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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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		<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.
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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.
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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. 
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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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		<title>Figura de Linguagem</title>
		<link>http://patriciahh.wordpress.com/2008/11/15/figura-de-linguagem/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 00:44:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eu, que sou feita em hipérbole, me perdi no teu eufemismo, não soube ler a tua subjetividade, nem entendi tuas palavras mudas.
Eu gosto é do soco que anuncia os intentos.
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