<?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-3093452</id><updated>2012-01-03T15:26:25.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Era For The Sun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-113104786840831974</id><published>2005-11-03T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:57:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DesordemO que o vento sopra uivanteDeixando o rastro de sua lembrança dissimuladadesliza ao rumo turvo e distantePrelúdio de lágrimas e gotas carregadas.Poeira que sobe, o cheiro da terraTrovoadas profetizam o desprender de um mundoO assovio das folhas a porta que bateUm grito ecoa e um choro ao fundo.Na calada da tarde a noite se formaLigeira e espaçosa com toda presençaOs bichos se assustam e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/113104786840831974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/113104786840831974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113104786840831974' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-80489079</id><published>2002-08-20T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T13:04:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Noites de MorfeuPode o dia com toda sua luz mudar E a noite entre seus reflexos continuara mostrar a quietude reservada de nós mesmosResguardados no desejo da luz de novo verOu da Escura névoa tiramos nosso viver?A mente instiga ao cessar dos olhos meus  Quando passo a ver teus mudos passos Ou de outrem abafados em meu lençol Escutando junto ao frio de meu solitário suor Nossos passos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/80489079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/80489079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80489079' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-79981203</id><published>2002-08-08T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T06:55:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um nomeAs dúvidas aparecem sempreQuando você se define no dicionárioQuando você procura um significadoA essência de sua menteSe não acha você se perdeE se acha não é coerenteCom tua vontade recenteDe acordar sentimentos inertesMinha vida, um rodapé que procuroQuão longe das palavras estouSe apenas tua imagem restouficando todo o resto no escuroRodei por todo o glossárioJuntando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/79981203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/79981203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79981203' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-79901473</id><published>2002-08-06T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T12:00:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A MadrugadaTantas vezes em que ela me fez pensarNa movimentada vida reluzenteTantas vezes em que ela me fez agirSeguindo meus instintos ardentes A última dela vivida ao extremoMe fez passar tantas outras em claroSó pensando, lembrando e juntandoFatos que em muito me animaramAssim como foi rápido o meu conhecerDe tua existência em minha única históriaTão rápido o fogo me consumiu por</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/79901473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/79901473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79901473' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77710553</id><published>2002-06-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T13:20:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A PortaQuando a vejo maciça e oponente à vistaQuero transpô-la e seus segredos descobrirParado. Olhando. Procurando sempre uma pista,Imagino algo, esperando-a existir.Por mais afazeres nesta sala a concluirNeste mundo há muito tempo conhecido,Curiosos pensamentos não me passam desapercebidos,Minha mente vaga além da porta a sair.Há de haver esperanças ao simples atravessar,Saudades e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77710553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77710553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77710553' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610250</id><published>2002-06-11T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:35:16.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se eu fosse, o ar, todos me consumiriam Se eu fosse a terra, todos me pisoteariam Se eu fosse a água, todos me beberiam Se eu fosse o fogo, todos se queimariam Escolhi então ser uma estrela Onde todos me olhariam Onde muitos comigo sonhariam Mas nunca, nunca me alcançariam. Dou a luz, o caminho, a esperança Dou o tempo, a ilusão e a lembrança Vivo na única exclusividade como a dura </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610250' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610196</id><published>2002-06-11T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:34:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Onde mora o amor, que não aqui dentro? Isso tudo que eu sinto não é ilusão é o sentimento forte da pura paixão um fogo invisível que não se apaga ao vento. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610196' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610185</id><published>2002-06-11T07:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:33:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Óh luz que dissipa e apaga Tira de minh'alma a pessoa amada Foges na covardia de me ver sozinho Ri de minha face de novo triste. Óh luz que ilude o sonho ausente Que faz todo sentimento já aqui presente Esvaziar-se numa transfomação sombria Verdadeiro ato de selvageria. Oh luz que ontem mesmo me iluminava preferia estar nas trevas onde ainda estava antes de sentir tua cega lâmina </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610185' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610177</id><published>2002-06-11T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:33:29.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queria que o amor viesse Em ondas como as do mar Elas vão e vem, nunca esquecem Que elas sempre partem para voltar. Queria ver com você as estrelas Uma a uma começar a contar E perceber a impossível tarefa como a grandeza que é te amar. Quero voar no céu infinito Com você em meus braços sonhar Sentir seu amor de amigo Teu sorriso quando eu acordar. Quero estar pertinho e presente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610177' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610162</id><published>2002-06-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:33:10.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>24 Horas 24 horas de amor verdadeiro 24 horas de carinho certeiro tanto tempo, pouco tempo Um segundo, um dia inteiro! Como é que conseguimos essa façanha? Nós dois juntos, muitos beijos, muita manha Sentir brilhar nos teus olhos, os olhos meus Te amar assim tanto, como se ama a Deus! Ontem o dia, o dia foi noite um dia estrelado com direito a luar Nem essa beleza desviava o olhar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610162' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610151</id><published>2002-06-11T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:32:49.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aurora Fui encontrar a Aurora Naquela tarde entre uivos de vento Parti assim, sem demora Sem passado, sem o menor consentimento. Apenas caminhava lentamente De cabeça baixa enxergava o firmamento Seguia passos mudos à frente Frente aos passos de meu próprio pensamento. Poeira seca encrustava em minha pele Ressecada do frio áustero do inverno Ossos moídos que de cansaço pedem Uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610151' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610132</id><published>2002-06-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:32:16.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A noite cai além do horizonte à frente O dia reina além do horizonte atrás Onde é que estou entre opostos mundos Mundo novo que se forma e faz. Não é ruim nem boa semente Que se planta na atmosfera É o alívio de uma dor nascente partida que envoca uma nova era. Tempo de pensar e não mais cair Pisar em terra e não em nuvens Sentir o sangue e não se iludir Saber sentir e sem a dor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610132' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610115</id><published>2002-06-11T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:31:44.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luna Fui buscar nos pássaros um canto alegre Fui buscar nas flores motivação em cores Achei refúgio na paz celeste Perdi as dores de um amor agreste Sorri de novo estranhamente Senti você aqui presente Não era vivo, só a lembrança De um tempo longe, quase criança. Sozinho estava na noite clara Após a tarde que se calava A luz da Lua me iluminava Tocava a pele de minha face Que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610115' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610080</id><published>2002-06-11T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:30:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pedido Óh Luna, minha vida,meu luar Me perco sempre na imensidão de seu olhar Tua ressaca de um mar bravio me prende e puxa Consome o fogo que em mim sinto queimar. Tão forte és a força de seu impacto Em minha vida que veio a se chocar Tão grande és a luz de tua vida Que meu caminho estás a iluminar. Poderia agora chegar aos céus de Dante ou mesmo sair por aí a caminhar tão certo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610080' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-77610046</id><published>2002-06-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T07:29:50.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Français Sentiments Tu êtes mon petit ami Ainsi, merci beaucoup Pour faire partie de moi. Pour être mon grand amour! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/77610046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77610046' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-9890700</id><published>2002-02-19T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T09:45:28.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is always surrounding  my minda nuance of a magical moment you gave meso you may think I'm sick and stuppid blindbut the only thing you should see is a love of this kinddesires make us feel strange sometimesspecially if we are on our own limits of lifejust reached once between ages of triesnever fullfilled with this joyfull pleasure of mine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/9890700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/9890700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9890700' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-9844691</id><published>2002-02-18T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T03:54:01.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando eu fui ver,Eu já não tinha mais o que fazer.A não ser,Pegar um busão e ir correndo te ver.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/9844691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/9844691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9844691' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-9194148</id><published>2002-01-30T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T05:44:15.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Real Nuvem que Passa...Busquei na incompreensão humanarazões para assim compreendê-laTravei em minha alma ciganaconflitos ao tentar prendê-lase o mundo ao redor por inteiro é  incertofaz-se do homem, em sua busca insanaachados e pistas de ter descobertovitórias que sobre a ignorância emana Sonhar baseado em luzes inatingíviesbuscar baseados nos sonhos tangíveisé o mesmo do mesmo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/9194148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/9194148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9194148' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-8813220</id><published>2002-01-18T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T05:50:52.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Quem poderá fazer Aquele amor morrer Se o amor é como um grão! Morre, nasce, trigo Vive, morre, pão "                          trecho de Drão - Gilberto Gil</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8813220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8813220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8813220' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-8810860</id><published>2002-01-18T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T03:32:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O mar e a rosaFui ao mar,Ver até onde a vida podia me levarentão fechei meus olhos purose pus-me a velejare a brisa que pairava sobre o arseguia um breve lance de sonharcom ondas de carinhoquebrando  ao meu olharFui sentar,nas pedras o horizonte contemplar,onde as águas já eram o céu anilcomo elas num eterno esperarvou contiuar,busca essa que me faz pararnos encontros do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8810860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8810860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8810860' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-8744186</id><published>2002-01-16T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T04:18:47.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Susto de amorPrimeiras palavras de um certo aperto Jogou-me de cara, chorando em meu leitoBusquei em palavras expressas em dorMas não teve fala, fiquei muito sem jeitoDepois encarei sua realidadeE vi que não era um mundo negroEra a chance que tinha de te mostrarO quanto ainda tu podes me amar.Fácil caminho será esse não seiSó sei que tu guardas sentimentos por mimE eu mais ainda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8744186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8744186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8744186' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-8716723</id><published>2002-01-15T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T09:11:46.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apenas quatro horas a maisFico esperando um abraço teufechado em nosso mundo lindoFecho os olhos e vejo que choveuO céu de sol claro e limpoSinto o mel em meu lábios secosUm perfume que ao redor exalatodos sentimentos que foram feitostocam profundos e minha alma abalaAssim palpita forte dentro de mimComo bate ó coração que não tem fimMelhor ainda sentindo o seu bateracuado em </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8716723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8716723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8716723' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-8509819</id><published>2002-01-08T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T05:04:55.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ao AcordarUm foco de longe se viuDistante a luz se espalhouA noite o dia encobriuAcorde o sonho acabouLevante na luz que entraDas frestas de sua janelaEscolha uma veste bonitatão doce tão linda tão bela!Seu dia chegou finalmenteNo ritmo novo a dançarTua alma antiga e ausentecede à uma nova o lugarPoderia ser assim para sempreVer além de problemas a vidaOnde nascem esperanças </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8509819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/8509819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8509819' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-6195402</id><published>2001-10-08T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T10:35:09.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma vez distante fui encontrarpistas de um amor perdidoesculpido em algum lugarriscado com granitoHoje a gente se encontrase enrosca na noite agitadaOntem fizemos históriaesquecida e muito desafinadaNao me arrependo de terte deixado perido nessa estradaVocê não merece meu beijominhas lágrimas inacabadas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/6195402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/6195402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6195402' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qtuGl-qliaU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/PbTH3fZr6V4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093452.post-4759242</id><published>2001-07-27T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-27T05:33:52.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou terminando de construir, a minha escadinhaFoi feita pelos pauzinhos que achava pelas estradas da vida</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/4759242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093452/posts/default/4759242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesarlf.blogspot.com/2001_07_22_archive.html#4759242' title=''/><author><name>Cesar Ferraz</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/103204439579228955773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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