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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2412552488186159939</id><published>2012-02-12T22:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T22:14:46.312-02:00</updated><title type='text'>22-03-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHG9NIM7YC0/TzhV6yrgMqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/00cI4DbZ7vI/s1600/conhaque.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHG9NIM7YC0/TzhV6yrgMqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/00cI4DbZ7vI/s320/conhaque.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quem diria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Naquilo que seria a minha alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Naquela noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A música que eu esperava pra cantar sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rolava pra todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuidava de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu ficava quieto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sufocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vendo o nó da minha vida bem ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dançando como se o meu mundo tivesse acabado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quem diria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No tombo que enfim me salvaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No foço de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu mergulhado onde minha alma me escapava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pulava os muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quebrava os ritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aliviada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tendo o nó como uma ave quebrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que se retorcia de solidão pensando que dançava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2412552488186159939?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2412552488186159939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2412552488186159939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2412552488186159939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2412552488186159939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2012/02/22-03-2009.html' title='22-03-2009'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHG9NIM7YC0/TzhV6yrgMqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/00cI4DbZ7vI/s72-c/conhaque.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-1664573267799733533</id><published>2012-02-08T23:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:35:15.143-02:00</updated><title type='text'>COISA ALGUMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blhttT485co/TzMiVRBbkmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K_EazgMS5Uk/s1600/coisa+alguma.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blhttT485co/TzMiVRBbkmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K_EazgMS5Uk/s320/coisa+alguma.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Alguma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que não cala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que não cansa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que no tempo não se gasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que teima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que reina além da tirania cotidiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que brilha como se dentro de mim queimasse alguma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Alguma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que me conhece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que me decora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que voa acima das minhas palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que manda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que narra as preces da minha insônia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que assombra o copo americano da minha cerveja de quinta-feira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Como se o copo soubesse do meu coração alguma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E todo o resto tão normal lá de fora de mim fosse coisa alguma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blhttT485co/TzMiVRBbkmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K_EazgMS5Uk/s72-c/coisa+alguma.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-63052654693545644</id><published>2012-01-18T00:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:47:47.682-02:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA CARONA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeQZayYHl8A/TxYytnCYlSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4V2Dj0facqw/s1600/Olhando.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeQZayYHl8A/TxYytnCYlSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4V2Dj0facqw/s320/Olhando.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como é rezar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu sempre andei quieto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu sempre me achei solto quando trovejava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E aquela gente toda da chuva se escondia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Qualquer santo me olhava e já sabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que eu  nem lá estava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu nem lá vivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quão enorme foi então a tua teimosia em me buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Em me querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Em me jurar o que hoje não se jura por aí todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como é rezar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu sempre fiquei na minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu sempre guardava no meio dia a luz da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A luz da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A vontade nua em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sem a mentira que conta essa puta chamada Apatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E hoje quem vem me buscar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quem vai me levar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra onde onde a solidão já me conhecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-63052654693545644?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeQZayYHl8A/TxYytnCYlSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/4V2Dj0facqw/s72-c/Olhando.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-226182119708303971</id><published>2012-01-17T22:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:25:30.454-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CASARÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-0wAKUs8yI/TxYQubxFMvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uwMblvRdyLQ/s1600/Casar%25C3%25A3o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-0wAKUs8yI/TxYQubxFMvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uwMblvRdyLQ/s320/Casar%25C3%25A3o.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ei, casarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como é que vai você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não faça cara de espanto, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aqui dentro eu ainda posso te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ei, casarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde é que a gente foi se perder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fantasiado de silêncio e solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do nosso barulho eles não tem como saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah, eu ignorei você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foi quando eu tinha fome da fome que iria ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foi quando eu pensei do amor saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antes de pegar fogo na minha cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antes de Juliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E só Juliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ei, casarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como é que vai você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teus fantasmas leem minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tua sombra não me assombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minha sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minha dona, cadê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ei, casarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que um coração sacana ainda pode aprender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah, eu esqueci você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foi antes da esquina do teu fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foi antes da virada que guardei em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antes de ter tanta distância na minha cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antes de uma estrada longa e turva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chamada Juliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&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/8037407917885064385-226182119708303971?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/226182119708303971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=226182119708303971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/226182119708303971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/226182119708303971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2012/01/casarao.html' title='CASARÃO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-0wAKUs8yI/TxYQubxFMvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uwMblvRdyLQ/s72-c/Casar%25C3%25A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-146738881593794122</id><published>2012-01-05T00:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:09:17.874-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS TARDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnTh-Pdt8rE/TwUGOgXH0ZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MfwhWp4UZ44/s1600/Ibirapuera.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnTh-Pdt8rE/TwUGOgXH0ZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MfwhWp4UZ44/s320/Ibirapuera.png" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E já vem o fim da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E no começo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Arde um fogo sem senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que não ousam os de boa educação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os de postura intacta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os que não ficam de pileque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os que não choram esparramados pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os que não gargalham desengonçados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Queima as minhas desculpas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As minhas mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As ranhuras do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As armadilhas da minha covarde razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me pergunta sem vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como quem, da minha alma, um segredo roubou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quantas Marias a vida já te trouxe e te arrancou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quantas noites tirastes de ti pra viver o amor que você sempre sonhou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E já vem o dia breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meu coração por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O mundo eu abandono num sono químico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na pílula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na prece que não termino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mais tarde eu amo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acordo e uivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mais tarde eu sou leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu sou do mundo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-146738881593794122?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/146738881593794122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=146738881593794122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/146738881593794122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/146738881593794122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2012/01/mais-tarde.html' title='MAIS TARDE'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnTh-Pdt8rE/TwUGOgXH0ZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MfwhWp4UZ44/s72-c/Ibirapuera.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4129763293538707172</id><published>2011-11-12T02:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:23:04.261-02:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcSNVChg5sI/Tr3xKO46lbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Nv9O9V6e8iI/s1600/quanto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcSNVChg5sI/Tr3xKO46lbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Nv9O9V6e8iI/s320/quanto.png" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje quase quis perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Você diluída no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem sei onde te imaginar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morro teimoso&lt;br /&gt;É meu defeito achar direito meu coração nunca te enterrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voo sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Desengonçado&lt;br /&gt;Sempre bem quieto&lt;br /&gt;Vou te esquecendo de leve e com cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Vou te esquecendo sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo é só um retrato&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo é só um retrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje fui me tocar&lt;br /&gt;Você pulverizada no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Em que universo você foi morar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo teimoso&lt;br /&gt;É meu consolo inventar um nome pro filho que eu ia te dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Espatifado&lt;br /&gt;Sempre bem quieto&lt;br /&gt;Vou te esquecendo de leve e com cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já é tarde&lt;br /&gt;Meu sono é zoado&lt;br /&gt;Meu sono é zoado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4129763293538707172?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4129763293538707172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4129763293538707172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4129763293538707172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4129763293538707172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/11/quanto.html' title='QUANTO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcSNVChg5sI/Tr3xKO46lbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Nv9O9V6e8iI/s72-c/quanto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6494024822642234307</id><published>2011-11-10T01:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T01:03:04.263-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POETAS NÃO VALEM NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ2JqQ7hKEc/Trs-0LuErdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EBw1ybIcDt8/s1600/l%25C3%25A1pis.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ2JqQ7hKEc/Trs-0LuErdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EBw1ybIcDt8/s320/l%25C3%25A1pis.png" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Poetas não valem nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não acordam na hora certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não dormem durante a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não sabem se comportar na ocasião exata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Falam o que pensam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;São solitariamente mimados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os anos não lhes pesam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Possuem corações desorbitados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Detestam relógios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sonham com a mágica do acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amam pra perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Perdem pra saber se foi amor ou tempo jogado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Poetas não valem nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bebem demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Habitam a sombra dos bares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O silêncio de suas ex-mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Contam suas piadas alcoólicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rezam numa língua secreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dormem farrapos pela rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desnorteiam a séria vizinhança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;São sonoros enquanto o bairro dorme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;São quietos enquanto a engrenagem range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sempre aqui e distantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sempre aqui e distantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Poetas não valem nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não há como trancá-los dentro de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não há como pôr suas almas na linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não há como domá-los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;São precisos no que olham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;São desagradáveis no que notam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E mesmo assim tão abomináveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Algo em você adora não evitá-los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Poetas são corações acessos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E corações assim não se guardam numa gaiola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6494024822642234307?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6494024822642234307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6494024822642234307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6494024822642234307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6494024822642234307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/11/poetas-nao-valem-nada.html' title='POETAS NÃO VALEM NADA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ2JqQ7hKEc/Trs-0LuErdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EBw1ybIcDt8/s72-c/l%25C3%25A1pis.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4523839686633517933</id><published>2011-11-07T00:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:15:09.401-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ACABO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSJ1msSnnIE/Trc-TIV6ElI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RC2ZXjNXzog/s1600/subindo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSJ1msSnnIE/Trc-TIV6ElI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RC2ZXjNXzog/s320/subindo.png" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esvazio o que é agora este lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desmonto as paredes desta casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desmonto os edifícios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As ruas e viadutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Apago os postes da rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Calo o semáforo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Arranco toda a cidade da epiderme do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esvazio quem eu sou neste lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desmonto o corpo pelo ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desmonto as células&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Átomo por átomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Apago meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acabo com calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Arranco todo o medo da epiderme desta alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E assim já fui tão longe só pra te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão longe só pra que te lembres de escrever o meu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No teu livro dos filhos que você ainda há de perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esvazio o que é agora meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esqueço suas vaidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esqueço suas vontades primitivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sua ditadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Apago as palavras lançadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esqueço os poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esqueço que um dia haviam as canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E assim já fui tão longe e miúde só pra te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão longe só pra que te lembres de escrever o meu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No teu livro dos erros que tivestes o verdadeiro amor pra errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4523839686633517933?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4523839686633517933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4523839686633517933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4523839686633517933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4523839686633517933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/11/acabo.html' title='ACABO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSJ1msSnnIE/Trc-TIV6ElI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RC2ZXjNXzog/s72-c/subindo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6449764940880095063</id><published>2011-10-30T03:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T03:54:49.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bGYaGSRgr0/TqzmoSjFp6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/fETELGeFxwA/s1600/vinho.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bGYaGSRgr0/TqzmoSjFp6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/fETELGeFxwA/s320/vinho.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nem vê nada agora&lt;br /&gt;Nem se arruma num sofá&lt;br /&gt;Nem esconde o corpo dentro da roupa&lt;br /&gt;Nem almoça e nem sente fome&lt;br /&gt;Nem mente&lt;br /&gt;Nem sangra ou solta uma gargalhada&lt;br /&gt;Nem dança&lt;br /&gt;Nem machuca&lt;br /&gt;Nem trepa e nem separa&lt;br /&gt;Nem chora&lt;br /&gt;Nem nada&lt;br /&gt;Nem engana isso que existe antes de tudo aqui ter um nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, antes afogado de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Desafogo qualquer mágoa estando agora guardado dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E nessa monção fresca que lambe a cidade&lt;br /&gt;Onde assentam seus barulhos depois da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Voam comigo meus mais sinceros absurdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cal da casa da esquina que nunca foi terminada&lt;br /&gt;A paz de não saber de nada&lt;br /&gt;O trem feito uma linha no horizonte que às duas me chamava&lt;br /&gt;Passava, passava&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha a escola na manhã seguinte&lt;br /&gt;Tinha que desaprender da gente que sou&lt;br /&gt;Que nasci&lt;br /&gt;E que me culpam por eu ser&lt;br /&gt;Humano e errado&lt;br /&gt;Vergonhosamente feliz e livre&lt;br /&gt;Desorientado num coração sempre com fome de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Daqui e dali&lt;br /&gt;E de você... Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8037407917885064385-6449764940880095063?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6449764940880095063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6449764940880095063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6449764940880095063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6449764940880095063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/cal.html' title='CAL'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bGYaGSRgr0/TqzmoSjFp6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/fETELGeFxwA/s72-c/vinho.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-9121038994794965915</id><published>2011-10-28T03:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T03:17:05.547-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NO PONTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeCDi4kf8Rw/Tqo6zMm3lsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/n4SQkJ35LkE/s1600/cafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeCDi4kf8Rw/Tqo6zMm3lsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/n4SQkJ35LkE/s320/cafe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não, não é fácil assim&lt;br /&gt;Não te concedo meu tempo pra que diga tuas bobagens&lt;br /&gt;Não permito que encha os meus ouvidos com as tuas ladainhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, bem na vila da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Teu caráter obscuro se derrete no sol das minhas tardes&lt;br /&gt;Teu sotaque chique se enrola na canção do meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Onde minha boca percebe tantas outras mais doces que a tua&lt;br /&gt;Moleca burra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é fácil assim&lt;br /&gt;Não te arrasto pelo tempo como um fantasma medonho&lt;br /&gt;Não cultivo o descaso que você ministrou no meu peito faminto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tarde&lt;br /&gt;É domingo&lt;br /&gt;E no ponto como eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Um café enquanto eu vigio a cidade&lt;br /&gt;Um café sem nenhuma pitada da tua saudade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-9121038994794965915?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/9121038994794965915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=9121038994794965915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/9121038994794965915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/9121038994794965915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-ponto.html' title='NO PONTO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeCDi4kf8Rw/Tqo6zMm3lsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/n4SQkJ35LkE/s72-c/cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4260805684847264542</id><published>2011-10-26T02:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:06:52.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ UM TOMBO (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIhZxpd7OWQ/TqeHSyJZdMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/dKK5MsWVXac/s1600/tombo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIhZxpd7OWQ/TqeHSyJZdMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/dKK5MsWVXac/s320/tombo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Da minha janela eu vejo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meu olho vai aonde você não quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Furo tuas brumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ando tuas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vejo tua lua nascer e morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Picho teu muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bebo em teus bares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Habito os motéis da tua saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Da minha janela eu vejo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu peito é o livro que eu gosto de ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rasuro tuas frases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Arranco tuas folhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Conto tua história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beto, cala a boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E desse jeito, meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quem de nós é assim tão liberto de tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quem de nós foi capaz te tocar fogo no mundo que a gente viveu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você foi por aí mas nem esqueceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dos tombos da tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O melhor fui eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4260805684847264542?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4260805684847264542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4260805684847264542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4260805684847264542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4260805684847264542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-um-tombo.html' title='SÓ UM TOMBO (?)'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PIhZxpd7OWQ/TqeHSyJZdMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/dKK5MsWVXac/s72-c/tombo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-7516821903116566929</id><published>2011-10-26T01:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T01:33:35.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ABANDONO (SIM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olhei você ali na estante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu olhar distante da lente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu olhar confiante de despir o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por que é assim tão fundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por que é assim tão fundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde guardas o sol do fundo de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não pense assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nisso que um dia poderia acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você é só você e nem pode ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que já aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sem a tua lógica querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sem tua bomba tola explodir meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Saudade vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Saudade sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ai de mim se eu fosse tão pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que não pudesse chorar o teu abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-7516821903116566929?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/7516821903116566929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=7516821903116566929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7516821903116566929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7516821903116566929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/abandono-sim.html' title='ABANDONO (SIM)'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-18858320069879589</id><published>2011-10-16T01:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T01:09:44.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTES DA HORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmjUgpLxOnU/TppK5rmDAII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yt7MQKqMnbs/s1600/DSC00312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmjUgpLxOnU/TppK5rmDAII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yt7MQKqMnbs/s320/DSC00312.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Queria tanto&lt;br /&gt;Você nem faz ideia&lt;br /&gt;Você nem fez questão de olhar pra baixo quando jogou no lixo o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto&lt;br /&gt;A rua secando depois de uma chuva leve&lt;br /&gt;Batucada&lt;br /&gt;Chinelo na mão&lt;br /&gt;O tamanho exato de uma pequena multidão sonhando o dia inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o meu fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o meu fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto&lt;br /&gt;Você nem tem noção&lt;br /&gt;Você nem teve mão pra segurar minha alma quando ela se perdia leve&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto&lt;br /&gt;A marcha alegre que juízo algum constrange&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Rabo de Galo&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso exato pra que se lembre de mim o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Como o meu sorriso de fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;Como o meu sorriso de fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta canção&lt;br /&gt;Tanta história&lt;br /&gt;Já foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Soltaste minha mão antes da hora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-18858320069879589?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/18858320069879589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=18858320069879589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/18858320069879589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/18858320069879589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/antes-da-hora.html' title='ANTES DA HORA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmjUgpLxOnU/TppK5rmDAII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/yt7MQKqMnbs/s72-c/DSC00312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2258522359735825118</id><published>2011-10-14T18:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:08:48.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COISA ALGUMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFCYhNAISxY/Tpik2wkfMTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6eHZBduDKvM/s1600/disco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFCYhNAISxY/Tpik2wkfMTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6eHZBduDKvM/s1600/disco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Acorda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como a criança antes da escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como o boêmio depois da noitada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como a praia depois da ressaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como o pai depois do velório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como o solitário frente a multidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Acorda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como a pólvora após a fagulha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como a saudade frente a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como a cachaça na manhã seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como uma revolução numa cidade fantasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como um fantasma sem cidade alguma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Nunca mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Quando começa o refrão da tua preferida canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Quando você tem que ficar mais um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Recolhido dentro do seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Atravessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como o carro que buzina no túnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como o pedestre na contra-mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como o pandeiro fora do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como o silêncio num aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como o adeus antes do olá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como a nudez atrás de uma porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Como a porta que não protege coisa alguma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2258522359735825118?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2258522359735825118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2258522359735825118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2258522359735825118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2258522359735825118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/coisa-alguma.html' title='COISA ALGUMA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFCYhNAISxY/Tpik2wkfMTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6eHZBduDKvM/s72-c/disco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4372865524725244507</id><published>2011-10-11T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:42:06.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRA VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSiKVZJfJFY/TpO7BIZuPNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uRPQVy7Pn1Q/s1600/vialactea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSiKVZJfJFY/TpO7BIZuPNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uRPQVy7Pn1Q/s1600/vialactea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pode ir por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu te liberto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu te recebo assim e te devolvo todo esborrachado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com a beleza que ninguém dá conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com o olhar deliciosamente machucado de perfurar esses tantos muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pode ir por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu te arranco de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu te arremesso sem fim até onde ninguém te alcança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Até onde nem é homem nem é criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Até onde nenhum amor daqui conseguiu acompanhar o teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nem importa a cor do céu naquela hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A canção que tocava num boteco de esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Setenta e três eu te lancei pra vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aos sussurros nas orações de Orlando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nem estou ainda bêbado do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nem estou bobo e cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nem te peço que queime tua alma no meu solitário encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nem quero que me perdoe por tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pois eu faria tudo de novo e pior aos olhos desses que me caçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu alimentaria esse bando de assustados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu mataria a fome desses coitados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com o meu peito louco e vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4372865524725244507?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4372865524725244507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4372865524725244507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4372865524725244507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4372865524725244507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/pra-voce.html' title='PRA VOCÊ'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSiKVZJfJFY/TpO7BIZuPNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uRPQVy7Pn1Q/s72-c/vialactea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2859051886858004648</id><published>2011-10-03T00:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:17:55.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO LÚCIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde me encontro completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde o receio não tem livre acesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deito o corpo de minha alma sob o Sol e sob o meu próprio inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nem mais faminto de algum abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nem mais puto com esse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nem mais saudoso daquilo que jamais foi vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Perdoei o meu peito maravilhosamente bagunçado e confuso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Perdoei o amor como eu o sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cantei de novo as vozes do sino que as mãos fortes de meu avô domavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Enquanto os olhares do bairro se quebravam em pequenos pedaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que o vento sussurrava pra dentro dos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde começa a nossa sociável mentira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu a termino bem aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Agora acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2859051886858004648?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2859051886858004648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2859051886858004648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2859051886858004648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2859051886858004648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/sonho-lucido.html' title='SONHO LÚCIDO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-9107810557862493638</id><published>2011-10-01T19:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:44:41.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsaj1nTvGhE/ToeXz2_rsVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gTn3tKS9GPk/s1600/estrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsaj1nTvGhE/ToeXz2_rsVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gTn3tKS9GPk/s200/estrada.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Qual tristeza enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você com tanto cuidado guardou pra mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu bem que posso te dar esse agrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas eu já te dei muitas noites dos meus olhos nublados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do meu choro calado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já deixei você roubar demais o meu sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu fantasma não me assombra mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Qual vingança então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você cozinhou pra mim dentro do teu coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu bem que quero te ver mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas dos absurdos que você me diz eu guardo adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não volta aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quero que esqueça o contorno do meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiz teu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiz teu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-9107810557862493638?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/9107810557862493638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=9107810557862493638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/9107810557862493638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/9107810557862493638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/10/sumi.html' title='SUMI'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsaj1nTvGhE/ToeXz2_rsVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gTn3tKS9GPk/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-1688220155784058040</id><published>2011-09-27T00:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:50:36.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ORFANATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSrkZMJsxWc/ToFDxfYSjvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sifMk22c4y0/s1600/dali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSrkZMJsxWc/ToFDxfYSjvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sifMk22c4y0/s200/dali.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra onde vai você agora que eu já beijei a tua lona?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já me despi de toda essa zona que a tua escola me cobrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já me perdi da mão gelada e dura que esse tempo só me apertou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabe o que eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabe onde eu estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E onde eu não estou é o que mais te incomoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu não giro em tua roda de moer corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu sou assim, o vagabundo que o teu mundo não devorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra onde vai você agora que eu já parti do teu juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já me vali de toda a santa tempestade que me molhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já me vi intacto feito que o meu pranto sempre rolou sem culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desculpa minha alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desculpa, eu sou enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma criança mal educada no teu orfanato chinfrim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma criança que zomba do teu venenoso jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu brinco em frente aos teus monstros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu danço a minha lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se acalma e não me chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu perdoo a tua falta de asas&lt;/span&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/8037407917885064385-1688220155784058040?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/1688220155784058040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=1688220155784058040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1688220155784058040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1688220155784058040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/09/orfanato.html' title='ORFANATO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wSrkZMJsxWc/ToFDxfYSjvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sifMk22c4y0/s72-c/dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6754912438731586593</id><published>2011-09-22T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T01:33:48.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TANTO ASSIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvKR5IHWES0/Tnq6kmqhOPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WxBvsKyDRhA/s1600/charles_chaplins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvKR5IHWES0/Tnq6kmqhOPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WxBvsKyDRhA/s200/charles_chaplins.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me aponta o dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me soca a cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando ri do meu som tosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me esquece lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me toma por tolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando meu corpo ignoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me solta teus cachorros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando nunca me acolhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me mastiga sem dó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me cospe no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando mata meu sonho calmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando calma me ignoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me rouba o sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando me beija sem tesão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando rasga meus poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando põe fogo no meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando você foi embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando você foi embota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E quando for embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não se atrevas a ir antes de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deita rígida e inóspita de qualquer tranquilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Engole tanto peso com teus olhos endurecidos da tua secreta saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sim, és covarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas eu te carrego leve por todo esse meu tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Limpo tua consciência dos entulhos das tuas certezas bombardeadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não terás o meu tapa em retorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Terás no meu peito a tua casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu teria em minha lápide não o meu nome por fim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Apenas aquele que amou Fulana tanto assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6754912438731586593?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6754912438731586593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6754912438731586593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6754912438731586593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6754912438731586593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/09/tanto-assim.html' title='TANTO ASSIM'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvKR5IHWES0/Tnq6kmqhOPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WxBvsKyDRhA/s72-c/charles_chaplins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-1335849004121246522</id><published>2011-09-13T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:58:38.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM PACIÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3fE1u6FmOw/Tm_tq7pKt-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/3rplI80Diuw/s1600/paciencia.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3fE1u6FmOw/Tm_tq7pKt-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/3rplI80Diuw/s1600/paciencia.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quase noite de mim já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eles assim amontoados com os punhos fechados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os donos de tudo que amanhã nem existe mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As faces com a mesma incerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os corações murchos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O cadeado das desculpas confortáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O medo de ser gente que está em moda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A alma trancada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde sou um ladrão a desfrutar do frio desse cofre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sou um vadio na boca dessas futilidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quase noite de mim já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alguém assim sem jeito como dizem as marionetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As folhas doentes que o jornal podre tosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A multidão de crentes que pequeninamente se envaidece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma salva à sala das copas lustradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A vida como um esporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O sexo como um esporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A família como um esporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A informação como um esporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amor como um esporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Seria uma lápide dourada o prêmio pra tanta falta de humanidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Seria a fortuna tão leve de se levar pra lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lá... logo lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu me despeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meu pranto e meu riso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando sou tragédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando sou piada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sem paciência pra quem nunca diz realmente nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E já é quase noite de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-1335849004121246522?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/1335849004121246522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=1335849004121246522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1335849004121246522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1335849004121246522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/09/sem-paciencia.html' title='SEM PACIÊNCIA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3fE1u6FmOw/Tm_tq7pKt-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/3rplI80Diuw/s72-c/paciencia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-352501715185305533</id><published>2011-09-07T02:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:18:25.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO FICA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZquQU6Vq-o/Tmb-kU-TwbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sxJO9HEXek8/s1600/baresperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZquQU6Vq-o/Tmb-kU-TwbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sxJO9HEXek8/s200/baresperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Doutor me falou de uma pílula porreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que faz até Deus tirar soneca com a Vinte e Três lotada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu bem que penso em me valer dessa pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Visto que toda a gente me aponta o dedo: Esse aí se acabou na madrugada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas se eu durmo como fica todo o resto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As estrelas e os botecos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A morena e os olhos ávidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O coro dos bêbados irresistíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As piadas alcoólicas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As risadas sem sentido e tão vivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O abraço cambaleante dos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As paixões de uma noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A noite tão comprida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A garoa e a minha saudade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O coração pelado pelos ares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como fica a possibilidade de que o meu amor venha me buscar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com cara de poucos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mulher de frases ardidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Puta comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E doida pra me tirar dos braços do mundo onde eu existo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como fica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-352501715185305533?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/352501715185305533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZquQU6Vq-o/Tmb-kU-TwbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sxJO9HEXek8/s72-c/baresperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-8104613690816340929</id><published>2011-09-05T23:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:33:41.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOS SEGUNDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFqThzkWQcQ/TmWFPtXq3vI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Yvqzo6ODSio/s1600/boca.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="108" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFqThzkWQcQ/TmWFPtXq3vI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Yvqzo6ODSio/s200/boca.JPG" style="cursor: 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réu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A canalha, a mentira e o martelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A minha alma sorrindo a morrer livre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando enfim num descuido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu juízo desprovido de balas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Casamata do teu peito escancarada pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não serei um ladrão dos teus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Serei teu cão de guarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vigia disso que eu acho tão bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rasgo a cartilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A vingança, a desculpa e a mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Essas coisas que eu afogo em minha lata de lixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um bicho do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A insônia, o silêncio e o descaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A minha voz sem vergonha trepando nos teus ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando assim num cochilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tua desculpa sem chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Muralha do teu desejo de pernas abertas pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não seria um cigarro precoce de fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Serei teu puto escravo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Até que me encontre nos segundos onde o mundo se perde da nossa vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Logo ali, logo ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-8104613690816340929?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/8104613690816340929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já que é tão madura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão dona de toda razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão correta e dura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já que tá com essa cara de viola sem lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu abro hoje uma exceção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra você, que coisa bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já fui um anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já fui o tolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O traste maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O vagabundo que não tem jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já fui o filho da puta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já fui o dono das tuas ancas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E depois aquele que não merecia dormir na tua cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já que tá sempre reta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já que é tão segura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão bela e profunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão gostosa e pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já que tá com essa cara de puta da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu abro hoje o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra você, que coisa linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já fui bom partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já fui sujidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um louco absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um bêbado que não faz falta no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já fui o amigo odioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já fui o dono do teu gozo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E agora sou todo solto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Volte sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Até logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2401583652152224899?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2401583652152224899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2401583652152224899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2401583652152224899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2401583652152224899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/09/volte-sempre.html' title='VOLTE SEMPRE'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86rxv0uivs8/Tl77kmZYjVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Gpcqvgjgi8g/s72-c/caf%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6799137128278906831</id><published>2011-08-28T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:50:39.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BALADA DE UM SONO TORTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entende de uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Isso não depende de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meu primeiro olá já tinha gosto de adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os sonhos meus eu nunca te dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O caminho que sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O espinho que sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você não tem como querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você não tem como cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você não pode me curar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Das folhas de papel onde meu coração foi se esparramar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antes de agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antes de amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu fico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É só a minha alma que já vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entende de uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não tenho como levar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu passo não pisa a minha estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meus fantasmas não habitam a tua casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O barulho que sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A saudade que sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você não tem que sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você não tem que se danar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você não pode me curar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Das noites escorridas com gosto de sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Depois do começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Depois do final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu fico até você dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Até você acordar de dentro do meu coração sem juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-1644320023372230952</id><published>2011-08-23T23:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:54:48.344-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A ROSA QUE NÃO DEU SAMBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7uTyaG0GAw/TlRni7mLFWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3xDxHrKMWQE/s1600/rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7uTyaG0GAw/TlRni7mLFWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3xDxHrKMWQE/s200/rosa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lá vou eu explicar o que te fere então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha bem, não tenho mais coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foi comido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Devorado por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você bem sabe que hoje eu vivo sempre ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde o teu perdão não consegue me seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lá vou eu confessar o que não sabes não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha bem, eu gastei todo o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Joguei na sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não fiz economia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você nem sabe como quis dá-lo a você um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas só ressentimento era o troco que eu recebia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Claro que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu gostaria de te perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beber da cachaça a alegria e não a escures da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Girar na rua e não dobrar ao açoite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desta sombra que só diz: não estou... não estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Agora sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já estão acessos os dedos da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu já me ergo onde a minha alma não é mais tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu sou o tempo que te abandona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão nova e já toda murcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão nova e já toda murcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-1644320023372230952?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/1644320023372230952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=1644320023372230952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1644320023372230952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1644320023372230952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/08/rosa-que-nao-deu-samba.html' title='A ROSA QUE NÃO DEU SAMBA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7uTyaG0GAw/TlRni7mLFWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3xDxHrKMWQE/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3412056929985878796</id><published>2011-08-23T23:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:29:46.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você termina o dia olhando através de uma janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu corpo feito um trem antigo que só queima carvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você distribui adeus e um sorriso engessado pela sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aperta os olhos quando finalmente o elevador alcança o saguão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você caminha ereto sendo sempre tão seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mostra a sua pressa pra ficar em dia com a multidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ignora as besteiras de amor pichadas num muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tem numa planilha todos os números do teu calculado coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você lê seu jornal com a mesma exatidão nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Atenta às oportunidades que lhe trarão o teu milhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabe tudo e sabe que é melhor que esses sujos fedelhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Investe nuns papeis do mercado toda tua educada escravidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah, mas disso que à noite te caça você não sabe não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Disso que à noite te caça você não tem noção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você não começa sua manhã apertado numa Van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Respira a fumaça numa tabacaria com gente bacana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Debate política social bebendo um Cheval Blanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Existe postado sempre acima de qualquer atitude sacana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você segura a taça conforme as normas da etiqueta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cospe desaforos com teu articulado vocabulário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sente nojo da humanidade esparramada na sarjeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Comemora fevereiro como alguém que atravessa um cemitério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah, mas disso que à noite te caça você não sabe não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Disso que à noite te caça você não tem noção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3412056929985878796?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3412056929985878796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3412056929985878796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3412056929985878796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3412056929985878796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/08/quem.html' title='QUEM?'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2990501704628009257</id><published>2011-08-12T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:44:16.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MENINA DE FEVEREIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3yUiTI4QgM/TkWel9MJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pgpwJhbQ4SU/s1600/aquario.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3yUiTI4QgM/TkWel9MJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pgpwJhbQ4SU/s1600/aquario.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se perde boba e aguda dentro da clareza do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A mesma fala intacta de qualquer verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A mesma miséria no olhar cheio de contradição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se perde solta e livre dentro da bagunça do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A mesma que corria o leito do sonho daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A mesma que havia antes de haver o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que me dói então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se sabes tudo diz o que me dói então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se és a dona do mundo por que vive presa no fundo da tua própria solidão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passeio pelas tuas veias o dia inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passeio pelas tuas amarguras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passeio pelas minhas alturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por que gosta tanto de me machucar, menina de fevereiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minha doida de fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se acha quieta e chorosa quando no sono te abraço enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A mesma mistura de violência e ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A mesma fundura onde tua alma se joga sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se acha engraçada e úmida quando me acha no teu tesão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu medo é meu corpo do outro lado da rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu receio é que eu possa ver na tua escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que me rói então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se sabes tudo diz o que rói o meu coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Se és a mulher que me procura então me tira do lodo da tua falta de perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passeio pela tua nuca o dia inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passeio por debaixo da tua vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passeio pelas vontades da tua manha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por que gosta tanto de me evitar, menina de fevereiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minha doida de fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&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/8037407917885064385-2990501704628009257?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2990501704628009257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2990501704628009257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2990501704628009257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2990501704628009257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/08/menina-de-fevereiro.html' title='MENINA DE FEVEREIRO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3yUiTI4QgM/TkWel9MJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pgpwJhbQ4SU/s72-c/aquario.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2019466529627785902</id><published>2011-08-10T01:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:56:22.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMPRE VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cmJ_baNB0s/TkIPbMFnQiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IHOOkZOukuI/s1600/chapeu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cmJ_baNB0s/TkIPbMFnQiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IHOOkZOukuI/s320/chapeu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa eu ir então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha a lua e o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Só no meu canto eu posso ser teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa eu sumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenho que chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenho que medir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A distância do meu próprio olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha a noite viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha o corpo solto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha o copo leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha a minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olha a minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A veia toda turva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A hora toda quieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A música absurda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A flor toda aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dos erros a tua demora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dos pecados essa distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do resto eu vou embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do resto estou lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa eu fugir de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deixa eu fugir de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não é fácil assim que eu vou te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você é sempre você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2019466529627785902?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2019466529627785902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2019466529627785902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2019466529627785902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2019466529627785902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/08/sempre-voce.html' title='SEMPRE VOCÊ'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cmJ_baNB0s/TkIPbMFnQiI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IHOOkZOukuI/s72-c/chapeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3568232944917608973</id><published>2011-08-09T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:17:12.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTIGO CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnZoYFRHags/TkDCyA_oWwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Zlga_F8mZjU/s1600/cachaca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnZoYFRHags/TkDCyA_oWwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Zlga_F8mZjU/s1600/cachaca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ontem eu te vi e não era você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quis sorrir mas não soube entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que no fim da tua vaidade tão mesquinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Você era ainda mais minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quanto mais minha tentava não ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Ontem eu te vi e não era você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Toda cheia de si sem poder esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que tanta alegria era feito um carnaval&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que queima até de manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Pra apagar quando chega o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Finge mais pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Me pega no ato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vê se me deixa louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Cospe no meu prato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Eu choro essa dor um pouco mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Eu sigo a tua versão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Só não devolvo depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;O teu antigo coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3568232944917608973?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3568232944917608973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3568232944917608973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3568232944917608973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3568232944917608973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQcu9nFav0M/TjdLloPx0CI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HwzQgHqy3nw/s1600/fim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQcu9nFav0M/TjdLloPx0CI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HwzQgHqy3nw/s200/fim.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Onde se esconde então?&lt;br /&gt;Longe da fumaça dos carros pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Longe das besteiras ditas à mesa do café&lt;br /&gt;Pois é&lt;br /&gt;Dizia ser vã a minha vontade de perder o chão&lt;br /&gt;A minha doença de fazer luz da tua escura solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes tudo dessas coisinhas com tempo finito&lt;br /&gt;Sabes tudo de coisa alguma&lt;br /&gt;Onde mal se arruma dentro da roupa de fingir-se inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Vejo bem o boeiro da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;O canteiro das tuas rosas murchas&lt;br /&gt;Os teus pedaços que escorrem do teu juízo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podes me alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Não podes tocar-me no ponto onde eu existo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paciência!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia desses ainda te faço um carinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4509313005293335077?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4509313005293335077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4509313005293335077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4509313005293335077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4509313005293335077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/08/paciencia-2011.html' title='PACIÊNCIA 2011'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQcu9nFav0M/TjdLloPx0CI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HwzQgHqy3nw/s72-c/fim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3659220520352864584</id><published>2011-07-18T23:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:06:29.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx1mMVWTNwA/TiTuf1RMheI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ablwoPKbzMw/s1600/quebrado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx1mMVWTNwA/TiTuf1RMheI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ablwoPKbzMw/s320/quebrado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E foi você quem apagou a luz primeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem fechou a janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem esvaziou teu lado do armário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem soprou a chama da vela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem esfriou a cama onde a gente dormia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Soltou os cachorros em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Pra ver o quanto tua recusa me doía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E foi você quem cuspiu no meu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem botou na ponta do lápis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem fez meu olhar passar fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem rasgou o poema que eu fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem listou os meus defeitos tão bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Comprou um bilhete só de ida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E botou minha alegria num trem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem se pintou de fevereiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quem disse “me esquece e some”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E fui guardar o teu nome na chama do meu isqueiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Agora não entendo direito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Não entendo teu jeito tão atencioso assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Segui por aí pelo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Me tornei um vagabundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Figura de botequim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E agora que meu peito tá quieto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vem assim tão sem jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dizer que sente saudades de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3659220520352864584?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3659220520352864584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3659220520352864584&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3659220520352864584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3659220520352864584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/07/passou.html' title='PASSOU'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vx1mMVWTNwA/TiTuf1RMheI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ablwoPKbzMw/s72-c/quebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6857713990904866214</id><published>2011-07-13T00:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:36:02.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A CASA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBQgK3extbM/Th0RrfHk4eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-ZV-RHEQG-8/s1600/gozo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBQgK3extbM/Th0RrfHk4eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-ZV-RHEQG-8/s200/gozo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Agora me debruço sobre isso que não entendo mas que me pertence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esse tempo onde as flores movem seus pescoços procurando seu senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esse templo onde as crianças correm enquanto dormem longe de seus monstros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No abandono das coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No telhado do corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde então a alma nos toma de nossa própria ignorância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde não nos machucam os mesquinhos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A casa onde me abandono do meu pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A pílula da boa ventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A febre de um amor onde eu amanheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E não se engane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não tenho casa em bairro algum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minha moradia é a brecha que descuidas nesse teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Agora me livro da roupa de que se valem a canalha do salão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Essa luz que me mastiga sem que me tenha dor nem traição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Essa estrada que se estende para além do que conhece tua tosca imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na torre das ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na lembrança dócil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde os fantasmas descansam ao som da nossa ressonância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde não nos alcançam as agudas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O fim de tarde onde te descubro linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O olhar que não se finge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O sexo do amor do qual me abasteço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E não se engane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não pretendo contar o teu dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Guardo apenas o gemido dos teus gozos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6857713990904866214?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6857713990904866214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6857713990904866214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6857713990904866214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6857713990904866214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/07/casa.html' title='A CASA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBQgK3extbM/Th0RrfHk4eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-ZV-RHEQG-8/s72-c/gozo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4788042865127855824</id><published>2011-07-12T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:31:24.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TROCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwDRFdNZzXE/Thu_9o2jfII/AAAAAAAAAVA/nMsfVUuUsHU/s1600/troca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwDRFdNZzXE/Thu_9o2jfII/AAAAAAAAAVA/nMsfVUuUsHU/s200/troca.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vendo minha vida por uma moeda pra quem puder pagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Essa que é só minha de sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E tão boa pra essa gente bêbada cantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Deixo tua tarde com o céu lilas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Cubro de ouro teu santo de barro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Calo as buzinas da Vinte e Três&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Erguendo o vidro elétrico do teu carro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Pra que tudo seja lindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Pra que tudo seja certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Onde de tão verdadeiro meu amor eu findo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Onde enfim eu da tua vida parto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vendo minha vida por uma moeda pra quem puder pagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Essa que me guarda os olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E que me leva lá longe quando vou me deitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Deixo teu corpo bem vestido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Tua paz em negrito num cardápio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Teu pescoço enfeitado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Escondo atrás da tua orelha todo o teu ópio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Deixo luzir a prataria da tua festa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Retoco o verniz do teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Digo a eles quanto é que custa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;O moroso brilho do teu piso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Pra que tudo seja belo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Pra que tudo seja fino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Onde de tão leve eu fujo do teu castelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Onde eu sou aquele velho menino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vendo minha vida por uma moeda pra quem puder pagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Essa mesma moeda que entrego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E que ninguém sabe guardar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4788042865127855824?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4788042865127855824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4788042865127855824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4788042865127855824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4788042865127855824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/07/troca.html' title='TROCA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwDRFdNZzXE/Thu_9o2jfII/AAAAAAAAAVA/nMsfVUuUsHU/s72-c/troca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3869310659244948681</id><published>2011-07-09T19:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:27:55.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA MENINA DE CICUTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hWyRl3mAz4/ThjVj8hQs9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/f01jNOgoozk/s1600/misterio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hWyRl3mAz4/ThjVj8hQs9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/f01jNOgoozk/s200/misterio.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tem medo não que eu prometo não saber&lt;br /&gt;Prometo não dizer uma verdade&lt;br /&gt;Não tentar desvendar a idade do beijo que a gente libertou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem medo não que eu juro não contar&lt;br /&gt;Juro não sonhar o que penso acordado&lt;br /&gt;Não mostrar-me cativado com a língua que teus olhos falam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Santo Amaro os botecos bocejavam&lt;br /&gt;As luzes se apagavam e eu nem era mais uma criatura humana&lt;br /&gt;Era um monstro que enterrava os dentes nas tuas ideias&lt;br /&gt;Devorava a tua respiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem medo não que eu prometo não sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Prometo pensar&lt;br /&gt;Negar e negar&lt;br /&gt;E negar&lt;br /&gt;E botar minha vontade sacana pra dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu existia enquanto você sonhava?&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi parar o mundo enquanto a gente se pegava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8037407917885064385-3869310659244948681?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3869310659244948681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3869310659244948681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3869310659244948681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3869310659244948681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-menina-de-cicuta.html' title='MINHA MENINA DE CICUTA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hWyRl3mAz4/ThjVj8hQs9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/f01jNOgoozk/s72-c/misterio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-7819837000625811441</id><published>2011-07-06T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:11:31.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPIADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LypvmbfKWWQ/ThT5ofUZEEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DILBBHqQbFI/s1600/espelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LypvmbfKWWQ/ThT5ofUZEEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DILBBHqQbFI/s200/espelho.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As bobagens despencam do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E a noite já nem mais é tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu coração despido do véu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tua feiura toda nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esfarelam sem apresso algum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As razões que você usou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chovem sobre esse morto quintal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde eu arranco as pedras que aquela dor plantou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que pena o medo teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiz uma novena e você nem notou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Levei teu coração pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E só hoje você se tocou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A verdade é o fundo do espelho que evitas exasperada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um dia desses você há de dar uma espiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-7819837000625811441?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/7819837000625811441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=7819837000625811441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7819837000625811441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7819837000625811441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/07/espiada.html' title='ESPIADA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LypvmbfKWWQ/ThT5ofUZEEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DILBBHqQbFI/s72-c/espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-8030336234436254013</id><published>2011-06-26T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:12:37.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DE MOLHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EHtYrjTYBQ/TgfY0-s4s5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wNRPB5A73Tc/s1600/molho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EHtYrjTYBQ/TgfY0-s4s5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wNRPB5A73Tc/s320/molho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entregue ao silêncio da casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você para as coisas à sua volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que jaz cativa hoje você solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Arranca do peito aquela coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entregue ao silêncio da casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A tosse que rasga o escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A memória que derruba aquele muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os olhos onde tua saudade vaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A voz não chega hoje... e ambos sabem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A mão não afaga hoje... e ambos sabem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não há corpos sob as cobertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não há palavras sacanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Só lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Livre nesse trampolim onde na noite o teu olhar foge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Enquanto o mundo pergunta por você do lado de fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-8030336234436254013?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/8030336234436254013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=8030336234436254013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8030336234436254013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8030336234436254013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-molho.html' title='DE MOLHO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EHtYrjTYBQ/TgfY0-s4s5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wNRPB5A73Tc/s72-c/molho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5790427471820026898</id><published>2011-06-02T00:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:26:11.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA PRECE NO SILÊNCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando não te cabes aí dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Latente do fermento do universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O sal do mar na narina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O ar puxado com calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O sol de uma manhã serena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Perdida nas páginas do livro destes olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando não te cabes aí dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É que te aprontam mesquinhos desaforos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os dedos rijos mirando teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O discurso do velho... do mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que sabem eles dentro de seus aquários?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que sabem eles do teu oceano de sentimentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tuas saudades abissais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tua insistência diante da rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Corações de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Emoções de vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando não te cabes aí dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É que te cospem as cobras todo o veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então aí é que tens que ter tua calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tua ciência desse escancarado segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu ouvido para o sussurro do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Força é o teu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5790427471820026898?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/5790427471820026898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=5790427471820026898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5790427471820026898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5790427471820026898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-prece-no-silencio.html' title='UMA PRECE NO SILÊNCIO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-9192989893461705147</id><published>2011-05-25T01:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T01:24:28.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DE GRAÇA</title><content type='html'>Deite teus olhos sobre a cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewshfm3hDy0/TdyEEsi2zRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XmlIhnN8prM/s1600/maos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewshfm3hDy0/TdyEEsi2zRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XmlIhnN8prM/s200/maos.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da janela que te abre pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Essa tua negada verdade&lt;br /&gt;Essa ladainha que não tem mais fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale aquele papel?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale o automóvel que vai?&lt;br /&gt;O branco bordado de um véu&lt;br /&gt;A solidão com gelo num hi-fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sonha a alma e a gente não vê?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale as bobas rimas que faço pra você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deite teus olhos sobre meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Toda senhora em sua torre de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome feito tua oração&lt;br /&gt;Minha falta feito teu maior mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta foi aquele anel?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto foi a lamborghini?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo seu&lt;br /&gt;O vazio e um dry martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sonha a alma e a gente nem vê?&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale o pedaço meu que eu dou de graça pra você?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-9192989893461705147?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/9192989893461705147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=9192989893461705147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/9192989893461705147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/9192989893461705147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-graca.html' title='DE GRAÇA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewshfm3hDy0/TdyEEsi2zRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XmlIhnN8prM/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6895111714302911868</id><published>2011-05-09T23:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:06:44.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AS LUAS DA MEIRA JUNIOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqJrO5p7YtU/TcioJ6hahjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6CrTv0rTYtc/s1600/lua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqJrO5p7YtU/TcioJ6hahjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6CrTv0rTYtc/s200/lua.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E isso acontecia bem ali quando os olhos se fechavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O anjo vagabundo avisava quando suas asas já balançavam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuidado com a falta de ar, meninos e meninas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cuidado com a falta de vida que irão te oferecer em tantas esquinas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Assim começava aquilo que fez do meu peito um sol de torrar ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aquilo que fez-me esquecer o caminho de volta ao chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E foram tantos tombos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E foram tantos rombos nos bolsos de minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas as moedas de luz brotavam feito gotas de chuva que desciam do meu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Havia eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O réu maior do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O pupilo febril daquele anjo vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Selvagem e sem dó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Derrubava as cercas do olhar do caduco vigia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As noites quando a Meira Junior engolia todos os lugares possíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O cheiro de papelão queimado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O silêncio desacanhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A ciranda dos fantasmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beto! Beto! Não esqueça da nossa história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não perca a doçura da fúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não endureça a alma como eles fazem sorrindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E foram tantos tombos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E foram tantos rombos no país dos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas no jardim cresciam as minhas rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que voavam como um presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sempre e sempre pra certa e futura pessoa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Havia eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E um véu que cobria as perguntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As placas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As faces ocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pare! Não ultrapasse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O réu maior do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O quintal fundo das minhas saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Onde diante da boca de concreto que vivia de mastigar idéias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meu amor vinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com sua capa e sua insígnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A rua onde eu esperava alguém me alcançar um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&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/8037407917885064385-6895111714302911868?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6895111714302911868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6895111714302911868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6895111714302911868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6895111714302911868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-luas-da-meira-junior.html' title='AS LUAS DA MEIRA JUNIOR'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqJrO5p7YtU/TcioJ6hahjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6CrTv0rTYtc/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4065952912209496226</id><published>2011-05-06T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:14:11.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JOSEFA</title><content type='html'>Na grama que é feito um tapete&lt;br /&gt;Ela leva suas crianças com cuidado&lt;br /&gt;A tarde de sol e as noites de confete&lt;br /&gt;A lua e nela o mundo todo pendurado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sala quando jaz o jantar estende&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem na face os dias da enxada&lt;br /&gt;E quem a desvenda não entende&lt;br /&gt;A fundura dessa luz alienada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu então nesse conto que me acelera&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava lá&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo assim nunca estive a ponto de ver que ali estava dona tão rara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem seria eu sem a raspa desta estrela que me cuidava?&lt;br /&gt;Me deu olhos pra ver além do breu&lt;br /&gt;E disse:&lt;br /&gt;Agora pegue o peito teu e me invente alguma palavra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4065952912209496226?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4065952912209496226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4065952912209496226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4065952912209496226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4065952912209496226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/05/josefa.html' title='JOSEFA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4101324265494974496</id><published>2011-05-02T00:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:24:13.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A VARANDA DAS ALMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hkbKQTmPTo/Tb4pMWDJZwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Jysn7eBKSjs/s1600/varanda.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hkbKQTmPTo/Tb4pMWDJZwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Jysn7eBKSjs/s200/varanda.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9638838013634086" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Onde vai você com o meu sono?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Onde vai com teu cheiro de abandono?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Eu fico aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Tá tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Eu fico em ti pra ser tão triste como você é também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Onde vai a vida com a gente por aí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Onde vou eu pela rua se ainda nem saí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Eu durmo em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Tá tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Eu te guardo daí de onde só as nossas almas se vêem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Ali na varanda de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Onde os olhos falam e o peito traduz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Desculpa, tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Desculpa tudo aquilo que eu nunca te falei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4101324265494974496?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4101324265494974496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4101324265494974496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4101324265494974496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4101324265494974496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/05/varanda-das-almas.html' title='A VARANDA DAS ALMAS'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hkbKQTmPTo/Tb4pMWDJZwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Jysn7eBKSjs/s72-c/varanda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-8825609786119356912</id><published>2011-04-29T00:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:06:16.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VENTANIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIOpL_kC998/TboqU2QKMFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Ktl5quH1pSQ/s1600/mulher_ventania.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIOpL_kC998/TboqU2QKMFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Ktl5quH1pSQ/s200/mulher_ventania.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Corria os olhos por toda a sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ela era a dona das suas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A dona do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um mundo sem qualidades pois todas as qualidades nela se aglomeravam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um mundo mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Magma que ela moldava conforme a sua vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As suas verdades mais mentirosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eis que então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um vento a desafiou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um vento fora dos seus planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jogou o queixo à frente &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E com as pernas e os braços pôs-se a correr pela casa até a janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Escancarou-a como uma deusa em sua ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lá fora estava Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O vento que ia e vinha de todas as ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;De todas as noites possíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;De todas as magias improváveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;De todos os milagres inacreditáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O vento a conhecia em sua escureza de certezas confortáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O vento era seu dono sem usar de força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sem apontar-lhe sequer o dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feito um veneno irresistível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feito aquilo que existe antes mesmo do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tinha nela carinho e revelia ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Brincava com ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fazia brotar dentro dela ressacas e calmarias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Revoluções e confrarias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E ela finalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Despida de imprestáveis qualidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Viu-se mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Viu-se entregue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Viu-se minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Visto que era eu quem sobrava aquela ventania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-8825609786119356912?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/8825609786119356912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=8825609786119356912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8825609786119356912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8825609786119356912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/04/ventania.html' title='VENTANIA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIOpL_kC998/TboqU2QKMFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Ktl5quH1pSQ/s72-c/mulher_ventania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-9043853372851336001</id><published>2011-04-25T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:27:26.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTENDE NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFVBDrTSOZM/TbTqEICmOTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/__Z6ujbFRn4/s1600/paz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFVBDrTSOZM/TbTqEICmOTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/__Z6ujbFRn4/s200/paz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não entende não é mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teima em tentar me derrubar com tanta potência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desmonta-me do que compreendem teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenta me ver por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenta ver o que só a mim pertence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não vê nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tens apenas os olhos da cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não tem os olhos do espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não tens de mim nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rouba minhas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Poupa meu riso no baú de tuas coisas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Coisa pouca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Coisa nenhuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tritura meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A música do meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E mesmo antes do teu inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do falso inverno da minha derrota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do pó de minha alma me refaço todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feliz tolo e inteiramente novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A mesma gargalhada inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Homem e criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pronto para inventar meu próprio mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não entende não é mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Levanta a mão contra minha inquietude luminosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acorrenta a luz que meu olhar desbota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenta me apagar do mapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenta apagar a minha voz levada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não pode nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tens a força que nada move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não tem a coragem da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não tem a minha estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rouba meu afago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amarra meu amor numa tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amor eu faço como bem entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amor eu dou de graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A qualquer hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Você não entende mesmo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&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/8037407917885064385-9043853372851336001?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/9043853372851336001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=9043853372851336001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/9043853372851336001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/9043853372851336001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/04/entende-nada.html' title='ENTENDE NADA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFVBDrTSOZM/TbTqEICmOTI/AAAAAAAAAUg/__Z6ujbFRn4/s72-c/paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5125484025080786910</id><published>2011-04-24T13:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:29:15.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHUVA DAS PRIMAVERAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Algo me alcança sem que eu espere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como algo novo numa manhã comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A surpresa da chegada de alguém perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQXzxoWCkZ0/TbRPLb6NI9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/VYFOM5dehTw/s1600/chuva_1990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQXzxoWCkZ0/TbRPLb6NI9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/VYFOM5dehTw/s200/chuva_1990.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Esquecido entre os giros do ponteiro do relógio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nublado mas feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tanto faz a umidez da chuva leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jaz aquele daquele tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aquela avenida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A grama do jardim dos fundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Suada depois da madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As nossas cabeças que voavam para outros continentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Outros planetas, outras vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gritávamos numa alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Enfeitávamos todo o mundo com nossas invisíveis alegorias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um sinal! Um sinal e o farol todo absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quem vai dormir e qual será a casa de hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um filme, um livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O baseado e a febril tosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A total falta de vontade de qualquer posse fútil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eis que tudo já havia e já habitava os nossos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tão livres e loucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Malucos de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Incólumes de todas as bobagens da vida escravizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Enquanto o mundo tentava nos abater com suas fornalhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Com suas mãos de moer gente e fazer pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Em assalto roubávamos toda possível risada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pois já era nossa antes mesmo de toda esta boba terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Algo me alcança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Algo que habita a música de minha alma e que eu esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que despencava leve e potente com a chuva das primaveras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Algo que eu esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas que hei de lembrar outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5125484025080786910?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/5125484025080786910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=5125484025080786910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5125484025080786910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5125484025080786910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/04/chuva-das-primaveras.html' title='A CHUVA DAS PRIMAVERAS'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQXzxoWCkZ0/TbRPLb6NI9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/VYFOM5dehTw/s72-c/chuva_1990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-523847965822131217</id><published>2011-04-18T23:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:53:13.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ROUPA</title><content type='html'>Tem pressa não meu coração&lt;br /&gt;É tudo cena&lt;br /&gt;Santo de barro&lt;br /&gt;Loira morena&lt;br /&gt;Box sem cigarro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem pressa não meu coração&lt;br /&gt;É só teatro&lt;br /&gt;Alma sem asa&lt;br /&gt;Língua de metro&lt;br /&gt;Rainha sem casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porta sem tranca&lt;br /&gt;Tufão de nada&lt;br /&gt;Verdade manca&lt;br /&gt;Mentira pelada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo sem língua&lt;br /&gt;Bolso furado&lt;br /&gt;Poço sem água&lt;br /&gt;Riso forçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um banheiro sem fechadura&lt;br /&gt;É desespero e ditadura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosto fechado&lt;br /&gt;Peito escancarado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruta de cera&lt;br /&gt;Olho de espera&lt;br /&gt;É o que já é e o que já era&lt;br /&gt;Já era e era&lt;br /&gt;Era fundo azul&lt;br /&gt;Chroma key&lt;br /&gt;Venha aqui me dizer só a verdade que nos falta pra enfim tirarmos a nossa roupa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-523847965822131217?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/523847965822131217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=523847965822131217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/523847965822131217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/523847965822131217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/04/roupa.html' title='ROUPA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-1831030945595521344</id><published>2011-04-10T17:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:17:52.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTÃO TÁ (TARDE DE DOMINGO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m95iwpTgp-k/TaIQQiQNL0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/pVhUg1sqy_o/s1600/ipiranga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m95iwpTgp-k/TaIQQiQNL0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/pVhUg1sqy_o/s320/ipiranga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra ser sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra dizer bom dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra dizer olá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adeus, adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deus me espera escondido dentro do armário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra brigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra ouvir aquela canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E se não fosse você quem seria eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra berrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra chegar em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E no teu canto secreto poder chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fui eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fui eu e eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meu brinquedo de te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adeus, adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deus me espera na torrente do gole de cachaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra fuder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hora pra quase amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quase dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quase gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bem à frente quando a frase vem te metralhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando a tua retina fotografa a alma da ilusão evaporar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quase amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Então tá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-1831030945595521344?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/1831030945595521344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=1831030945595521344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1831030945595521344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1831030945595521344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/04/entao-ta-tarde-de-domingo.html' title='ENTÃO TÁ (TARDE DE DOMINGO)'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m95iwpTgp-k/TaIQQiQNL0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/pVhUg1sqy_o/s72-c/ipiranga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-8307332681481091368</id><published>2011-04-07T00:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:23:27.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EM RESPOSTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ora, tenha dó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tua conversa é uma náusea sem ao menos a bebedeira da noite anterior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tua fé nessas coisas é tão real como ervilhas no rótulo de uma lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSjMq338F2U/TZ0uCaLT1JI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SteyS7MOmww/s1600/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSjMq338F2U/TZ0uCaLT1JI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SteyS7MOmww/s200/tempo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Faça isso por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fale mal de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Diga que eu sou todo errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um fantasma assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Que vive desocupado das tuas quinquilharias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pequena mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É tenro o gosto do meu tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Minha catedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fecha o teu rosto feito que não topo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Essa apatia tão normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vê meus defeitos e se achas tão melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vejo os teus e me sinto teu irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teu homem feito de sim e de não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Domo-te o corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os braços agudos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As ancas aflitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Domo-te os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As batidas do teu hoje desvendado coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Preso e torto em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Louco e livre em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não importa a distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não importa o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Qualquer veneno desse teu bobo cotidiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu existo em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para além de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-8307332681481091368?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/8307332681481091368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=8307332681481091368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8307332681481091368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8307332681481091368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/04/em-resposta.html' title='EM RESPOSTA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wSjMq338F2U/TZ0uCaLT1JI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SteyS7MOmww/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-28650750895789136</id><published>2011-02-10T00:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:16:37.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ AMANHÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTZh3bl2q_U/TVNJh7QEAII/AAAAAAAAATk/Qr7IF6h_Cog/s1600/bola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTZh3bl2q_U/TVNJh7QEAII/AAAAAAAAATk/Qr7IF6h_Cog/s320/bola.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vão correndo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;A bola malhada beijando o asfalto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;O azul imperioso despencando do alto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sobre as cabeças da molecada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Onde a ganância era a aterrissagem forçada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;No dorso de um desconhecido planeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Vão correndo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Tomando o mundo como se fosse sua caça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Bandeirantes dos gramados da praça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Os fantasmas sem lugar pra dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;A vizinhança cansada de ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As revoluções na escadaria da igreja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Vão correndo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Descamisados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Desolados de tanta alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Achando que a vida era sempre um único dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Que jamais se acaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Vão correndo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Deslumbrados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Desinfetados de toda apatia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sem saber que escondido na esquina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;O tempo já lhes traía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas só amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-28650750895789136?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/28650750895789136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=28650750895789136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/28650750895789136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/28650750895789136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/02/escondido-na-esquina.html' title='SÓ AMANHÃ'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTZh3bl2q_U/TVNJh7QEAII/AAAAAAAAATk/Qr7IF6h_Cog/s72-c/bola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6656835993308708409</id><published>2011-02-07T01:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:43:28.521-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE O CÉU VAI CAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TU9qQPNbi_I/AAAAAAAAATg/lpykNnQIAWc/s1600/vela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TU9qQPNbi_I/AAAAAAAAATg/lpykNnQIAWc/s200/vela.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje o céu vai cair por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Avisaram na TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Comentam no bar da esquina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sofrem da verdade repentina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Que todo dia fingem não saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As donas fecham as janelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Daqui eu posso ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As mães chamam suas crianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Separam nas mãos as esperanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;O terço e aquela novena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Hoje o céu vai cair por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Ah, quando vamos aprender a viver o dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Hoje o céu vai cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E quando teu olhar me escolher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Tenho guardado pra você um&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E aí?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Hoje o céu vai cair por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Escreveram no jornal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Grita um homem num comício&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Choram aqueles que têm o vício&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;De guardar o que não se leva por aí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Hoje o céu já vai cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E só uma lágrima minha descia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Estaria tudo pra findar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E você sem saber enfim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Que eu te amei do tamanho de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6656835993308708409?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6656835993308708409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6656835993308708409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6656835993308708409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6656835993308708409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoje-o-ceu-vai-cair.html' title='HOJE O CÉU VAI CAIR'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TU9qQPNbi_I/AAAAAAAAATg/lpykNnQIAWc/s72-c/vela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5604648076479012901</id><published>2011-02-04T18:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T18:34:07.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ESQUEÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe é coisa pouca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe é só o vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Soprando o que passou pra dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe foi a cachaça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe a vida louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Enquanto a noite me despia do corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E vi então a alma de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Solta e triste assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Pedindo pra eu perder as rédeas do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe foi a música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe foi o vazio do salão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Onde dorme agora a poeira de uma farra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe estou dormindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe já estou bem longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Onde sou vizinho do meu grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E nos escombros do meu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Bem feito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Bem feito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe a Anchieta já se esqueceu de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quem sabe ela já esqueceu também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sendo assim não reclamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Fico aqui bem calado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Até que o esquecimento não lembre mais disso assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5604648076479012901?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/5604648076479012901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=5604648076479012901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5604648076479012901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5604648076479012901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/02/esqueco.html' title='ESQUEÇO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4621937444745156493</id><published>2011-02-02T04:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T04:14:38.929-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NOUTRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TUj2KaCBeGI/AAAAAAAAATY/hpLF9V8-Zv4/s1600/salvador-dali2_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TUj2KaCBeGI/AAAAAAAAATY/hpLF9V8-Zv4/s200/salvador-dali2_03.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Algumas vezes tenho medo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do sono súbito e a porta destrancada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do porre selvagem no meio da gente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Da manhã cronometrada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;De contar que ando descontente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Da resolução da insônia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do terno amarrotado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Dos dígitos da minha conta bancária&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do trânsito engarrafado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do que dizem de mim no trabalho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Da fotografia do radar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;De que descubram que eu falho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Daquela velha cor do mar... que eu não vejo mais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Algumas vezes tenho medo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do que irão dizer do meu carro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do corte do meu cabelo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Da marca do meu cigarro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do meu sorriso amarelo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Das coisas finas do meu apartamento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Da esmola que me pedem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Da lista de presentes do meu casamento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Dos dias que aqui seguem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;De estragar a peça do mostruário&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do inchaço de um terçol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Do oxigênio na água do aquário&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Daquela velha cor do sol... que eu não vejo mais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Tenho medo quando sou um homem sério&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Pavor de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Pavor de minha alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Tenho medo quando não percebo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Tua mão calma por aí&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Algumas vezes tenho medo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Noutras sou maluco?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4621937444745156493?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4621937444745156493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4621937444745156493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4621937444745156493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4621937444745156493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/02/noutras.html' title='NOUTRAS'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TUj2KaCBeGI/AAAAAAAAATY/hpLF9V8-Zv4/s72-c/salvador-dali2_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-7178608962945820533</id><published>2011-01-15T00:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:47:14.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito Prazer Em Te Conhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando olharia pela janela à procura do céu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando pularia a janela à procura do mundo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Queimaria o véu de tanta segurança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tingiria de risos o falatório da vizinhança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seria quem você é exatamente agora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando abriria os olhos sem esperar coisa alguma?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando teria a sabedoria de não ter a resposta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Vagaria pela rua durante a chuva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Deixaria poemas por debaixo das portas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seria quem você é exatamente agora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando deixaria de contar os dias e sim as estradas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando amaria com o coração sem pára-quedas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Então não é o fim do dia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nem o fim das coisas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não é insônia até essa hora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;É tua alma te apresentando pra quem você é exatamente agora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Muito prazer em te conhecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-7178608962945820533?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/7178608962945820533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=7178608962945820533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7178608962945820533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7178608962945820533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2011/01/muito-prazer-em-te-conhecer.html' title='Muito Prazer Em Te Conhecer'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6243705786423725152</id><published>2010-11-25T01:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T01:19:03.247-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE EU TE PERDOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TO3Tnhl7ADI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-eZ_sb4FNUE/s1600/perdoar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TO3Tnhl7ADI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-eZ_sb4FNUE/s200/perdoar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O que faz enquanto passeia por aí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por onde anda quando tem que esquecer que da tua vida eu saí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz tua casa esses lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calçadas, rodas e bares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Abraços, risos e olhares que nunca te levam muito além dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que traz nesse peito que dói?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por que não tomba aos convites que te faço quando a noite já foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz tua fala esse silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um samba, um copo, teu vício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outubro e algum artifício pra que não te vejam chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que faz enquanto mastigo tua fé?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por onde carrega meu corpo quando eu não estou com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faz dessas outras um remédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bocas, seios e um doce assédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coxas, mãos e no clarear da escuridão o mesmo tédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem cá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem cá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje eu te perdoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olha que agora a noite já desceu daquela altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se sou teu mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se sou tua pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;se sou teu veneno serei hoje também a tua cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8037407917885064385-6243705786423725152?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6243705786423725152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6243705786423725152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6243705786423725152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6243705786423725152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-eu-te-perdoo.html' title='HOJE EU TE PERDOO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TO3Tnhl7ADI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-eZ_sb4FNUE/s72-c/perdoar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6363741282509079049</id><published>2010-10-21T11:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:47:40.649-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TOLICE</title><content type='html'>Ali na curva&lt;br /&gt;Onde a ciranda da cabeça cantarolava&lt;br /&gt;Girava tirando do meu peito com tua mão delicada mas justa&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo atrás de minhas costas que hoje desenham a cama em que me deito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali comigo&lt;br /&gt;Onde ontem do incerto eu duvidava&lt;br /&gt;Tombava agora qualquer certeza que na lágrima fora forjada&lt;br /&gt;E num compasso um riso novo floria de luz todo o jardim da minha mesma cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fique surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Numa forte simplicidade exata&lt;br /&gt;Neste secreto conforto eu não teria porque te esconder&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois do teu murro na boca do estômago dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou ainda capaz de dizer-te: Te amo... mesmo que tua tolice queira te levar embora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6363741282509079049?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6363741282509079049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6363741282509079049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6363741282509079049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6363741282509079049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/10/tolice.html' title='TOLICE'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2730392710594435419</id><published>2010-09-18T04:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T04:05:08.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE SEJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É tão perto e tão secreto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No tempo chuvoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No quieto do quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TJRkdMdMNqI/AAAAAAAAATI/a18Exv1_A3I/s1600/bar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TJRkdMdMNqI/AAAAAAAAATI/a18Exv1_A3I/s200/bar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O relâmpago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Deus dizendo meu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Falando comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Contando o que eu guardo&lt;/div&gt;E que não te confesso&lt;br /&gt;Mas é sempre o teu rebelde juízo&lt;br /&gt;O cabelo, a voz, a boca num arco&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão perto e tão secreto&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã absurda&lt;br /&gt;Na lágrima catapulta&lt;br /&gt;A vigília&lt;br /&gt;O barulho do sol subindo&lt;br /&gt;Falando comigo&lt;br /&gt;Cobrando o que eu não digo&lt;br /&gt;E que não te confesso&lt;br /&gt;Mas é sempre o gozo de tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos, as ancas, as sardas&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão perto e tão secreto&lt;br /&gt;Na tarde que boceja&lt;br /&gt;No céu que amarela&lt;br /&gt;O crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;O céu perdido comigo&lt;br /&gt;Falando pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando o que eu não esqueço&lt;br /&gt;E que não te confesso&lt;br /&gt;Mas é sempre teu doce deserto&lt;br /&gt;O colo, o peito, o quero&lt;br /&gt;Teu busto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão perto e tão secreto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Na lua pendurada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A amiga madrugada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A cachaça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Deus me puxando do tombo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Falando comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cuidando do que eu vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E que não te confesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas é sempre o que minha alma vê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Um nome, o nome, o nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavra desafogada da minha solidão&lt;/div&gt;Que seja amor então&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2730392710594435419?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2730392710594435419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2730392710594435419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2730392710594435419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2730392710594435419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-seja.html' title='QUE SEJA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TJRkdMdMNqI/AAAAAAAAATI/a18Exv1_A3I/s72-c/bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5093025340795553604</id><published>2010-09-13T00:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:39:03.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ENQUANTO ISSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TI2cpwTdsWI/AAAAAAAAATA/CEUlms2K8NQ/s1600/1250994733_cinza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TI2cpwTdsWI/AAAAAAAAATA/CEUlms2K8NQ/s200/1250994733_cinza.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pareça sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que padeça aquele nosso tempo numa memória amarelada&lt;br /&gt;Esse desejo sem explicação&lt;br /&gt;Essa peito na contra-mão da lógica ditada&lt;br /&gt;A voz acanhada&lt;br /&gt;O amor espremido em nossas gargantas terá sua hora de voar&lt;br /&gt;Terá sua vez de arrombar todo o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a chave se perca&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que suave seja a prisão onde a gente despenca da gente&lt;br /&gt;Essa única graça&lt;br /&gt;Esse fenômeno que caça o sono nosso&lt;br /&gt;O medo nosso&lt;br /&gt;O amor marginal que jogamos no fundo da vida terá justiça&lt;br /&gt;Terá sua vez de perdoar nossas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pareça sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja impossível nesse segundo apenas onde penso&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a minha desculpa agora pareça vadia&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca e tua&lt;br /&gt;Nossos olhos colados e bom dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5093025340795553604?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/5093025340795553604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=5093025340795553604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5093025340795553604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5093025340795553604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/09/enquanto-isso.html' title='ENQUANTO ISSO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TI2cpwTdsWI/AAAAAAAAATA/CEUlms2K8NQ/s72-c/1250994733_cinza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5596943863095668913</id><published>2010-09-01T00:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:34:36.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANTO TEMPO</title><content type='html'>Quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TH3JnnUHIOI/AAAAAAAAASw/TSS3o6wShCY/s1600/corinthians.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TH3JnnUHIOI/AAAAAAAAASw/TSS3o6wShCY/s200/corinthians.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Que te guardem sempre forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sempre povo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sempre imenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sentimento grandioso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Nosso todo poderoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Longe do plástico conforto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Da bajulação da sala de prêmios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tuas taças não são as que brilham em exposição&lt;/div&gt;Mas a singularidade que teus filhos carregam neste nosso imenso coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5596943863095668913?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/5596943863095668913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=5596943863095668913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5596943863095668913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5596943863095668913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/09/quanto-tempo.html' title='QUANTO TEMPO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TH3JnnUHIOI/AAAAAAAAASw/TSS3o6wShCY/s72-c/corinthians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3012977881850402682</id><published>2010-08-25T00:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:43:34.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E PRONTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSIpnk1yrI/AAAAAAAAASI/oCUZEsDCCMc/s1600/pablo_picasso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSIpnk1yrI/AAAAAAAAASI/oCUZEsDCCMc/s200/pablo_picasso.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Voltei rindo&lt;br /&gt;Depois da chuva feia que tua boca soprou&lt;br /&gt;Onde na estrada da vida meu coração capotou&lt;br /&gt;Derrapou em tuas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Estraçalhou quem eu sou no muro dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei rindo&lt;br /&gt;Depois da seca dura que tua boca pariu&lt;br /&gt;Onde no chão da vida meu coração morreu&lt;br /&gt;Bebeu da tua lágrima de cicuta&lt;br /&gt;Endureceu quem eu sou no solo árido dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem te condeno&amp;nbsp;à semelhante absurdo&lt;br /&gt;Nem dilúvio&lt;br /&gt;Nem veneno&lt;br /&gt;Nisso tudo&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe até um...&lt;br /&gt;Não, isso não&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quero o que já tenho&lt;br /&gt;Agora ganho a estrada e já vou indo&lt;br /&gt;Até que descubras por que tenho andado rindo&lt;br /&gt;E pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3012977881850402682?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3012977881850402682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3012977881850402682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3012977881850402682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3012977881850402682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-pronto.html' title='E PRONTO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSIpnk1yrI/AAAAAAAAASI/oCUZEsDCCMc/s72-c/pablo_picasso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-8479409089965641884</id><published>2010-07-20T20:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:46:03.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E QUE O MUNDO ME OUÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TEY02kJ3-dI/AAAAAAAAASA/4CoBJFmpnYA/s1600/calma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TEY02kJ3-dI/AAAAAAAAASA/4CoBJFmpnYA/s320/calma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sem cadeados para os meu olhos hoje&lt;/div&gt;Sem tempo para inventar minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Que seja sempre feito um começo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A janela nova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O dia novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Novo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Nova aurora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Novo planeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Que seja sempre esse meu único possível sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O universo todo o quintal de minha casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fracasso com a ditadura das almas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fracasso no sermão hipócrita de quem não tem marcas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Não tem os joelhos machucados por não se arriscar fora da fria segurança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Falsa segurança dos sempre certos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dos corações enferrujados que vivem agarrados ao peito de seus donos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quando na verdade seriam livres se ardessem bêbados nas mãos de outra pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E que o mundo me ouça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Há tempos deixei o meu nas mãos daquela moça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-8479409089965641884?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/8479409089965641884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=8479409089965641884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8479409089965641884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8479409089965641884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-que-o-mundo-me-ouca.html' title='E QUE O MUNDO ME OUÇA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TEY02kJ3-dI/AAAAAAAAASA/4CoBJFmpnYA/s72-c/calma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-7033239209248874377</id><published>2010-07-14T00:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:48:08.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NA RUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TD0tpYeencI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LQu5A6HyKdY/s1600/av_paulista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TD0tpYeencI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LQu5A6HyKdY/s200/av_paulista.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na rua uma gente formigueiro a se cutucar&lt;br /&gt;Queixo preso aos pés nem percebe o luar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu finjo que foi presente meu pra nós&lt;br /&gt;Quando você finge que está muito longe pra eu te apanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na rua hora só buzina a se masturbar&lt;br /&gt;Hora o silêncio a cantarolar&lt;br /&gt;Todos os segredos que cada um esconde de si&lt;br /&gt;Bem que podia abrir a porta e ser você a rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um terno amargo fedendo lorota&lt;br /&gt;O pneu opaco lambendo a poça&lt;br /&gt;Nossa...&lt;br /&gt;Olha a casca banguela daquele estrela caída sorrindo pra nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu de nós&lt;br /&gt;O véu que cerca toda a tua boca flor&lt;br /&gt;Meu céu de luz&lt;br /&gt;Meu copo americano&lt;br /&gt;Abajur cruz do meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na rua vento lança cega a me acertar&lt;br /&gt;Olho de porta fechada para o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Nem percebe todo meu ouro do lado direito&lt;br /&gt;E eu penso que é meu defeito não querer explicar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treme a calçada o metrô embaixo&lt;br /&gt;Treme na calçada a pele descalça de algum abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu de nós&lt;br /&gt;O véu que tranca todo teu corpo calor&lt;br /&gt;Meu céu depois&lt;br /&gt;Meu copo americano&lt;br /&gt;Confessionário do meu amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-7033239209248874377?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/7033239209248874377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=7033239209248874377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7033239209248874377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7033239209248874377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/07/na-rua.html' title='NA RUA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TD0tpYeencI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LQu5A6HyKdY/s72-c/av_paulista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4980272441529453711</id><published>2010-07-13T13:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:51:29.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JOGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TDyZRKkL83I/AAAAAAAAARw/zs4TeXcsouA/s1600/bem-me-quer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TDyZRKkL83I/AAAAAAAAARw/zs4TeXcsouA/s200/bem-me-quer.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Eu sempre escapo de não saber de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Eu sempre teimo em contar tudo enquanto olho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Enquanto calo a minha boca e deixo pedaços do que sonho decorando a sala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Soprando pelo ar do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Por aí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E eles sempre alcançam teus poros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bagunçam teu colo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tua boca gasta de tanto usar a palavra duvido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Onde eu mataria isso se isso nem sabe que um lado triste meu existe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Onde eu viveria secreto e imune à mim mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Então eu sempre escapo de não saber de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E você finge que escapa de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Até a hora de você escapar comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4980272441529453711?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4980272441529453711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4980272441529453711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4980272441529453711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4980272441529453711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/07/jogo.html' title='JOGO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TDyZRKkL83I/AAAAAAAAARw/zs4TeXcsouA/s72-c/bem-me-quer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-403852584702471534</id><published>2010-07-11T18:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:28:53.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FEITO VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TDo3PbkqLKI/AAAAAAAAARo/ygPohPJaQL4/s1600/SEPARACAO" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TDo3PbkqLKI/AAAAAAAAARo/ygPohPJaQL4/s320/SEPARACAO" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sabe aquilo?&lt;/div&gt;Uma euforia sem pergunta alguma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Feito quem gritou o gol em 58 sem nem ter visto o chapéu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Feito a voz que chega pelo corredor anunciando: Nasceu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Então sou eu mais fraco por acreditar em alguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Então sou eu quem perde tempo por chorar a rebeldia do meu coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E agora sobra só a voz da tua covarde razão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tua alma de pés no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É como você se deita no seu colchão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E como você se esconde do frio se cobre teu olhos com toda essa escuridão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Como você se esconde de mim se eu vivo correndo nu pelo teu coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sabe aquilo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Uma alegria sem vergonha alguma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Feito quem girou com os olhos cheios de riso fora dessa gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Feito quem me lembrou que já era a hora de perder meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Feito você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas onde você guardou você então?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-403852584702471534?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/403852584702471534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=403852584702471534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/403852584702471534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/403852584702471534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/07/feito-voce.html' title='FEITO VOCÊ'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TDo3PbkqLKI/AAAAAAAAARo/ygPohPJaQL4/s72-c/SEPARACAO' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-8029125390453554923</id><published>2010-06-30T23:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:16:52.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A CAMA E O SALÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TCv6LxVaEyI/AAAAAAAAARg/fO8pgjRf0k0/s1600/cama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TCv6LxVaEyI/AAAAAAAAARg/fO8pgjRf0k0/s320/cama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Suba então&lt;/div&gt;Suba agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Do dia que definhou lá fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Da noite que morre do outro lado de tua pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Teus olhos com sede de fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Filmando só esse brinquedo bobo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Esse velado sufoco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dessa gente que aceita tão educadamente tamanho desconforto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Teu grito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Já nem pedem tua presença à mesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Rabiscam teu rosto na foto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Apagam tua voz dessa estranha música que voa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E que tanto os incomoda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pois sabem que nem podem mais pegar tua selvagem alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No salão despenca suave a poeria agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Os tacos nem mais tremem à pressão das solas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O balcão está seco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O ar descarrega-se do hálito de pinga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Em tua cama tudo morno e quieto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tudo ontem e sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Um século atrás e amanhã também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E ainda tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Depois de tantos giros do teu coração ao redor da lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No teu pensamento mais fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Aquela mulher quando dorme toda tua&lt;/div&gt;Faz você perdoar as mancadas inevitáveis deste mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-8029125390453554923?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/8029125390453554923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=8029125390453554923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8029125390453554923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8029125390453554923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/06/cama-e-o-salao.html' title='A CAMA E O SALÃO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TCv6LxVaEyI/AAAAAAAAARg/fO8pgjRf0k0/s72-c/cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2145917374726700565</id><published>2010-06-25T21:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:59:37.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO VIGARISTA</title><content type='html'>Amarrei minha sorte à saia de um sonho leve&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia do riso&lt;br /&gt;Sabia dos olhares da lua&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo entregue e meu peito sempre na rua esperando o fogo daquela hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num nome a febre mais deliciosa&lt;br /&gt;No peito o que nem a morte devora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas veja só como se dar é mesmo algo tão singular&lt;br /&gt;O sonho nem era sonho&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me um estranho à minha própria vista&lt;br /&gt;Um fantasma vigarista&lt;br /&gt;Que disse do fundo do seu coração vermelho me amar&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando acreditei nunca mais tive coração para dar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2145917374726700565?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2145917374726700565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2145917374726700565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2145917374726700565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2145917374726700565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/06/sonho-vigarista.html' title='SONHO VIGARISTA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6086307395965038025</id><published>2010-06-22T18:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:43:16.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CARECER</title><content type='html'>Nestas que me ofereces eu vou me manter em paz&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio e distância&lt;br /&gt;Careço, careço sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas não do que julgam teus números na ponta de uma caneta&lt;br /&gt;Teu peito de pés inchados e asas atrofiadas&lt;br /&gt;Teu infame discurso de soprar veneno&lt;br /&gt;Tuas frases fedorentas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careço do que não se inventa&lt;br /&gt;Do que não se atentam os dedos enquanto trepam com as cédulas&lt;br /&gt;Do que não existe na particular comodidate de uma vida muito bem avaliada&lt;br /&gt;O descaso com culpa para o vento&lt;br /&gt;A âncora onde se amarram os beijos... as noites verdadeiras...&lt;br /&gt;Pra que morram nessa geleira escura que adorna teu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careço do que tu careces&lt;br /&gt;E que apesar das minhas chulas preces&lt;br /&gt;Negamos um ao outro com a tranquilidade dos mortos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6086307395965038025?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6086307395965038025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6086307395965038025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6086307395965038025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6086307395965038025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/06/carecer.html' title='CARECER'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-473001921603892800</id><published>2010-06-21T23:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:13:47.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DANADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TCAcxHbLMzI/AAAAAAAAARY/ImxIEQeY28U/s1600/cantar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TCAcxHbLMzI/AAAAAAAAARY/ImxIEQeY28U/s320/cantar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fique quieto em tua saudade&lt;br /&gt;Fique quieto e calmo&lt;br /&gt;Não gaste farpas de palavras com esses&lt;br /&gt;Nem querem saber de você na casa das almas engomadas&lt;br /&gt;Nem querem saber de você na prisão onde a canção escapa&lt;br /&gt;Linda e viva&lt;br /&gt;Pois já é livre feito que é a roupa de tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Nem podem saber de você pois eles nem sabem que existe tanto mais que dos olhos escapa&lt;br /&gt;E que existe uma beleza fértil e sem preço&lt;br /&gt;Sem desconto de 10%&lt;br /&gt;Então calma&lt;br /&gt;Nem querem saber de você&lt;br /&gt;E isso é uma puta sorte danada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-473001921603892800?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/473001921603892800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=473001921603892800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/473001921603892800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/473001921603892800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/06/danada.html' title='DANADA'/><author><name>Beto 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feito uma borracha pra apagar teu nome dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que riem ou que choram as estrelas quando falo sozinho minhas doideiras?&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu canto baixinho essa tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu subo pelas escadas os andares do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Andar por andar&lt;br /&gt;Tantas portas fechadas e apenas a mesma chave&lt;br /&gt;E você sabe&lt;br /&gt;Ah, você sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será que pensam de nós os confetes amanhecidos da quarta-feira?&lt;br /&gt;Será que sussuram a nossa vida às serpentinas aterrizadas na sarjeta?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha casa é teu sorriso fotografado naquele tempo&lt;br /&gt;Picado em pedaços soltos nalgum vento mas todo inteiro aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que você me vigia pra garantir que eu não escapo do teu esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Ou me guarda com afinco pra lembrar que deve me esquecer um dia desses...&lt;br /&gt;Antes do fim do nosso tempo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2828460871386857436</id><published>2010-06-09T15:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:29:13.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AS COISAS NO LUGAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TA_dCecBiEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GmRc14pCJNQ/s1600/mulhercabelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/TA_dCecBiEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GmRc14pCJNQ/s320/mulhercabelo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego inteiro em teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego pra pôr as coisas no lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego e de tanto eu te sacar você aperta teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra saber que estou em teu quadril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tua nuca nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na rodovia de tuas costas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conforto de tuas ancas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas nádegas se debatendo em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você aperta teus olhos pra saber que do teu coração eu jamais fugi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2828460871386857436?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2828460871386857436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tão secretamente ávido&lt;br /&gt;Assim sereno&lt;br /&gt;Assim contra o mundo todo&lt;br /&gt;Assim de bem comigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-7663694946682241642?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/7663694946682241642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=7663694946682241642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7663694946682241642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7663694946682241642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/05/assim-sereno.html' title='ASSIM SERENO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-7879683452858299746</id><published>2010-05-19T04:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:02:50.855-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO MANDO FLORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S_ONDYGrvsI/AAAAAAAAARI/3VAJippahss/s1600/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S_ONDYGrvsI/AAAAAAAAARI/3VAJippahss/s200/rosas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472873061334892226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mando flores&lt;br /&gt;Não telefono&lt;br /&gt;Não te abraço se a noite é fria&lt;br /&gt;Não abro a porta&lt;br /&gt;Nem olho torto&lt;br /&gt;O tamanho curto da tua saia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que então reclamo?&lt;br /&gt;O que então eu quero se o que te dou você nem vê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sono tosco&lt;br /&gt;Noites em claro&lt;br /&gt;Olhos parados numa xícara de café&lt;br /&gt;O meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Aquela lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Quando a canção me faz lembrar de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não trago agrados&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo percebo&lt;br /&gt;Do teu cabelo se perguntas pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Não comprei o anel&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei calado&lt;br /&gt;Quando aqui dentro eu dizia sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que então reclamo?&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nem faz ideia do que você carrega por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito todo&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito quase&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito solto que vai sem eu pedir&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito tolo&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito viúvo&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito triste já que você não está mais por aqui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-7879683452858299746?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/7879683452858299746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=7879683452858299746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7879683452858299746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7879683452858299746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-mando-flores.html' title='NÃO MANDO FLORES'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S_ONDYGrvsI/AAAAAAAAARI/3VAJippahss/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-8754502143081330368</id><published>2010-05-02T14:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:40:15.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>INTENÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S924GOMBJiI/AAAAAAAAARA/oR2KIv9RwNE/s1600/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S924GOMBJiI/AAAAAAAAARA/oR2KIv9RwNE/s200/mulher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466727939724879394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a intenção de viver mais do que me caiba viver&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais do que preciso&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo do ponto exato&lt;br /&gt;Da alegria exata sem exagero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a intenção de agradar fora do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Não quero nada além do que mereço&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho anseio pelo demais&lt;br /&gt;Pela bajulação cheia de dedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a intenção de viver pelo dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Não quero nada além do que preciso&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a febre do ouro bêbado&lt;br /&gt;Da solidão taciturna de um diamante no porta-jóias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a intenção de te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que doa em mim e só em mim&lt;br /&gt;Pois a você desejo que a vida a tenha como a filha preferida&lt;br /&gt;Uma loteria de alegria todinha pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a intenção de desaparecer do teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Não vou desabitar teu peito ranheta&lt;br /&gt;Não me acanho com tua teimosia&lt;br /&gt;Tua mania de guardar o que eu já peguei pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a intenção de ser o homem que você sonhava&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho a certeza de ser o homem que você nem imaginava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-8754502143081330368?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/8754502143081330368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=8754502143081330368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8754502143081330368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8754502143081330368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/05/intencao.html' title='INTENÇÃO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S924GOMBJiI/AAAAAAAAARA/oR2KIv9RwNE/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3552032056444308331</id><published>2010-04-30T10:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:43:48.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ME DEIXE</title><content type='html'>Não passe a tempo de me guardar da chuva enquanto sol&lt;br /&gt;Do frio enquanto calor&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito falso indiferente com que cruzo as pessoas na rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser esse brilho em mim a tua assinatura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não passe a tempo de me salvar da solidão enquanto escola&lt;br /&gt;Do silêncio enquanto música&lt;br /&gt;Da chama dura que se guarda pra aquecer a tua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser esse brilho em mim a tua assinatura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não passe a tempo de me salvar do choro enquanto vida&lt;br /&gt;Da saudade enquanto aceite&lt;br /&gt;Do que foi a minha vida ali há pouco... ainda meu maior tesouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem se preocupe com o que se ocupa em tentar me cercar&lt;br /&gt;São fios de vozes caquéticos&lt;br /&gt;Assombros capengas&lt;br /&gt;Fantasmas farrapos de uma raiva covarde que jamais me assusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você, mesmo que reste um nunca à nossas mãos noutra hora juntas&lt;br /&gt;O meu profundo Amor, meu Bem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3552032056444308331?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3552032056444308331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3552032056444308331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3552032056444308331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3552032056444308331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-deixe.html' title='ME DEIXE'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-1249703751097534700</id><published>2010-04-08T21:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:59:49.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NEM VEM QUE EU NEM SEI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S757i0eFUCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/w4_U2FX7HWk/s1600/veneno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S757i0eFUCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/w4_U2FX7HWk/s200/veneno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457935636550209570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem vem você&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje eu nem vou me dar assim tão cego&lt;br /&gt;Eu pego meus cacos e vou pra lá&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se o que queres resgatar de mim hoje eu nego?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sigo a estrada que acaba em tua língua&lt;br /&gt;Eu rio a melancolia da tua pinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem vem você&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje eu nem tenho uma mentira pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;Fui benzer umas datas do calendário&lt;br /&gt;O que perder&lt;br /&gt;Se deixei tudo que é de mim em teu peito?&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo a prévia da ressaca que te espera&lt;br /&gt;Eu morro a mentira que você berra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que flor assim tão singular&lt;br /&gt;Vive tanto tempo sem alguém pra vigiar?&lt;br /&gt;Que dor assim tão devagar&lt;br /&gt;Passa tão serena sem alguém pra consolar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem vem você&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje eu vou me lambuzar do teu veneno&lt;br /&gt;Eu dano a lógica da canalha&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer?&lt;br /&gt;O que jogar fora do porão das nossas coisas?&lt;br /&gt;Eu vendo caro duas sílabas semi-usadas&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo meu nome murmurando em tuas calçadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-1249703751097534700?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/1249703751097534700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=1249703751097534700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1249703751097534700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1249703751097534700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/04/nem-vem-que-eu-nem-sei.html' title='NEM VEM QUE EU NEM SEI'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S757i0eFUCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/w4_U2FX7HWk/s72-c/veneno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3229438978919314748</id><published>2010-03-19T02:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:44:17.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ATÉ LÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S6MOQxy2OAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rJRFGcWLPbw/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S6MOQxy2OAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rJRFGcWLPbw/s200/saudade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450215655455733762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá ainda vai acontecer no meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva qualquer num outono&lt;br /&gt;O músculo engrenado num pranto ou num riso&lt;br /&gt;A cor da saudade daquela menina&lt;br /&gt;A calmaria dos sonos desordenados com o relógio do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá ainda vai me acompanhar por aí&lt;br /&gt;Uma lua que sopra o que os loucos ouvem&lt;br /&gt;A doçura que falta no que os covardes escolhem&lt;br /&gt;O ponto final de toda mentira&lt;br /&gt;O descaso afinal que flutua acima dessa vida impostora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei menos o que nem sou&lt;br /&gt;O que nunca fui&lt;br /&gt;O que nunca estou&lt;br /&gt;Quando na curva de um conselho eu me abasteço de outro valor&lt;br /&gt;Até lá um dia dirão tudo que eu ousei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Dirão que eu morri de tanto o meu coração bater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3229438978919314748?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3229438978919314748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3229438978919314748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3229438978919314748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3229438978919314748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/03/ate-la.html' title='ATÉ LÁ'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S6MOQxy2OAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rJRFGcWLPbw/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2958865504877050983</id><published>2010-03-15T23:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:03:27.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TUDO É BOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S57m6bcsCkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pCg_n2uVp_M/s1600-h/escada.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S57m6bcsCkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pCg_n2uVp_M/s200/escada.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449046490639764034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai rolar pelas escadas do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai sempre passear de mãos dadas à essa solidão&lt;br /&gt;Beber sempre esse copo de Não... não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se o melhor foi a hora perdida?&lt;br /&gt;O vagão lotado&lt;br /&gt;Um desencontro na saída&lt;br /&gt;O trânsito parado&lt;br /&gt;O telefone mudo&lt;br /&gt;O abraço absurdo que a campainha não berrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se o melhor foi a data esquecida?&lt;br /&gt;O caminho trocado&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra avenida&lt;br /&gt;O celular roubado&lt;br /&gt;O endereço trocado&lt;br /&gt;O email apagado que alguém um dia enviou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;br /&gt;Que dia?&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria haver tanta vontade em quatro letras unidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai rolar pelas escadas do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Alguma hora da vida tudo é bom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2958865504877050983?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2958865504877050983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2958865504877050983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2958865504877050983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2958865504877050983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/03/tudo-e-bom.html' title='TUDO É BOM'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S57m6bcsCkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pCg_n2uVp_M/s72-c/escada.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2696256112769026937</id><published>2010-03-10T00:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:49:59.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O ALCOUCE DAS BRUXAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S5cW4xwci3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Rv7Vqic8qNw/s1600-h/nua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S5cW4xwci3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Rv7Vqic8qNw/s200/nua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446847439012924274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantam afinadas deitadas sobre o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;As bruxas que me adotam&lt;br /&gt;Que me aceitam sem fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Belas e gostosas&lt;br /&gt;Visitam minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma e minha história&lt;br /&gt;Quando a cachaça doce e fluorescente &lt;br /&gt;Beija a minha boca afiada mas calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão elas tão lindas&lt;br /&gt;Tão soltas e sábias&lt;br /&gt;Sem roupa&lt;br /&gt;Sem profissão&lt;br /&gt;Sem cartão de crédito&lt;br /&gt;Sem o carimbo medonho do falso sucesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dão seus peitos fartos&lt;br /&gt;Suas coxas vivas&lt;br /&gt;Suas bundas certas&lt;br /&gt;Seus braços aflitos&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui&lt;br /&gt;Vivo e descanso&lt;br /&gt;Na secreta e suculenta paz desses lábios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2696256112769026937?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2696256112769026937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2696256112769026937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2696256112769026937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2696256112769026937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-alcouce-das-bruxas.html' title='O ALCOUCE DAS BRUXAS'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S5cW4xwci3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Rv7Vqic8qNw/s72-c/nua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3850433103131716520</id><published>2010-03-09T00:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:01:23.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TEM MAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S5XHtwuY37I/AAAAAAAAAP4/otpBlH0zDBw/s1600-h/ceu"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S5XHtwuY37I/AAAAAAAAAP4/otpBlH0zDBw/s200/ceu" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446478913361993650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou para o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Afastado agora de você&lt;br /&gt;Vencido pela tua revoada de não&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair daqui&lt;br /&gt;Do teu chão comportado&lt;br /&gt;Subsolo da minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que te dei aquele dia&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto nossas passadas venciam a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Venciam as distâncias das nossas possibilidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou para o meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Alto como meu coração gosta de respirar&lt;br /&gt;Ar rarefeito de vozes matemáticas&lt;br /&gt;De contas e anúncios da televisão&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu sonho o que vivo&lt;br /&gt;Pois a minha vida é a minha maior invenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem mais de nós por aí&lt;br /&gt;Tem mais de mim em você do que só o espaço que eu ocupava naquele colchão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3850433103131716520?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3850433103131716520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3850433103131716520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3850433103131716520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3850433103131716520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/03/tem-mais.html' title='TEM MAIS'/><author><name>Beto 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4xzbda8SjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/39uttHgnbbE/s200/olhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443852965175380530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje desapareci dos espelhos&lt;br /&gt;Dos olhos e das vitrines&lt;br /&gt;O vento não me achou&lt;br /&gt;A chuva não me molhou&lt;br /&gt;O sol... onde mesmo eu fui deixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é esse que vive do outro lado do meu olhar?&lt;br /&gt;O lado de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Quem é esse que não consigo medir com as réguas de que se valem toda a canalha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse que quando vai eu sigo&lt;br /&gt;Esse que quando dói eu choro&lt;br /&gt;Que quando cai eu me machuco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quando ama eu flutuo sobre esse mesmo mundo anunciando que meu coração já tirou o sol do castigo&lt;br /&gt;E hoje ele já vai brincar fora de casa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-1757722616123636437?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/1757722616123636437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=1757722616123636437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1757722616123636437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1757722616123636437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/03/percepcao.html' title='PERCEPÇÃO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4xzbda8SjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/39uttHgnbbE/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3226604616724244037</id><published>2010-03-01T22:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:59:02.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4xw4AW17bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/imGbm1VY9qI/s1600-h/perdao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4xw4AW17bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/imGbm1VY9qI/s200/perdao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443850157054881202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se fosse loucura?&lt;br /&gt;Isso aqui&lt;br /&gt;Bem aqui comigo&lt;br /&gt;Levitando meu corpo ao redor do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tornando o meu peito um lugar distante&lt;br /&gt;Brilhante e fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se fosse loucura deixar assim ir embora?&lt;br /&gt;Sem espernear&lt;br /&gt;Sem berrar&lt;br /&gt;Tão triste e tão calmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se fosse loucura eu teria o seu perdão&lt;br /&gt;Mas é amor&lt;br /&gt;E amor você não perdoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3226604616724244037?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3226604616724244037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3226604616724244037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3226604616724244037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/3226604616724244037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-se.html' title='E SE'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4xw4AW17bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/imGbm1VY9qI/s72-c/perdao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-8356364056013250881</id><published>2010-02-28T21:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:10:53.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO NOVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4sO5Xj46VI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VN4gJzA2bPQ/s1600-h/sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4sO5Xj46VI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VN4gJzA2bPQ/s200/sonho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443460953347254610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e só por hoje&lt;br /&gt;Aposento você de mim&lt;br /&gt;Do quarto íntimo da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Apago teu nome das cartas&lt;br /&gt;Das horas sem sono&lt;br /&gt;Desarmo tuas vigarices de orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Entendo que te falta o alívio do perdão&lt;br /&gt;Esse teu medo de entender que sou o dono do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que parta agora o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Longe e sem dona&lt;br /&gt;Sem memória&lt;br /&gt;Sem a história&lt;br /&gt;Os papéis rasgados feito meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Os segundos inchados feito meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Hoje&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã eu reservo de você um sonho novo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-8356364056013250881?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/8356364056013250881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=8356364056013250881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8356364056013250881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/8356364056013250881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/02/sonho-novo.html' title='SONHO NOVO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4sO5Xj46VI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VN4gJzA2bPQ/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5590364848822972046</id><published>2010-02-24T12:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:16:28.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CANÇÃO DE NINAR DO PEITO OCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4VCpIQNjDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sJgQisJfRks/s1600-h/coracao_espelhado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4VCpIQNjDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sJgQisJfRks/s200/coracao_espelhado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441828999104662578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém que caminha pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Tendo o telhado como o asfalto&lt;br /&gt;E o céu como o teto do quarto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que sabe o que vai acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;Será que sabe o que temos que perder pra ganhar o próprio coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o pedaço melhor do meu só pra você&lt;br /&gt;Na vitrola que você não pôde ouvir&lt;br /&gt;No sol da tarde de mil novecentos e oitenta e oito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que procura em meu bolso?&lt;br /&gt;Procure nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá&lt;br /&gt;Como quem desvia de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo uma piada à mesa dos amigos&lt;br /&gt;E guardando a lágrima pra hora de dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que me viu desgrudar as calçadas?&lt;br /&gt;Será que me viu rabiscar uma casa com o tijolo que sobrava no quintal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro mão do meu coração e te dou&lt;br /&gt;Pra que preencha esse oco no seu peito&lt;br /&gt;Pra que ele bata por nós dois... por mais um tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5590364848822972046?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4VCpIQNjDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sJgQisJfRks/s72-c/coracao_espelhado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6196875793969631682</id><published>2010-02-21T21:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:57:18.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOTA O CHINELO (MARCHINHA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4HWHBYU5OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EUadMw1FEp8/s1600-h/foi+aqui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4HWHBYU5OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EUadMw1FEp8/s200/foi+aqui.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865240958166242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bota o chinelo Vininha&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente vai passear&lt;br /&gt;A lua diz que quase era minha&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza que acabei de jogar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bota o chinelo Vininha&lt;br /&gt;Bota a voz pra cantar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a lágrima venha&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai botar pra quebrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor não é só ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito não é só contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bota o chinelo Vininha&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente vai se esbaldar&lt;br /&gt;Todo o céu dessa noite se assanha&lt;br /&gt;Pois já foi o tempo de chorar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6196875793969631682?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6196875793969631682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6196875793969631682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6196875793969631682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6196875793969631682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/02/bota-o-chinelo.html' title='BOTA O CHINELO (MARCHINHA)'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4HWHBYU5OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EUadMw1FEp8/s72-c/foi+aqui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5583693597715096406</id><published>2010-02-20T23:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:17:42.610-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUELE SONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4CJr4bWirI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HxzZ7UmP2jo/s1600-h/sono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S4CJr4bWirI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HxzZ7UmP2jo/s200/sono.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440499736838048434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho no bolso as portas de casa&lt;br /&gt;E no peito uma fotografia&lt;br /&gt;No riso uma saudade difusa&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos aquela alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho nos olhos um baita abraço&lt;br /&gt;E na boca o banquete da tua vontade&lt;br /&gt;No corpo o teu alvoroço&lt;br /&gt;Na voz a nossa saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como é que me escapa?&lt;br /&gt;Como é que você me escapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolva-me aquele sono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5583693597715096406?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/5583693597715096406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=5583693597715096406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/5583693597715096406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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aqui e ali&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto com seu odor de vida&lt;br /&gt;Tão certo com seu sabor de bem&lt;br /&gt;Mas essa gente faz que nem sente&lt;br /&gt;Faz que nem desaprende das tortas palavras no manual dos tristes&lt;br /&gt;Numa artrite de sentimentos que primeiro gela a alma&lt;br /&gt;E depois mostra os dentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguem elegantes e sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Numa revoada capenga&lt;br /&gt;Que mergulha em câmera lenta&lt;br /&gt;Até esborrachar cada um em si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aqui e ali&lt;br /&gt;Só apanho&lt;br /&gt;Apanho pela coragem que ofereço&lt;br /&gt;Pela risada de que me atrevo&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor fora de contexto que eu busco e juro um dia alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Apanho&lt;br /&gt;O coração remendado&lt;br /&gt;Trapo de farrapo de meus batimentos&lt;br /&gt;Mas todo alma&lt;br /&gt;Intacta e bela&lt;br /&gt;E assim&lt;br /&gt;Fora dessa panela de medo&lt;br /&gt;Ei de herdar enfim o meu simples e merecido aconchego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6633921301971349739?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6633921301971349739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6633921301971349739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6633921301971349739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6633921301971349739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/02/apanhar-e-preciso.html' title='APANHAR É PRECISO'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5193148173920838314</id><published>2010-02-18T17:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:39:19.054-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AGUENTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S32XEORzmrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/maHRn_uDUgQ/s1600-h/Taquaritinga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S32XEORzmrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/maHRn_uDUgQ/s200/Taquaritinga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439670023741479602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguenta que já vai amanhecer a quarta-feira&lt;br /&gt;A gente se judiou a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive até a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive até o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando você partiu faltou também me levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguenta&lt;br /&gt;Aguenta que não demora mais&lt;br /&gt;O beijo que a gente teimou em deixar pra depois&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5193148173920838314?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/5193148173920838314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=5193148173920838314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2754636328587832763</id><published>2010-02-18T15:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:25:38.792-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NEM FICO</title><content type='html'>Já é a dobra da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que sobra daquele sol&lt;br /&gt;É o cheiro de fel que levo no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o seu jogo vão&lt;br /&gt;Sua sacola cheia de não&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que um dia eu ei de botar um fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é a sola das palavras&lt;br /&gt;A gente fala agora o que a boca nega&lt;br /&gt;E o olho pega e confessa o que a alma quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o seu jogo de doer&lt;br /&gt;Seu abraço na contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que um dia eu ei de botar um fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem fico&lt;br /&gt;Vou embora por aí se esse é o único jeito que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer que não esqueci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é a quina da vontade&lt;br /&gt;Agora a saudade saiu pra cantar&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol é o altar onde deixo flores pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o que a gente vê&lt;br /&gt;O que a gente prevê&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que um dia eu ei de botar um fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2754636328587832763?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/2754636328587832763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=2754636328587832763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/2754636328587832763'/><link 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S3CG9LnP86I/AAAAAAAAAOY/H7OQYnE6TY4/s200/olhos_fechados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435993135883744162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não perca o seu tempo em me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Siga quase bem&lt;br /&gt;Diga bem alto que tudo é tão melhor&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol dos teus dias ficou maior&lt;br /&gt;E quando a noite chegar procure lá&lt;br /&gt;E peça segredo aos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gaste o seu tempo pra me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Seja quase alegre&lt;br /&gt;Conte que a minha febre te deixou&lt;br /&gt;Que minha imagem fluorescente te abandonou&lt;br /&gt;E quando a noite chegar procure lá&lt;br /&gt;E peça segredo aos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas peça a um santo qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Pra não me ver por aí&lt;br /&gt;Pois nessa hora &lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos hão de te trair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu peito há de sucumbir&lt;br /&gt;E tremer&lt;br /&gt;E querer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Isso que você inventou ter fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-7107520097369422308?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/7107520097369422308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=7107520097369422308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7107520097369422308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7107520097369422308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-santo-qualquer.html' title='UM SANTO QUALQUER'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S3CG9LnP86I/AAAAAAAAAOY/H7OQYnE6TY4/s72-c/olhos_fechados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-2246896943516865658</id><published>2010-02-03T17:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:53:39.728-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É POR ISSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2nUNYFUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dDrtMEun_k0/s1600-h/atomo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2nUNYFUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dDrtMEun_k0/s200/atomo.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434107751667361650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é maior que você&lt;br /&gt;Maior que a tua casa&lt;br /&gt;Que a tua rua&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu bairro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É maior que a lua&lt;br /&gt;Que o sistema solar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E teima só em morar no coração&lt;br /&gt;Que cabe dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que dói&lt;br /&gt;E é também por isso que algumas vezes somos pessoas melhores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-2246896943516865658?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2nUNYFUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dDrtMEun_k0/s72-c/atomo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6763056332965401899</id><published>2010-02-01T00:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:39:59.358-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRESA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2Y-lgQn40I/AAAAAAAAAOA/7olFOMZAyGc/s1600-h/amanhecendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2Y-lgQn40I/AAAAAAAAAOA/7olFOMZAyGc/s200/amanhecendo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433098814504821570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi você&lt;br /&gt;Estúpido e com medo&lt;br /&gt;Estático e sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Contido num frasco de analgésico&lt;br /&gt;Incabível dentro do seu peito&lt;br /&gt;Sem a possibilidade de um dia morrer&lt;br /&gt;Pois não estava vivendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi você&lt;br /&gt;Chorando tuas besteiras&lt;br /&gt;Mimado de esmolas&lt;br /&gt;Ilhado de olhos cheios de pólvora&lt;br /&gt;Correto para o abate&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso de trocados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra minha surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Em você o escuro que já quase parece posto&lt;br /&gt;É digerido por uma nova manhã&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova&lt;br /&gt;Com ranhuras de respeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas nova e bela&lt;br /&gt;Que da janela do sol a vida atira-se para o teu colo&lt;br /&gt;Teu novo peito confortado e confortável&lt;br /&gt;E você deixa de ser algo&lt;br /&gt;Esquece de ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;E passa a ser alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6763056332965401899?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6763056332965401899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6763056332965401899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6763056332965401899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6763056332965401899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/02/surpresa.html' title='SURPRESA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2Y-lgQn40I/AAAAAAAAAOA/7olFOMZAyGc/s72-c/amanhecendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-5614009931259077630</id><published>2010-01-28T10:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:42:51.512-02:00</updated><title type='text'>0 X 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2GGQCJKqyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cTBFxc5VOko/s1600-h/trave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2GGQCJKqyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cTBFxc5VOko/s200/trave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431770235596876578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que fosse&lt;br /&gt;O que quero e que foge&lt;br /&gt;E que se desisto e paro de correr&lt;br /&gt;Pára também&lt;br /&gt;E me olha&lt;br /&gt;E me espera&lt;br /&gt;E me pede desesperadamente que volte a persegui-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que fosse&lt;br /&gt;O que quero e que me esquece&lt;br /&gt;E que se eu esqueço numa hora&lt;br /&gt;Bate à minha porta&lt;br /&gt;E reclama&lt;br /&gt;E chora&lt;br /&gt;E vai embora só depois que juro jamais jogá-lo fora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-5614009931259077630?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S2GGQCJKqyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cTBFxc5VOko/s72-c/trave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-480835702639900787</id><published>2010-01-22T16:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:03:41.540-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CINCO MINUTOS</title><content type='html'>Fogo de palavra&lt;br /&gt;Bolsa junto ao corpo&lt;br /&gt;Pernas que passavam&lt;br /&gt;Rostos sem sim nem não&lt;br /&gt;Era ali na esquina&lt;br /&gt;Na ponte Octavio Frias&lt;br /&gt;Na linha azul&lt;br /&gt;Na idéia que não abrias ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Teu absurdo doce&lt;br /&gt;Doce e puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio fosso&lt;br /&gt;Banco de couro&lt;br /&gt;Amor de aço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O osso que um cão sonha&lt;br /&gt;Pra amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Pra agora o nunca é nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz de olho calmo&lt;br /&gt;Guarda-chuva aberto&lt;br /&gt;Braços esticados&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho é a contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;Era ali na Sé&lt;br /&gt;No edifício Itália&lt;br /&gt;Num isopor que voa a marginal&lt;br /&gt;Com água quase fria&lt;br /&gt;Quase pura&lt;br /&gt;Quase sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio manco&lt;br /&gt;Marca de cigarro&lt;br /&gt;As câmeras do banco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quero-quero vendo o jogo&lt;br /&gt;Das gramas do Pacaembu&lt;br /&gt;O coração full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Azul no céu da boca&lt;br /&gt;Cinco minutos no nada&lt;br /&gt;Cinco minutos é uma vida&lt;br /&gt;No meio da tarde o amor é uma idéia louca&lt;br /&gt;Que come concreto e aço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-480835702639900787?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/480835702639900787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=480835702639900787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/480835702639900787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/480835702639900787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/01/cinco-minutos.html' title='CINCO MINUTOS'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-1272200904064413677</id><published>2010-01-15T16:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:31:25.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SEI BEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S1C0VsXgewI/AAAAAAAAANw/KXl0rqvATAw/s1600-h/calendario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S1C0VsXgewI/AAAAAAAAANw/KXl0rqvATAw/s200/calendario.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427035835761457922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso ou a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Um amor ou vaidade&lt;br /&gt;No final do dia a cama é onde a gente confessa o que tem vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço ou a benção&lt;br /&gt;Um cargo ou o coração&lt;br /&gt;No final do dia a cama é onde a gente tira a roupa de toda ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem de você&lt;br /&gt;É tudo agora e é só o que eu sei fazer&lt;br /&gt;Passa então&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é bom&lt;br /&gt;O que me dói é teu retrato em minha mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma sala ou o mar&lt;br /&gt;Uma bolsa ou o ar&lt;br /&gt;No fundo da gente é onde ainda passam as tardes daquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem de você&lt;br /&gt;É tudo agora e é só o que eu sei querer&lt;br /&gt;Espera então&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é são&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora dessas eu me esparramo no seu colchão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-1272200904064413677?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/1272200904064413677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=1272200904064413677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1272200904064413677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1272200904064413677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/01/sei-bem.html' title='SEI BEM'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S1C0VsXgewI/AAAAAAAAANw/KXl0rqvATAw/s72-c/calendario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-476687931520447453</id><published>2010-01-13T15:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:05:57.542-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O SEU TAMBÉM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S039beaUTVI/AAAAAAAAANo/k8CVJ4qxRu0/s1600-h/loucura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S039beaUTVI/AAAAAAAAANo/k8CVJ4qxRu0/s200/loucura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426271774513057106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do seu metro quadrado de realidade analgésica&lt;br /&gt;Tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou dos loucos que não cabem no teu armário&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou daqueles que não decoraram o calendário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem voa para o sul no inverno o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tem razão então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que vai me amar só o tempo que durar a canção&lt;br /&gt;Confortável então?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece quantas canções eu posso inventar&lt;br /&gt;Pra deixar doido também o seu coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-476687931520447453?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/476687931520447453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=476687931520447453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/476687931520447453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/476687931520447453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-seu-tambem.html' title='O SEU TAMBÉM'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S039beaUTVI/AAAAAAAAANo/k8CVJ4qxRu0/s72-c/loucura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-1298338343971305922</id><published>2010-01-08T12:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:41:52.661-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOFADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S0dEJR6WfgI/AAAAAAAAANg/g9GmtM7svAY/s1600-h/edredon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S0dEJR6WfgI/AAAAAAAAANg/g9GmtM7svAY/s200/edredon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424379202408709634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde vamos depois que o led se apagar?&lt;br /&gt;Onde vamos?&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amp esfriar&lt;br /&gt;Quando o hálito de cana permear a boca&lt;br /&gt;Suave e doce&lt;br /&gt;Uma puta sem sexo que faz nosso peito descansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde vamos quando o relógio bocejar?&lt;br /&gt;Onde vamos?&lt;br /&gt;Quando acaba o lá fora&lt;br /&gt;E a vida acontece aqui dentro e agora&lt;br /&gt;Gentil e pura&lt;br /&gt;A aventura sem fama que só a gente pode provar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora onde não há toalha sobre a cama&lt;br /&gt;Sandália&lt;br /&gt;Vestido&lt;br /&gt;Pão dormido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde vamos depois que o dia acordar?&lt;br /&gt;Onde vamos?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a sala esfriar&lt;br /&gt;E guardar ainda o resto da noite que passou&lt;br /&gt;Certo e fértil&lt;br /&gt;A almofada onde agora a minha cabeça vai descansar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-1298338343971305922?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/1298338343971305922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=1298338343971305922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1298338343971305922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/1298338343971305922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/01/almofada.html' title='ALMOFADA'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S0dEJR6WfgI/AAAAAAAAANg/g9GmtM7svAY/s72-c/edredon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-3025476012441423215</id><published>2010-01-07T18:55:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:02:10.582-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S0ZK8iR_OvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uEE2M-6Z29I/s1600-h/CARNAVAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/S0ZK8iR_OvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uEE2M-6Z29I/s200/CARNAVAL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424105205069200114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue tudo que te faz tão letal&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ver você assim&lt;br /&gt;Sem disfarce&lt;br /&gt;Sem sutileza pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Só deixe o batom&lt;br /&gt;Pra eu saber o quanto teu veneno é bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue tudo que te faz tão letal&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te ganhar assim&lt;br /&gt;Esse nada&lt;br /&gt;Essa cortina sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Teu perfume de sol&lt;br /&gt;Espalhado pelo meu gasto lençol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda logo&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem tenho pressa&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu peito é uma festa&lt;br /&gt;Que passa convidando só quem pode me acompanhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-3025476012441423215?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/3025476012441423215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=3025476012441423215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-7776980770026966216</id><published>2010-01-06T16:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:19:16.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FOSSE</title><content type='html'>Que fosse um doce&lt;br /&gt;Perdido do outro lado do vidro de um bar&lt;br /&gt;Em oitenta e alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Em janeiro&lt;br /&gt;O dia ensolarado&lt;br /&gt;O sol todo ensopado da água que eu espalhava&lt;br /&gt;Quando meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;De alegre se debatia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse a missa&lt;br /&gt;Que de longe acontecia sem me causar náuseas&lt;br /&gt;Em oitenta e aquela coisa&lt;br /&gt;Em janeiro&lt;br /&gt;O dia acabado&lt;br /&gt;A noite chegando do fundo de um sábado&lt;br /&gt;Quando minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Passeava pela vida toda despreocupada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fosse aquela hora&lt;br /&gt;O passo que viria&lt;br /&gt;A página que chegaria&lt;br /&gt;Com letras grandes&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente me revelando o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor primeiro, sorvete depois...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-7776980770026966216?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/7776980770026966216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=7776980770026966216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7776980770026966216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/7776980770026966216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2010/01/fosse.html' title='FOSSE'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6571920924289061976</id><published>2009-12-21T19:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:02:07.647-02:00</updated><title type='text'>QUINQUILHARIAS</title><content type='html'>Se eu fosse mais moço que a lua&lt;br /&gt;Eu saberia do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu saberia alimentar todo o mar&lt;br /&gt;Com isso do meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse tão louco quanto o céu&lt;br /&gt;Eu viveria no teu armário&lt;br /&gt;Eu esconderia os encantos do dia&lt;br /&gt;Embaixo do meu chapéu azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou girar enquanto esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Até cair de bêbado&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu obedeça meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá a gente se vê&lt;br /&gt;Para um sim ou para um não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse mais moço que a lua&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardaria as ruas&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardaria essa doce estima&lt;br /&gt;No bolso do meu paletó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou girar enquanto esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Até voar de bêbado&lt;br /&gt;Das quinquilharias do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até lá a gente se vê&lt;br /&gt;Pra um sim&lt;br /&gt;O que mais então?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6571920924289061976?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6571920924289061976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6571920924289061976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6571920924289061976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6571920924289061976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2009/12/quinquilharias.html' title='QUINQUILHARIAS'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-4655560731177670513</id><published>2009-12-18T16:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:34:34.938-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E DEPOIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/SyvLBXkOLII/AAAAAAAAANI/P4dQRJU7Les/s1600-h/mo%C3%A7a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/SyvLBXkOLII/AAAAAAAAANI/P4dQRJU7Les/s200/mo%C3%A7a.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416646201209400450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem medo de doer&lt;br /&gt;Está tão longe de nós qualquer falsa razão&lt;br /&gt;A noite chegou&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos engolir dentro da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem medo de acabar&lt;br /&gt;Está tão bom agora que estamos à vontade&lt;br /&gt;A lua brotou&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero te dar o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem medo de rir&lt;br /&gt;Já ventou sobre o nosso colchão&lt;br /&gt;A porta fechou&lt;br /&gt;Vamos caber num só lado da cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem medo de amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Está tão lúcido o sonho que nos estende a mão&lt;br /&gt;O olho fechou&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero te dar o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois...&lt;br /&gt;E depois...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-4655560731177670513?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/4655560731177670513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=4655560731177670513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4655560731177670513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/4655560731177670513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-depois.html' title='E DEPOIS'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/SyvLBXkOLII/AAAAAAAAANI/P4dQRJU7Les/s72-c/mo%C3%A7a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-6905518313282853189</id><published>2009-12-18T10:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:30:07.403-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMAIS ESQUECER</title><content type='html'>Um dia lá onde eu sempre vou&lt;br /&gt;O gosto então vai clarear&lt;br /&gt;O riso então vai levantar da cama e passear em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia lá onde eu sempre vou&lt;br /&gt;O choro vai sossegar&lt;br /&gt;Vai sentar-se ao céu pra sonhar o que vem de bom amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E descida nesta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Você vai se perguntar por que dobram o dorso das flores quando o vento passa&lt;br /&gt;Você vai arriar tua alma das pernas pra assim me buscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui onde eu sempre vou&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia lá onde eu sempre vou&lt;br /&gt;A mão então vai equalizar&lt;br /&gt;A juventude e a idade sentarão juntas no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia lá onde eu sempre vou&lt;br /&gt;A chuva vai sossegar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa brotar o que eu guardei no teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Deixa brotar o que eu guardei no teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E descida nesta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Você vai saber do que eu vivia louco pra confessar naqueles dias de confusão&lt;br /&gt;Você vai arriar tua alma das pernas pra assim me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu jamais vou esquecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8037407917885064385-6905518313282853189?l=botecoteco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/feeds/6905518313282853189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8037407917885064385&amp;postID=6905518313282853189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6905518313282853189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8037407917885064385/posts/default/6905518313282853189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://botecoteco.blogspot.com/2009/12/jamais-esquecer.html' title='JAMAIS ESQUECER'/><author><name>Beto Renzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033948818367774133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/THSJgPlaRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2N_YFI6BThE/S220/DSCN0864.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8037407917885064385.post-7465004023067351489</id><published>2009-12-17T12:41:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:53:55.007-02:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANDO EU POSSO COMEÇAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/SypDyDT6NMI/AAAAAAAAANA/0mL3yMfKfB4/s1600-h/entao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiBdkp1N-pE/SypDyDT6NMI/AAAAAAAAANA/0mL3yMfKfB4/s200/entao.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416216029027775682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um sorriso ao fim do dia&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma luz pra se apagar&lt;br /&gt;Mais um filme bem baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma pílula pra dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã também&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite de quinta&lt;br /&gt;Mais um trago de pinga&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma bossa pra cantar&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma saudade pra chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma festa pra fingir&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma menina pra beijar&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez voltar pra casa&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma pílula antes de deitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã também&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um feriado e estamos aí&lt;br /&gt;Mais um trago noutro bar&lt;br /&gt;Mais um porre no carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma quarta-feira pra dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia numa sala qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Mais um tapinha nas minhas costas&lt;br /&gt;Mais um café às nove da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vontade de cair no colo dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã também&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um riso pode resolver&lt;br /&gt;Me conta quando é que eu posso começar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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