costume'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-4762841124428799216</id><published>2007-11-30T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:29:42.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrasta os dedos em mim</title><content type='html'>Me sobram cócegas&lt;br /&gt;Quando me faltam motivos pra sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não aparece&lt;br /&gt;Desfalece na arena&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa sem pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz que falta&lt;br /&gt;Me lembra você&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto dormíamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;O vento entra&lt;br /&gt;Envolve com paz e sem cerimônia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento &lt;br /&gt;vira simplesmente dois&lt;br /&gt;Um meu e outro seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada se abre&lt;br /&gt;Pra me ver partir&lt;br /&gt;Deixo meu cheiro no rastro do guia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já está perdido mesmo&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que penso&lt;br /&gt;Enterro vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha e comigo&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o sentido&lt;br /&gt;De descobrir o medo sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alma que grita&lt;br /&gt;Agita o pensamento nobre&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sobe eu me firmo aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo cola na sola do pé&lt;br /&gt;Engulo tudo pra aumentar o peso&lt;br /&gt;Agüento o balanço qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firme como se a leveza nunca tivesse existido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-4762841124428799216?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/4762841124428799216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=4762841124428799216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4762841124428799216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/4762841124428799216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2007/11/arrasta-os-dedos-em-mim.html' title='Arrasta os dedos em mim'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7012669401895192895</id><published>2007-11-13T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T05:45:47.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>De farta mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Se fez a dança&lt;br /&gt;Entre dois mágicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da cartola &lt;br /&gt;Ele tirou um jardim&lt;br /&gt;Sem vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da certeza&lt;br /&gt;Ela fez dúvida&lt;br /&gt;E de aplausos se fez o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele guardou a dor&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de um balão&lt;br /&gt;Quase sem ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela estourou o balão&lt;br /&gt;Guardou a dor&lt;br /&gt;Na alma do cofre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele descobriu o segredo&lt;br /&gt;Abriu as portas&lt;br /&gt;E a dor se fez presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jardim voltou a respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver dor&lt;br /&gt;Haverá vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7012669401895192895?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7012669401895192895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7012669401895192895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7012669401895192895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7012669401895192895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2007/11/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7488127018855304786</id><published>2007-10-19T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:39:22.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorda, Julia.</title><content type='html'>Quem um dia te fez&lt;br /&gt;Chora&lt;br /&gt;Quem um dia te amou&lt;br /&gt;Morre&lt;br /&gt;Quem um dia escreveu&lt;br /&gt;Sumiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem um dia te acordou&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não voltou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você ensaia mudanças&lt;br /&gt;O mundo respira &lt;br /&gt;Fala alto&lt;br /&gt;Atrasa horas e horas&lt;br /&gt;Porque te espera&lt;br /&gt;E você não vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você morre a cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já acenderam velas&lt;br /&gt;Rezaram terços&lt;br /&gt;Beijaram o ar&lt;br /&gt;Agora o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Já é opaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadê você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Volte para mim&lt;br /&gt;Que corra a alma solta&lt;br /&gt;Colorida &lt;br /&gt;Como antes era o sempre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre cortes e paredes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda enxergo você&lt;br /&gt;Relaxe o braço &lt;br /&gt;Até a ponta dos dedos&lt;br /&gt;Cansados&lt;br /&gt;Encha os pulmões de verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estique o braço que está sobre o peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esfregue nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Fechados&lt;br /&gt;O sono do corpo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E imagine amores&lt;br /&gt;Passando sem ver você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve sua casa para onde for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O clichê pode ser interessante&lt;br /&gt;Mas para entender isso&lt;br /&gt;Você só precisa de uma coisa:&lt;br /&gt;acordar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7488127018855304786?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7488127018855304786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7488127018855304786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7488127018855304786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7488127018855304786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2007/10/acorda-julia.html' title='Acorda, Julia.'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-321594771875138021</id><published>2007-10-02T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:13:01.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puta</title><content type='html'>Comprei o baú inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Jóias e jóias marcaram tempos&lt;br /&gt;Desfilaram festas&lt;br /&gt;Enterraram almas&lt;br /&gt;E se fizeram herança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vaivém da dança&lt;br /&gt;Acompanharam donas e santas&lt;br /&gt;Dormiram em cabeceiras de mármore&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicando a frieza que brilha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meretrizes, mulatas e malandros&lt;br /&gt;Carregam o reinado nos bolsos&lt;br /&gt;Seus pés gastos beijam ruas&lt;br /&gt;Que ficam para trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cama é mais justa do que roupa de puta &lt;br /&gt;Para quem divide o lençol&lt;br /&gt;Abraça o sujo&lt;br /&gt;E acorda atrasado cheio de culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As jóias esquentam no sol&lt;br /&gt;Pelo corpo da Puta rica&lt;br /&gt;Cujo corpo arde de graça&lt;br /&gt;Na beira do rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém faz nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-321594771875138021?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/321594771875138021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=321594771875138021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/321594771875138021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/321594771875138021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2007/10/puta.html' title='Puta'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-9080741934484644871</id><published>2007-09-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:47:36.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca</title><content type='html'>Chorei você a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Suei a cama sem perdão&lt;br /&gt;Cortei o peito&lt;br /&gt;Criei asas&lt;br /&gt;E parti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me escondi em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espiei lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi &lt;br /&gt;um verso na parede&lt;br /&gt;seu nome no pulso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um livro cheio de rezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos caíram&lt;br /&gt;no meu ombro&lt;br /&gt;Virei medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais fui a mesma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-9080741934484644871?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/9080741934484644871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=9080741934484644871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9080741934484644871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/9080741934484644871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/2007/09/nunca.html' title='Nunca'/><author><name>Julia Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13775129948032536901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W_JAeZKdPs8/SlauWfMDbrI/AAAAAAAAACU/j2RkIKFLY_M/S220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6298151450762121491.post-7941211571284411799</id><published>2007-09-17T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:41:45.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volte</title><content type='html'>Encontrei razões&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a pose&lt;br /&gt;Decidi por mim&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei para o bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma raiva firme&lt;br /&gt;Abraçou meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Um por um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você passou raspando&lt;br /&gt;Eu aqueci o frio&lt;br /&gt;Na barriga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E parti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi na mão&lt;br /&gt;“me sinto bem quando estou só”&lt;br /&gt;(como quem não pode esquecer de algo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomei banho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormi de janela aberta&lt;br /&gt;E você entrou&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei que esqueci de alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois que a tinta saiu você voltou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-7941211571284411799?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/7941211571284411799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=7941211571284411799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7941211571284411799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/7941211571284411799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Viva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descoberta&lt;br /&gt;Eu durmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei &lt;br /&gt;(juro que não sei)&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer com o resto&lt;br /&gt;Do seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu guarde&lt;br /&gt;No fundo na alma&lt;br /&gt;E ressuscite&lt;br /&gt;Num dia longo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os dias ruins demoram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E entram &lt;br /&gt;por baixo da porta&lt;br /&gt;Pela fresta da porta&lt;br /&gt;Pelo sopro do vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E você vem&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos e você vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apago a luz e você aparece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-3848809710607847789?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Cheias de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha para um passeio&lt;br /&gt;Até a sacada de pedras&lt;br /&gt;Até o porão de peixes&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o teto ferve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique para uma noite&lt;br /&gt;a beira do meu amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-981089934655977433?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/981089934655977433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=981089934655977433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6298151450762121491/posts/default/981089934655977433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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e arrepios&lt;br /&gt;Juntei as mãos e apertei os lábios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado da rua, a luz gritou&lt;br /&gt;E alguém acenou com olhos d’água&lt;br /&gt;Rezei para que fosse você&lt;br /&gt;No meio de uma cortina de gelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você deitou quente&lt;br /&gt;descansou a raiva&lt;br /&gt;E grudou a alma na minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora abro a janela todas as noites&lt;br /&gt;Fico entre paredes e esperanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez exista um grande espaço entre nós,&lt;br /&gt;e talvez um tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E talvez exista apenas vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vivo de vento&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a brisa não vem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-1663821972464475022?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou limpar as gavetas&lt;br /&gt;Tirar o pó&lt;br /&gt;Encher os bolsos de nada&lt;br /&gt;E vomitar a dúvida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair da forca sem pedir&lt;br /&gt;Chutar o banco&lt;br /&gt;Com o mesmo pé &lt;br /&gt;que deslizaria em sua superfície&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei pra mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6298151450762121491-8574969536578219341?l=jujupira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujupira.blogspot.com/feeds/8574969536578219341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6298151450762121491&amp;postID=8574969536578219341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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