<?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-6998989351769308164</id><updated>2011-11-29T20:07:54.848-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformar Dor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-153244714693933897</id><published>2009-03-24T14:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:38:25.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: Caminhemos Juntos</title><content type='html'>Quero caminhar sempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;tuas ofertas devolvo com a mesma intensidade&lt;br /&gt;ouco, vejo, sinto , amo, amo e amo&lt;br /&gt;te descubro novo a cada dia em mim&lt;br /&gt;descoberta, me desnudo em ti&lt;br /&gt;deito no arrepio da sua pele&lt;br /&gt;nesse caminho somos mil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-153244714693933897?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/153244714693933897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=153244714693933897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/153244714693933897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/153244714693933897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2009/03/re-caminhemos-juntos.html' title='RE: Caminhemos Juntos'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-8499639237073086737</id><published>2009-01-26T13:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:53:54.600-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora?</title><content type='html'>E agora,&lt;br /&gt;constante presença?&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar penso&lt;br /&gt;cego em claustrofóbicas&lt;br /&gt;idéias de futuros e esperas.&lt;br /&gt;pressinto a sua calma,&lt;br /&gt;cesso pensamento&lt;br /&gt;enxergo: agora é hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara no sol,&lt;br /&gt;mergulho no mar,&lt;br /&gt;é só não procurar&lt;br /&gt;pra te achar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-8499639237073086737?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/8499639237073086737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=8499639237073086737&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/8499639237073086737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/8499639237073086737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-agora.html' title='E agora?'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-3634770012899715782</id><published>2008-11-23T19:37:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:37:12.039-02:00</updated><title type='text'>menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;usa pintura nos olhos &lt;/div&gt;disfarçando as noites mal dormidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é fraca por ser tão forte&lt;/div&gt;feita de mudanças geográficas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;essa fortaleza de vidro &lt;/div&gt;nunca teve medo de quebrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e desde sempre foi mulher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-3634770012899715782?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/3634770012899715782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=3634770012899715782&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/3634770012899715782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/3634770012899715782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/11/menina.html' title='menina'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-2662133911355008399</id><published>2008-11-20T22:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:17:43.919-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vertigem</title><content type='html'>no último andar o Sol brilhava&lt;br /&gt;claros raios arranhando a retina&lt;br /&gt;do alto a vontade era de pular...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-2662133911355008399?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/2662133911355008399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=2662133911355008399&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/2662133911355008399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/2662133911355008399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/11/vertigem.html' title='vertigem'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-245797231685132900</id><published>2008-11-10T21:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:46:22.785-02:00</updated><title type='text'>moralidade?</title><content type='html'>nao consigo dormir direito, só penso na tal da moralidade, e não paro de me perguntar&lt;br /&gt;:"Seria simplório pensar que o problema moral em relação aos outros consiste em agir  como se deveria agir, e o problema moral consigo mesmo é conseguir sentir o que se deveria sentir?"(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G.H.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-245797231685132900?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/245797231685132900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=245797231685132900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/245797231685132900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/245797231685132900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/11/moralidade.html' title='moralidade?'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-892910471677886813</id><published>2008-11-01T22:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:55:53.929-02:00</updated><title type='text'>des.co.ber.ta (III)</title><content type='html'>lá no futuro ficam as coisas não sabidas&lt;br /&gt;essas expectativas do agora perdido&lt;br /&gt;previsto em astrologia sem signos&lt;br /&gt;aqui ansiedade pressiona a carência&lt;br /&gt;nas perspectivas infundadas e lúdicas&lt;br /&gt;que no pique-esconde com a frustação &lt;br /&gt;é a angústia que fica guardando o caixão&lt;br /&gt;de insapiência das coisas lá paradas&lt;br /&gt;sem grandes expectativas e previsões&lt;br /&gt;significando estar carente do presente&lt;br /&gt;que por medo de ser achado angustia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-892910471677886813?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/892910471677886813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=892910471677886813&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/892910471677886813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/892910471677886813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/11/descoberta-iii.html' title='des.co.ber.ta (III)'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-2927603127986041834</id><published>2008-10-26T12:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:53:06.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>onda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;irradia a dormência&lt;br /&gt;escorregando pelos nervos&lt;br /&gt;traz espamos de leveza&lt;br /&gt;em alegres contrações&lt;br /&gt;olhos gelatinosos para coloridas distorções&lt;br /&gt;roça pelos cabelos o pescoço solto&lt;br /&gt;muito prazer estamos em Copa&lt;br /&gt;amigos amantes em óculos escuros&lt;br /&gt;brilham de suor (gotas salgadas d'alma)&lt;br /&gt;estranhos ruídos coçam os ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;extravagantes gengivas na exibida boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;declara independência ao amor próprio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-2927603127986041834?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/2927603127986041834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=2927603127986041834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/2927603127986041834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/2927603127986041834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/10/onda.html' title='onda'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-2024353973140271469</id><published>2008-10-20T22:45:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:38:16.751-02:00</updated><title type='text'>des.dém</title><content type='html'>em desapego&lt;br /&gt;desafeiçoa também do corpo&lt;br /&gt;despindo-se por sorrisos retos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no despudor&lt;br /&gt;desabitua também à alma&lt;br /&gt;deitando-se em camas nunca antes feitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no outro&lt;br /&gt;desapega também do sorriso&lt;br /&gt;desafeiçoando-se dos leçóis limpos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na alma&lt;br /&gt;despia-se também dos pudores&lt;br /&gt;desabituando-se de prazeres diminutos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-2024353973140271469?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/2024353973140271469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=2024353973140271469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/2024353973140271469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/2024353973140271469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/10/decidida.html' title='des.dém'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-8917682961680289962</id><published>2008-10-11T01:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:54:41.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ma.ni.cu.re</title><content type='html'>Dedos em água morna&lt;br /&gt;espátula para empurrar&lt;br /&gt;cutícula, pele grudada,&lt;br /&gt;inconveniência&lt;br /&gt;cresce sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Alicate cai no chão!&lt;br /&gt;Não corta mais - cega&lt;br /&gt;segura pedaços aleatórios,&lt;br /&gt;perfura capilares,&lt;br /&gt;não há nada que faça estancar&lt;br /&gt;alicate que não corta mais&lt;br /&gt;só amolação.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Lixa na aspereza.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Esmalta:&lt;br /&gt;Deixa Beijar de primeira&lt;br /&gt;e na segunda sempre&lt;br /&gt;Rebú!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;O extra-brilho faz durar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-8917682961680289962?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/8917682961680289962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=8917682961680289962&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/8917682961680289962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/8917682961680289962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/10/manicure.html' title='ma.ni.cu.re'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-5021329818940206318</id><published>2008-10-07T15:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:23:47.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>des.co.ber.ta (II)</title><content type='html'>para que chaves se eu não mais tenho portas minha&lt;br /&gt;lombar solta abdomen ativo coluna reta mão no&lt;br /&gt;chão ritmo calmo sem ansiedades incontroláveis me&lt;br /&gt;questionando sempre um chocolate em cima da mesa&lt;br /&gt;minhas palavras na balança lutando contra minha&lt;br /&gt;vaidade-pudor cuidando da minha vaidade-beleza&lt;br /&gt;me emociono com meus próprios pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;converso sozinha o tempo todo fazendo diálogos&lt;br /&gt;com a expectativa alheia gozo de verdade e duas&lt;br /&gt;vezes estremeço não me mexo no tempo parado volto&lt;br /&gt;o momento se encerra na lembrança só a sensação não&lt;br /&gt;há espera do porvir já que hoje é hoje e amanhã sempre&lt;br /&gt;sendo amanha e no dia de hoje faz sol e não venta muito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-5021329818940206318?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/5021329818940206318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=5021329818940206318&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/5021329818940206318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/5021329818940206318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/10/descoberta-ii.html' title='des.co.ber.ta (II)'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-3096979721596785404</id><published>2008-10-04T18:49:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:49:02.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'>in.ten.to</title><content type='html'>Pneu vazio&lt;br /&gt;sem ar.&lt;br /&gt;Oh calibra.dor!&lt;br /&gt;No posto o&lt;br /&gt;moço: -desiste, vai a pé&lt;br /&gt;como é que é?&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;Em outro posto,&lt;br /&gt;outro moço&lt;br /&gt;soturno e solícito.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio&lt;br /&gt;com ar.&lt;br /&gt;En.contra vento&lt;br /&gt;-desiste!&lt;br /&gt;Será?!&lt;br /&gt;Marcha leve&lt;br /&gt;capacete, esquece!&lt;br /&gt;Carro ao lado&lt;br /&gt;raspo o meio do fio,&lt;br /&gt;ciclovia para subida&lt;br /&gt;calçada na descida,&lt;br /&gt;de sede decido&lt;br /&gt;água? de coco!&lt;br /&gt;Será!&lt;br /&gt;Morros a vista&lt;br /&gt;de prazos longos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(consumo a toa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 baton bonina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 pantalona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É?!&lt;br /&gt;Arpoa.dor&lt;br /&gt;ousa.dia suave&lt;br /&gt;mergulho&lt;br /&gt;ah! mar!&lt;br /&gt;me orgulho&lt;br /&gt;a nado me lavo&lt;br /&gt;a nada me levo&lt;br /&gt;ponta acesa&lt;br /&gt;mansa onda&lt;br /&gt;me lança.&lt;br /&gt;É!&lt;br /&gt;tão bom!&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-3096979721596785404?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/3096979721596785404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=3096979721596785404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/3096979721596785404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/3096979721596785404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/10/intento.html' title='in.ten.to'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-3865689447756732842</id><published>2008-09-30T14:32:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:39:20.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>des.co.ber.ta (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;passeava-lhe domingos acreditando em suas esperanças tirava sua camisa para que pudesse deitar seus sonhos vestida dele cortava-lhe os cabelos ouvia suas promessas de passeios jardim botânico cachoeira enquanto preparava cafés-da-manha-tarde-noite cedeu o controle-remoto de suas emoções foi sintonizada no canal frustação &lt;em&gt;soap-opera&lt;/em&gt; adolescente de enredo fácil nos intervalos ofertava-se a decepção tomou-lhe o controle da mão espantada com a covardia coitado de ingenuidade gaguejou silenciou fingiu que nada acontecera dançava para sustentar o aprizionamento da mesmice mediocre perdera a chance de mergulhar nas verdades boia na superficie de celebres notáveis ninguéns no restrospecto de suas dores e delícias ela se sentia truinfante diante desse pequeno infortúnio e humildemente agradecia pela decepção inesperada sentia-se mulher gente-grande orgulhosa livre de culpa pressões urgências-angústias vivendo cada dia  calma é seu relógio vento é veículo e todas as cores do mundo a enfeitam cantando no chuveiro novas melodias sonhando com o mar da bahia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-3865689447756732842?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/3865689447756732842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=3865689447756732842&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/3865689447756732842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/3865689447756732842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/09/descoberta.html' title='des.co.ber.ta (I)'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-6592111680472616373</id><published>2008-09-28T23:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:53:55.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a.dor.me.ce</title><content type='html'>Hoje não acordei, nem dormi.&lt;br /&gt;Catando pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Escolhendo direções&lt;br /&gt;futucando feridas&lt;br /&gt;contei acertos&lt;br /&gt;nos desesperos vividos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperta.dor!&lt;br /&gt;Há muito não durmo, quero acordar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-6592111680472616373?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-9066088870921873601</id><published>2008-09-25T00:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:54:10.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>C</title><content type='html'>Carvão&lt;br /&gt;Isótopo corpu&lt;br /&gt;lento&lt;br /&gt;Diamante se&lt;br /&gt;ria leve&lt;br /&gt;Lápis  ato&lt;br /&gt;mico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ódio x dó&lt;br /&gt;O=C=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-9066088870921873601?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/9066088870921873601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=9066088870921873601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/9066088870921873601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/9066088870921873601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/09/c.html' title='C'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-5198576562421375749</id><published>2008-09-21T16:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:57:43.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>re.ti.cên.cias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;Na complexa excitação&lt;br /&gt;segui cegamente impulsos inatos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;desejei adaptar o ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expandi dispendiosa energia&lt;br /&gt;concedi inspirações involuntárias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;distrações distorciam o real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;doava ternuras em demasia&lt;br /&gt;rodopiando em cadência decadente&lt;br /&gt;caí tonta de tanto crer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;julgando apta em ser&lt;br /&gt;frágil, ferida fui sendo&lt;br /&gt;fiquei&lt;/span&gt; no frio esfregando vontade&lt;br /&gt;uma faminta comendo saliva&lt;br /&gt;dançando sob lastimáveis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;sequei os olho no seca.dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto a estar&lt;br /&gt;determinada em realidade&lt;br /&gt;construo definitiva verdade&lt;br /&gt;destruindo antigas vaidades&lt;br /&gt;endureço como pretexto&lt;br /&gt;sorrio com sútil sossego&lt;br /&gt;respiro suaves reticências&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-5198576562421375749?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/5198576562421375749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=5198576562421375749&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/5198576562421375749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/5198576562421375749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/09/instinto.html' title='re.ti.cên.cias'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-982982151804667630</id><published>2008-09-13T12:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:29:18.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ver.da.de</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sf&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;lat veritate&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; Aquilo que é ou existe iniludivelmente.&lt;b&gt; 2&lt;/b&gt; Conformidade das coisas com o conceito que a mente forma delas.&lt;b&gt; 3&lt;/b&gt; Concepção clara de uma realidade.&lt;b&gt; 4&lt;/b&gt; Realidade, exatidão.&lt;b&gt; 5&lt;/b&gt; Sinceridade, boa-fé.&lt;b&gt; 6&lt;/b&gt; Princípio certo e verdadeiro; axioma.&lt;b&gt; 7&lt;/b&gt; Juízo ou proposição que não se pode negar racionalmente.&lt;b&gt; 8&lt;/b&gt; Conformidade do que se diz com o que se sente ou se pensa.&lt;b&gt; 9&lt;/b&gt; Máxima, sentença.&lt;b&gt; 10&lt;/b&gt; Cópia ou imitação fiel.&lt;b&gt; 11&lt;/b&gt; Representação fiel de alguma coisa existente na natureza.&lt;b&gt; 12&lt;/b&gt; Caráter próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Iludível sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" class="descricao" &gt;Caráter natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" class="descricao" &gt;Negado pelos sem-juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" class="descricao" &gt;Vivo conforme&lt;br /&gt;conceitos formados&lt;br /&gt;princípio da minha boa fé&lt;br /&gt;Penso com exatidão&lt;br /&gt;Proponho fidelidade na imitação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Minha realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;clara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;exata é sincera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentença máxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-982982151804667630?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/982982151804667630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=982982151804667630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/982982151804667630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/982982151804667630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/09/verdade.html' title='ver.da.de'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-7761839418466887246</id><published>2008-09-07T16:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:26:22.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>von.ta.de</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SMR-vaCFg3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/SvVCGb8ejyo/s1600-h/vontade"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SMR-vaCFg3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/SvVCGb8ejyo/s200/vontade" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243455219073123186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- /busca --&gt;        &lt;!-- conteudo --&gt;&lt;span class="palavra"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="palavraComPontos"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;i&gt; sf&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;lat voluntate&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; A principal das potências da alma, que inclina ou move a querer, a fazer ou deixar de fazer alguma coisa.&lt;b&gt; 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Psicol&lt;/i&gt; Impulso para agir em todas as fases de desenvolvimento ou, mais especificamente, o processo de volição; em sentido mais estrito, uma atividade precedida de elaboração mental de antecipação, incluindo opção ou escolha; é nesse aspecto que, na concepção popular, leva a associar a idéia de vontade a uma significação moral, relacionada com certa hierarquia de valores.&lt;b&gt; 3&lt;/b&gt; Capacidade de tomar livremente uma deliberação.&lt;b&gt; 4&lt;/b&gt; Energia, firmeza de ânimo, fortaleza e perseverança no querer ou realizar.&lt;b&gt; 5&lt;/b&gt; Desejo, intenção, pretensão, deliberação, determinação.&lt;b&gt; 6&lt;/b&gt; Resolução.&lt;b&gt; 7&lt;/b&gt; Capricho, fantasia, veleidade.&lt;b&gt; 8&lt;/b&gt; Arbítrio, mando.&lt;b&gt; 9&lt;/b&gt; Gosto, prazer.&lt;b&gt; 10&lt;/b&gt; Propensão natural e mais ou menos irresistível para a prática de certo ato ou para a realização de certo resultado; apetite.&lt;b&gt; 11&lt;/b&gt; Empenho, interesse, zelo.&lt;b&gt; 12&lt;/b&gt; Necessidade física ou moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Escolhida perseverança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fortalecida determinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Desafiado gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Atuante apetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Irresistível fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moral ou física&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Necessário empenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Desejo determinado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Impulso d'alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-7761839418466887246?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/7761839418466887246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=7761839418466887246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/7761839418466887246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/7761839418466887246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/09/vontade.html' title='von.ta.de'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SMR-vaCFg3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/SvVCGb8ejyo/s72-c/vontade' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-8688263181049212901</id><published>2008-08-31T13:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:30:17.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pes.ca.Dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SLthMkCsOsI/AAAAAAAAApg/gHGjhC64zUo/s1600-h/pescador"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SLthMkCsOsI/AAAAAAAAApg/gHGjhC64zUo/s320/pescador" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240889459836992194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="palavraComPontos"&gt;pes.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;i&gt; sf&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt; 1&lt;/b&gt; Ação ou arte de pescar.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; Aquilo que se pescou.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; Ação de tirar da água alguma coisa.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; fig&lt;/i&gt; Investigação, procura.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; Arte e indústria de pescadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitário  Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anzol coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rede esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maré tranformação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ondas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atos terra firme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Investigação profunda&lt;br /&gt;Nauseante procura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Águas roladas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infortúnio salgado&lt;br /&gt;Amargura afogada&lt;br /&gt;Sossego pescado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Areia branca&lt;br /&gt;Mansidão solitária&lt;br /&gt;Dependencia eólica&lt;br /&gt;Transformação inacabada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-8688263181049212901?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/8688263181049212901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-7598984778259811201</id><published>2008-08-29T00:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:41:46.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pu.nhal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SLdzD6Fxf_I/AAAAAAAAApY/NJK_v23J8_E/s1600-h/punhal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SLdzD6Fxf_I/AAAAAAAAApY/NJK_v23J8_E/s320/punhal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239783202439135218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s.m. &lt;/span&gt;arma branca constítuida de lâmina perfurante e cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dói&lt;br /&gt;firme&lt;br /&gt;manha&lt;br /&gt;graça&lt;br /&gt;sempre&lt;br /&gt;marca&lt;br /&gt;estranha&lt;br /&gt;fé&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-7598984778259811201?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/7598984778259811201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=7598984778259811201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/7598984778259811201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/7598984778259811201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/08/punhal.html' title='pu.nhal'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SLdzD6Fxf_I/AAAAAAAAApY/NJK_v23J8_E/s72-c/punhal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-3405210568028212932</id><published>2008-08-22T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:28:58.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SK8FSIxPaLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-feT13eckWU/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SK8FSIxPaLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-feT13eckWU/s400/pain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237410700804974770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;do &lt;span title="Latim"&gt;Lat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;     dolore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="substantivo feminino"&gt;s. f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;sofrimento físico ou moral;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;mágoa, aflição;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;pesar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;dó;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;condolência, piedade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;remorso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;     (no &lt;span title="plural"&gt;pl. &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/i&gt; manifestações dolorosas que precedem o parto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;- de cotovelo:&lt;/span&gt; ciúme; inveja; despeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6998989351769308164-3405210568028212932?l=transformardor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/feeds/3405210568028212932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6998989351769308164&amp;postID=3405210568028212932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/3405210568028212932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6998989351769308164/posts/default/3405210568028212932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transformardor.blogspot.com/2008/08/dor.html' title='dor'/><author><name>Amanda Santana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqtHOg6DHnc/Tq8YRDzIIRI/AAAAAAAABWM/2r7aizI8GSU/s220/2011-10-28%2B10.54.45%2B-%2BAnne3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SK8FSIxPaLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/-feT13eckWU/s72-c/pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998989351769308164.post-2038490603091443136</id><published>2008-08-22T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:34:45.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>trans.for.mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SK7btnrl0GI/AAAAAAAAApA/aNvdmt1Cc-c/s1600-h/incednio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKYkRui-Ydc/SK7btnrl0GI/AAAAAAAAApA/aNvdmt1Cc-c/s400/incednio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237364993470877794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;  do &lt;span title="Latim"&gt;Lat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;     transformare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="verbo transitivo"&gt;  v. tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;dar nova forma a;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;desfigurar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;converter;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;modificar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span 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