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		<title>Só quero</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 01:02:25 +0000</pubDate>
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Sou muito mais do inverno que do verão.
É que o amor começa sempre no inverno. Foi no inverno que te vi chegar naquele café e eu, sem jeito e sem saber de fato o que fazer, fui me aconchegando já dentro do teu peito, que os olhos verdes tinham de longe me arrebato ao infinito [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=patriciahh.wordpress.com&blog=1308596&post=231&subd=patriciahh&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 01:20:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ela me veste de amor todos os dias.
faço dela minha segunda pele,
meu casaco de inverno, meu cachecol.
ela me despe de amor todas as noites.
deixa trilhas suas na minha pele,
faz de mim o seu lençol.
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		<link>http://patriciahh.wordpress.com/2009/05/19/223/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 23:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Quando o mundo acabou pela primeira vez, eu a vi ir embora sem querer olhar pra trás. Eu fiquei ali parada, lágrimas, fumaça e vazio. Tudo virou uma mescla de sentidos que deu num imenso vazio: eu era só mais uma pessoa sozinha em meio a todos os outros.
Eu andava pelas ruas de pedra, um [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=patriciahh.wordpress.com&blog=1308596&post=223&subd=patriciahh&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Do amor</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 01:22:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[E quando você vai, sempre deixa em mim o cheiro. Esse cheiro que eu preciso ter em mim, que eu procuro feito bicho pra reconhecer que é você, excluindo todo o resto, a minha causa e os meus efeitos.
Que a tua pele tocando a minha é a comprovação de que eu vivo. Que ganhar da [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=patriciahh.wordpress.com&blog=1308596&post=222&subd=patriciahh&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Vírgulas</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 19:07:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Essas vírgulas, meu bem, mudaram o nosso rumo. Trocaram o doce pelo amargo e puseram nossos olhares à terceira margem. Acabaram com os risos e suspiros: deixaram só a mágoa.
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		<title>A maçã e a serpente</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 23:05:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Decidiu que não importava. Não ligava para os pedidos de deculpas e para a cara mal lavada do infeliz com quem dormia. Que, embora ainda sentisse amor e raiva, nada faria com que sua conduta mudasse. Iria embora, não mais voltaria, que voltar é para os fracos e desconsolados.
Depois, já quase em meio ao nada, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=patriciahh.wordpress.com&blog=1308596&post=219&subd=patriciahh&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Metade</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 01:45:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Do meu amor ela sabe nem metade.
Escrevi cartas que não entrego, porque as palavras terão sempre menos a dizer que os meus olhares.
Fiz versos pequenos demais pra tanta intensidade.
Do meu amor ela sempre saberá nem metade.
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		<title>Acontece que viver é triste.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 00:27:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[O problema não está em acordar, mas em acordar com o medo dos dias que virão depois. É saber que o mundo te aperta o pescoço e te coloca o peito em nó-de-marinheiro. Não há cinzeiro pra tanto cigarro, nem há asfalto que chegue pra levar onde se deve. 
Não digam que tudo vai ficar bem. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=patriciahh.wordpress.com&blog=1308596&post=207&subd=patriciahh&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>J. Prado</title>
		<link>http://patriciahh.wordpress.com/2008/11/19/151048171108/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 01:19:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Foi poético: o sol iluminando a tarde, o vento despenteando os cabelos, uma música indiana beijando os ares, os passos no cortejo branco que acompanha o fim.
Uns poucos choravam. Quase todos, porém, miravam o chão contando as pedras, perdidos cada qual em seus pensamentos. Eu só conseguia pensar que aquilo tinha uma beleza inominada, e [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=patriciahh.wordpress.com&blog=1308596&post=201&subd=patriciahh&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 00:54:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eu ando a quebrar uns copos cheios de raiva
me desfaço dos sonhos impróprios
e dos amores que não amam a nada
 
Eu ando a gritar um tanto demasiado
me fazendo surda para certas vozes,
eu fujo das luzes do teu caminho.
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