<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:25:10.393-02:00</updated><category term='Tempo'/><category term='Outros Autores'/><category term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><category term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><category term='Pensamentos soltos'/><category term='Meus Preferidos'/><category term='Deliríos'/><category term='Minhas escritas'/><category term='Pirâmide'/><category term='Contos Reais'/><category term='Desabafo'/><category term='minha alma'/><title type='text'>Sombras De Anjo</title><subtitle type='html'>Eu sou uma sombra na chegada e 
o vulto de partida...Sou um anjo 
de fases ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8257675338665233722</id><published>2012-02-09T13:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:33:11.800-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu grito saiu , a dor ficou ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8257675338665233722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8257675338665233722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8257675338665233722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8257675338665233722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/02/meu-grito-saiu-dor-ficou.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2073086819304960388</id><published>2012-02-08T14:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T14:11:08.693-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

                                      

                                          Eu, sinto falta de sentir Saudade...

    Lidi Dias














</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2073086819304960388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2073086819304960388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2073086819304960388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2073086819304960388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-sinto-falta-de-sentir-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEJefNXulRo/TzKdw4DsOHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZhY9dNdQlVE/s72-c/faz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3712405799863997801</id><published>2012-02-07T12:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:14:19.930-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey !Eu sei que a estrada é de terra,correr  fará respirar poeira...
Caminhe devagar, Amor ...
Vá, mas não deixe rastros,
O vento se carrega de levar o resto...
Agora vá Amor...

Lidi Dias
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3712405799863997801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3712405799863997801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3712405799863997801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3712405799863997801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-eu-sei-que-estrada-e-de-terracorrer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-5719651402753598042</id><published>2012-02-06T02:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T02:02:19.934-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Morreríamos sem ar, sem fome, com sede</title><summary type='text'>Se o amor fosse morte , se a dor fosse sorte,quem sabe seriamos felizes outra vez...
Iriamos morrer mais de uma vez ao ano ,ou de tanto amor, morreríamos mil vezes em 24 horas.
Dormiríamos em covas de flores brancas ou mesmo nas vermelhas, emaranhados de querer mais e mais um ao outro,de pouco em pouco a  cada segundo,na busca de um pouco de ar para nos libertar de uma febre que só a morte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5719651402753598042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=5719651402753598042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5719651402753598042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5719651402753598042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/02/morreriamos-sem-ar-sem-fome-com-sede.html' title='Morreríamos sem ar, sem fome, com sede'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-1546129863167253569</id><published>2012-02-06T01:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:24:18.839-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estória</title><summary type='text'>Sinta o cheiro do velho livro, que te faça espirrar no momento que quiseres ler...
Deixe o vento tocar o seu rosto, bagunçar o seu cabelo,como velhas manias...
Não se faça de Santo, não se esconda entre o seu manto, pois sim , não és...
Solte as borboletas de seu estômago, eu sei, que te faz bem...
Tome a tristeza em doses. Fique bêbado, dê risada de sua própria melancolia.Saiba compartilhar um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1546129863167253569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=1546129863167253569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/1546129863167253569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/1546129863167253569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/02/estoria.html' title='Estória'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4173015530990701715</id><published>2012-02-06T00:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:45:28.348-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só o tempo..</title><summary type='text'>A mudança tende de vir de dentro para fora...
Essa mudança repentina não se compra em loja,brechó ...Só o tempo poderá doar ...
_ Você já se olhou no espelho hoje ?   Viu alguma mudança ?
Todos os dias mudamos.Isso é fato.
Não é só o "estilo" que se pode ver enfrente ao espelho.Ou que alguém só te enxergará neste vasto mundo o externo. Isso seria vil demais na minha teoria démodé.Ao se olhar no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4173015530990701715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4173015530990701715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4173015530990701715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4173015530990701715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-o-tempo.html' title='Só o tempo..'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-5667484823017760871</id><published>2012-02-05T16:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:25:54.089-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As vezes pode parecer ironia,
ácido, falso .
retrato caótico, limitado.
amargo.

Quase verdade,
palavra sem rima .
retórico , antiquado.

Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5667484823017760871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=5667484823017760871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5667484823017760871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5667484823017760871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/02/as-vezes-pode-parecer-ironia-acido.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3152758765213716458</id><published>2012-02-01T12:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:05:06.042-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um dia quem sabe irás saber o peso da angústia.
Aquelas palavras queriam ser abraçadas ,o tempo não deixava...
A bola de cristal que caía sobre a cabeça,o medo de perder a memória ..
Ia embora, lentamente o desejo de refazer as malas e partir para bem longe...
E se um dia se quer existiu esse passado,
Falará mais alto nas montanhas....
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3152758765213716458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3152758765213716458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3152758765213716458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3152758765213716458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-dia-quem-sabe-iras-saber-o-peso-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-350512521096804331</id><published>2012-01-29T17:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:26:45.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembra?</title><summary type='text'>Há quanto tempo não olho em teus olhos?
Posso passar anos , sem ver sua face ...mas seus olhos estão guardados dentro de mim ..
Você já contou quantos cigarros fumamos juntos nesses anos ?Era bom , porque sempre fazia você esperar , ascendendo um cigarro atrás do outro , assim ficava mais tempo ao seu lado...
Você se lembra de quantas músicas já me cantou... acho que duas ... até que para os meus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/350512521096804331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=350512521096804331' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/350512521096804331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/350512521096804331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/01/lembra.html' title='Lembra?'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-1483888117730992891</id><published>2012-01-27T01:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T01:03:15.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>[...]</title><summary type='text'>Não tenha medo de seguir adiante .
A luz que se apaga
ascende novamente...
[novamente]...

O medo que se rende
nem sempre vence...
[vence]...

A dor que se sente
nem sempre
 prende...
[prende]...

O coração da gente
ninguém entende...
[entende]...

Lidi Dias
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1483888117730992891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=1483888117730992891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/1483888117730992891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/1483888117730992891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='[...]'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGs3HRwnqao/TyIRfkjz_BI/AAAAAAAAAeU/J1eEb0O0am4/s72-c/entende.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4453439763780352850</id><published>2012-01-18T11:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:58:06.723-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que caía sobre mim 
O mais doce pecado... 
Que se desfaça de outrora 
A tristeza persistente...

As lágrimas em rios 
De sorrisos teus...
No frouxo sonho
De viver a realidade
Inexistente ao te ver.

Faça nascer a mais bela loucura..
O fascinante desejo 
De viver lentamente...

Lidi Dias


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4453439763780352850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4453439763780352850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4453439763780352850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4453439763780352850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-caia-sobre-mim-o-mais-doce-pecado.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-9008883252208218270</id><published>2012-01-14T02:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T02:49:08.269-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As poucas palavras que te ergue são suas atitudes...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/9008883252208218270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=9008883252208218270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/9008883252208218270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/9008883252208218270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-poucas-palavras-que-te-ergue-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3081945045376270485</id><published>2012-01-14T01:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:39:15.761-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poema
que rima com seu nome...
que  me fez sentir,
fluir, expor e viver o que não pensei em viver...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3081945045376270485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3081945045376270485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3081945045376270485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3081945045376270485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/01/poema-que-rima-com-seu-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2087182449504595779</id><published>2012-01-05T12:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:44:29.471-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Era pouco que se apagou [...]</title><summary type='text'>Hoje sei que o amor é complicado,que mesmo estando lado a lado,podemos estar cultivando um inimigo ao nosso lado...
Sei também que a pressa é inimiga da perfeição;- "Por que Amor , tens sempre pressa?"
Não me arrependo de nada que vivi;Arrisquei dando um pouco de mim...Aqui não existe Vazio para compartilhar,nem lamento a me queixar,nem saudade a me bater.Não era pouco,não foi pouco...Era fogo,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2087182449504595779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2087182449504595779' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2087182449504595779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2087182449504595779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/01/era-pouco-que-se-apagou.html' title='Era pouco que se apagou [...]'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3778849048866203493</id><published>2012-01-03T19:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:41:38.459-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



"Ela:_O que você fez nesse meio tempo ?""Ele:_Senti SAUDADE [...]"         Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3778849048866203493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3778849048866203493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3778849048866203493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3778849048866203493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2012/01/elao-que-voce-fez-nesse-meio-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh2HO6xnq4w/TwN1nRHjZqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bQ626Ws8VYk/s72-c/sau.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-510990501852347481</id><published>2011-12-29T09:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:36:19.370-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><summary type='text'>Você a cria,

cultiva, vivi nela,

constrói castelinhos de areia,

mares de chocolate,

flores com sabor de céu,



pisa em nuvens 

e olha para o alto e lá está o chão...

Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/510990501852347481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=510990501852347481' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/510990501852347481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/510990501852347481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/12/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SnkRB0KfxvE/TvxQRg5_nVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/t9rSt4jSIYs/s72-c/sentime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8299201406250876835</id><published>2011-12-21T13:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:37:50.854-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desde dos velhos tempos,
Olhos castanhos,
Cor da tempestade ...
Cor do desapego...
Cor do mel que adoça os dias amargos...
Era neles que não deixei de pensar, nem mesmo nos sonhos,nos mantras,nas cartas,nas esquinas,
Eu o procurava...
E como procurei,até que achei ...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8299201406250876835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8299201406250876835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8299201406250876835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8299201406250876835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/12/desde-dos-velhos-tempos-olhos-castanhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-665233633114359417</id><published>2011-12-20T22:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:43:33.463-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por alguns minutos, a vida perdeu o sentido...Palavras vagam no deserto;
Agora é guerra silenciosa que destrói o castelo de areia,
Ou será o vento que amedronta e traz a tempestade?
Esses miseráveis minutos se tornam eternos...O tempo é egoísta demais ou será eu?
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/665233633114359417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=665233633114359417' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/665233633114359417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/665233633114359417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/12/por-alguns-minutos-vida-perdeu-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-7949332342378115092</id><published>2011-12-19T17:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:48:35.385-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedras</title><summary type='text'>Minha solidão morava em outros braços
Que apertado , foi se um lar...
Cabia mais gosto de gostar.

Não tinha caminho ,
Pedras,pedras
E pedras nunca se desfazem ...

Amor de um lado...
Amor do outro...
Pedras são duras
que perduram
quebrar ?

Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7949332342378115092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=7949332342378115092' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/7949332342378115092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/7949332342378115092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/12/pedras.html' title='Pedras'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2538028478701351350</id><published>2011-12-17T12:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:01:22.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Nada  impede de sentir : amor é amor .
Se isso é falso , não saberei as notas de cor...
Teria esquecido os acordes do violão..?
Será um erro,errar as notas?
Deslizar os dedos nas cordas ,
Cantar a letra ao contrário ,
Batucar quando o silêncio grita...
e o afago aumenta ...
Lidi Dias

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2538028478701351350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2538028478701351350' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2538028478701351350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2538028478701351350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/12/nada-de-sentir-amor-e-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4530361246935665263</id><published>2011-12-12T16:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:00:49.350-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deliríos'/><title type='text'>Talvez...</title><summary type='text'>
Um tanto pouco para embriagar a minha vida...

Alegrar , talvez...

Já não me faço perguntas designado ao destino e tão pouco a sua vida...

Minha , talvez...



Coloque mais peso na barca

reme a sua lágrima

Mergulhe no vazio

do teu medo

do teu corpo

Faça o paraíso mais que um parque de diversões 

é tão fútil ?Inútil?

Talvez...

Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4530361246935665263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4530361246935665263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4530361246935665263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4530361246935665263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/12/talvez.html' title='Talvez...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4664674832939410841</id><published>2011-12-12T14:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:48:54.685-02:00</updated><title type='text'>13 de outubro de 2011</title><summary type='text'>
O amor é algo que desconheço por gente, por nome.
Ele é maior do que qualquer outra coisa no mundo, você já parou para senti-lo?
O ar se torna mais puro,o céu nublado fica ainda mais lindo...
Gritar em nome do amor , não é nada,dizer que ama ou amou ...
Amar não é apenas sofrer , desesperar.O amor supera a dor!
Eu cansei de usar clichês em minhas frases "na qual eu dizia sofrer"...
Não quer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4664674832939410841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4664674832939410841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4664674832939410841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4664674832939410841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/12/13-de-outubro-de-2011.html' title='13 de outubro de 2011'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp-68MGKvwA/TuYv387y6qI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cI8yAIurGVU/s72-c/liber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2308543190953184119</id><published>2011-09-15T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:20:25.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Eu Quero.</title><summary type='text'>Eu quero amar mais.


Sofrer menos
do mesmo amor...

Eu quero abraçar mais,
falar menos...

Eu quero sentir o mínimo de saudade...
Te ver mais.
Beijar mais.
Ouvir mais.

Eu quero sorrir mais.Quero te ver sorrir em paz.
Lidi dias 

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2308543190953184119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2308543190953184119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2308543190953184119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2308543190953184119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-quero.html' title='Eu Quero.'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgBebzlaEUo/TnKx4z24x2I/AAAAAAAAAdA/CzotsTUGYtw/s72-c/ilove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6590276775686386150</id><published>2011-09-11T01:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:56:47.424-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>Quase ...</title><summary type='text'>O Livro só tem vida quando o leitor abre a primeira página,lê o prefácio e vai para o primeiro capítulo...
Por mais que as palavras estejam prontas para serem lidas, elas ficam caladas,intactas,sobrevivem no mundo morto do autor.
Mas,quando o leitor começa a ler,dará vida própria para os personagens,entraremos na história e muitas vezes roubamos a cena por nos identificar com o personagem.

Hoje </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6590276775686386150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6590276775686386150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6590276775686386150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6590276775686386150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/09/quase.html' title='Quase ...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-951010194601203292</id><published>2011-09-08T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:48:07.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cavar o  buraco.
Costurar o remendado.
Procurar o  achado.
Lembrar do esquecido
Fazer planos que já foram planejados.
Rezar para que eu ache um outro canto
alento,seguro,pedra,fogo,encanto,
num canto qualquer dos seus planos...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/951010194601203292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=951010194601203292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/951010194601203292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/951010194601203292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/09/cavar-o-costurar-o-remendado.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-5230002623840917133</id><published>2011-09-07T17:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:42:27.786-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho dentro de outro sonho I</title><summary type='text'>
É tão meu,
Doce, triste,
Só.

Vive no meu mundo...
Se perde no meu nada...
Se encontra no meu labirinto...
É tão eu.

Livre,leve...
Pena,pena,pena...
De ser tão meu,
quando eu não sou só tua.

Lidi Dias


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5230002623840917133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=5230002623840917133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5230002623840917133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5230002623840917133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-sonho-dentro-de-outro-sonho-i.html' title='Um sonho dentro de outro sonho I'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6414429412448467796</id><published>2011-09-03T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:04:29.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
De velho se fez pó,

De novo se fez viver...

Na clareira que fez o sol nascer,

 Se pões no seu lugar...



Lidi Dias






</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6414429412448467796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6414429412448467796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6414429412448467796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6414429412448467796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-velho-se-fez-po-de-novo-se-fez-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4334524661508754377</id><published>2011-08-31T00:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:10:42.782-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim ?</title><summary type='text'>

O fim é triste, angustiante, egoísta,dramático,feliz e triste de novo.

Final de filme,vida,amor, noite,despedida...é dramático,causa desespero, dor que vem de outro mundo,entra dentro da gente e aquece o coração com vazio...

Nesse momento de fins , volta a fita inteira e alimenta com restos de felicidade a nossa tristeza.

O mundo acaba, remorso,ri de nervosismo, tudo é sentido ao mesmo tempo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4334524661508754377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4334524661508754377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4334524661508754377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4334524661508754377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/08/fim.html' title='Fim ?'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8426438748908528509</id><published>2011-08-30T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:18:34.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu  queria olhar a luz da tua tristeza que sorri,faz soar uma gargalhada muda...
Ouvir o teu silêncio que conforta, sentir em pequenas frações de segundos o abraço que comporta o mundo...
Olhar aquele encanto que só você tem.
Sentir a imensidão no vazio ao segurar as tuas mãos...
Eu queria,mas já não posso mais...
Lidi Dias






</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8426438748908528509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8426438748908528509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8426438748908528509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8426438748908528509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-olhar-luz-da-tua-tristeza-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8045992490966057623</id><published>2011-08-30T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:35:49.338-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Não diga a verdade</title><summary type='text'>Não te iludas com teu engano
De onde ou como nos amamos....
Distantes, em outros cantos...


Não diga a verdade
Que sossega o meu tormento
De alimentar o desejo 
Do teu sossego.


Não, não me faça 
Ir ao teu encontro
De fazer os teus encantos...


Saborear o que não tem gosto...
Saciar a sede de quem já tem dono!
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8045992490966057623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8045992490966057623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8045992490966057623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8045992490966057623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-diga-verdade.html' title='Não diga a verdade'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3452678035454511449</id><published>2011-08-22T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:58:39.885-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não bebi da tua fonte, tão pouco desejei o teu calorDa tua pressa ...Da tua angústia de liderar corações moles...
Teu vício promiscuo que fascinava os olhares que passavamna avenidado teu mundo.
Era pouco quetransbordava a tua vida no copo cheio de tristezas...
Cicatrizes pichadas nos murosna esquinada tua casaa beleza suspirandopor um amor cheio de lágrimas...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3452678035454511449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3452678035454511449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3452678035454511449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3452678035454511449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-bebi-da-tua-fonte-tao-pouco-desejei.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Xwuna_0Og/TlL3992QR1I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Vb98AbzQT4U/s72-c/s500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8554258616634906039</id><published>2011-08-18T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:17:52.285-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sentir o infinito, profundo e belo é o amor , que velho persiste reacender dentro de mim.O velho estava espremido, vê-lo renascer faz outra pessoa nascer,que faz o mundo girar rápido demais para desviar dos olhos que um dia me fez sorrir.Esses olhos ... há tempos que não o encontro , uma semana, um mês? Não importa,todo o tempo que passou seria eterno sem encontra-los.E que saudade ...Essa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8554258616634906039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8554258616634906039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8554258616634906039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8554258616634906039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/08/sentir-o-infinito-profundo-e-belo-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3392204550601961093</id><published>2011-08-11T16:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:36:44.474-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lembrança nunca foi embora, pois é semelhante olha-la , e vive-la novamente, Doí!
Seu perfume não saiu da roupa, a voz abafada não parou de cantar em meu ouvido... Suspiro...
Sinto, perdura sentir essa dor que correi o meu corpo,fico tonta de pensar e vê-lo me faz girar...
Perco o chão ,se desfaz em pó as pessoas que me rodeiam ,mas você não.
Essa dor não é amor, são cicatrizes que restaram de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3392204550601961093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3392204550601961093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3392204550601961093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3392204550601961093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/08/lembranca-nunca-foi-embora-pois-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4E0zAEFcNU/TkQsdrsvRDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nEw-pNoR07w/s72-c/tristeza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-1044869985034639696</id><published>2011-08-07T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:41:52.070-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><title type='text'>Casa vazia</title><summary type='text'>
Agoniada de saudade 

na casa vazia de sonhos 

prontos para se realizar...




Lá fora

há um mundo desconhecido,

que chego a pensar : O que será ?




Um começo sempre termina por um novo fim.




Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1044869985034639696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=1044869985034639696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/1044869985034639696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/1044869985034639696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/08/casa-vazia.html' title='Casa vazia'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6461950972467200629</id><published>2011-07-21T20:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:01:39.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>Objetos Velhos</title><summary type='text'>Não quero mais, botas velhas, porcelana quebrada para enfeitar a sala.
Enfeita-se o que com objetos velhos e desgastados?! Nada.
Acumula mais poeira,perde-se um bom tempo limpando e ainda por cima , corre o risco de se cortar ao limpar porcelana quebrada.
No caso das botas, depois de um tempo, os pés crescem e começa a incomodar.
É ...  as vezes é melhor deixar vazia todas as prateleiras, e doar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6461950972467200629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6461950972467200629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6461950972467200629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6461950972467200629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-quero-mais-botas-velhas-porcelana.html' title='Objetos Velhos'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOJPTODl3II/Tii5e5QbcdI/AAAAAAAAAco/47XiXeU8ue8/s72-c/hoem+reciclavel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6648049944355189537</id><published>2011-07-19T20:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:34:35.785-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Julho</title><summary type='text'>Entraste em devaneios como sempre,
Suspira.
Geme.
Reage.
Se lamenta,foge.
Se reage, fica!
Impossível?
 Não fala,treme!
Não cala, geme!
Suspira quando parece ficar distante, se prende em um vazio sem fim,
se joga num abismo de dúvidas fatais !
 Não volte!
Não sinta.
Não se lamente.
Beba,cospe, gema, engula o que nunca terás coragem de dizer...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6648049944355189537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6648049944355189537' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6648049944355189537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6648049944355189537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/julho.html' title='Julho'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-5743746726285037795</id><published>2011-07-17T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:15:38.049-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não precisa estar vivo para viver...Lidi Dias
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5743746726285037795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=5743746726285037795' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5743746726285037795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5743746726285037795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-precisa-estar-vivo-para-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Y0IfF_X8I/TiM0nGMOQYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rhjskqXumDY/s72-c/Passaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8294795491520490896</id><published>2011-07-14T19:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:57:36.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há tantos outros meios de morrer...
Nunca sabemos a hora certa da nossa morte...
Sempre morremos um dia a pós o outro ...
Uma hora a pós a outra...
Sempre, sempre levamos alguém ...sempre!
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8294795491520490896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8294795491520490896' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8294795491520490896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8294795491520490896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha-tantos-outros-meios-de-morrer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXvU9zV8Bqo/Th90OblU17I/AAAAAAAAAbI/HfitkJhjcLk/s72-c/A+morte+de+Sandman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8565614584894134175</id><published>2011-07-05T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:26:56.837-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mande um adeus de lá,
Não existirá mais eu.
Nem ego.
Você desistirá de caminhar na avenida da vida.
Eu, estarei  lá no fim, a te esperar..
Vá, Deus sabe o que virá!
 Mas de mim,já não sei mais voar.
Lidi Dias



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8565614584894134175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8565614584894134175' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8565614584894134175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8565614584894134175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/mande-um-adeus-de-la-nao-existira-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gn9-vt5HSDY/ThOPBWyYqsI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4yj5akXZMYM/s72-c/darkeest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2424146530439069565</id><published>2011-07-03T20:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:42:17.663-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Cansei de amar de mais...</title><summary type='text'>Cansei de caminhar na mesma rotina,te ver passar e saber que já não há tempo para voltar.Cansei de esperar sua saudade bater na minha porta...e ouvir suas dúvidas camufladas, a me dizer o que sentia,e nada tinha,a não ser a solidão a dar para quem te amava.Cansei de suspirar seus lamentos,e tentar caminhar no mesmo passo do teu descaso.Cansei de olhar nos teus olhos, que fingia fugir dentro de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2424146530439069565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2424146530439069565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2424146530439069565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2424146530439069565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/cansei-de-amar-de-mais.html' title='Cansei de amar de mais...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9etbWQoidis/ThD9KRuuEaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KW3Ny-CzfKo/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8935877886020476602</id><published>2011-07-03T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:19:25.680-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escuro, frio e solidão!
Por favor, mais uma dose de amor e esperança na mesa 7...

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8935877886020476602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8935877886020476602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8935877886020476602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8935877886020476602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/escuro-frio-e-solidao-por-favor-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaxsgpYmCLM/ThCxuZZZ19I/AAAAAAAAAa0/_ZYWOqG85Xc/s72-c/bebi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6808318226825607724</id><published>2011-06-30T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:48:33.581-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros Autores'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tempo PerdidoLegião UrbanaTodos os dias quando acordo
Não tenho mais
O tempo que passou
Mas tenho muito tempo
Temos todo o tempo do mundo...Todos os dias
Antes de dormir
Lembro e esqueço
Como foi o dia
Sempre em frente
Não temos tempo a perder...Nosso suor sagrado
É bem mais belo
Que esse sangue amargo
E tão sério
E Selvagem! Selvagem!
Selvagem!...Veja o sol
Dessa manhã tão cinza
A tempestade que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6808318226825607724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6808318226825607724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6808318226825607724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6808318226825607724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/06/tempo-perdido-legiao-urbana-todos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3217766514824486775</id><published>2011-06-26T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:38:15.971-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'>Lá</title><summary type='text'>Não existe mais chão, há cinzas e solidão.
Só restaram sensações,frio,calor,pequeno, grande...Faz um bem que anestesia as minhas lembranças,mas logo após um trago,volta a ser em vão...Um vazio quente,indeciso,frio por saudade.Um vazio que cabe mais de uma possibilidade.Lidi Dias
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3217766514824486775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3217766514824486775' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3217766514824486775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3217766514824486775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/06/la.html' title='Lá'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-9139404754228498074</id><published>2011-06-21T19:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:42:52.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'>Indo... indo...</title><summary type='text'>Empilho livros para ler e não leio.
Marco encontros e não vou.
Não vejo a hora de passar os cinco dias da semana, para chegar o final de semana e não sentir vontade de sair.
E me pergunto porque da pressa , que sempre me espera.
Simplesmente me trancafio dentro do quarto,nem mais sono tenho...
O silêncio agora faz mais parte de mim, do que eu dele,o tempo vai consumindo todos os meus vícios,o meu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/9139404754228498074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=9139404754228498074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/9139404754228498074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/9139404754228498074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/06/indo-indo.html' title='Indo... indo...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_tTISatNL0U/TgEdnKhP0KI/AAAAAAAAAao/aetN4MBmd80/s72-c/sozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2690168435066364468</id><published>2011-06-14T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:45:52.495-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>A Saudade</title><summary type='text'>A saudade grita no ouvido surdo,
no vazio entre um e outro segundo.

Cresce entre dois corpos,
quilômetros, metros
altura, largura...

Vasculha o passado,
faz sopa do presente
e deixa o futuro de sobremesa.

A saudade vê se com olhos,
saboreando lembranças
que cresce discretamente
dentro da alma crua.

Faz se presente em dias de sol,
em tempos nublados...

A saudade mente,reacende,
esconde a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2690168435066364468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2690168435066364468' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2690168435066364468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2690168435066364468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/06/saudade.html' title='A Saudade'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSp4TgI_41M/TfgAZw6pUII/AAAAAAAAAaY/rg0DjL98WKY/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8966563251657512317</id><published>2011-06-12T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:33:05.231-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deliríos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não abra a boca para falar o que sei.
Feche os olhos,
me esqueça de uma vez.
Sente-se !
Eu não voltarei.

Faça suas malas,
jogue as chaves fora.
Pegue o que é seu...
E,vá embora!
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8966563251657512317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8966563251657512317' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8966563251657512317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8966563251657512317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-abra-boca-para-falar-o-que-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8438220665518631687</id><published>2011-06-12T15:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:43:08.599-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ó ruas antigas! ó casas antigas! ó pernas antigas! Todos nós éramos antigos, e não é preciso dizer que no mau sentido, no sentido de velho e acabado. (Dom Casmurro)
Ainda me lembro do teu andar na rua triste,seus olhos não queriam ir embora...Sua alma ficava aqui, seu coração lá...Caminhávamos naquela rua , sentávamos na calçada e conversávamos um tanto bom.Um tanto bom sobre nós na solidão.Nunca</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8438220665518631687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8438220665518631687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8438220665518631687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8438220665518631687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-ruas-antigas-o-casas-antigas-o-pernas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRYMZr0cAJ0/TfUHsD-9pgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/lw6U5Be4yuY/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3596495673630774721</id><published>2011-06-04T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T17:14:50.229-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não vale mais a pena:
penar, destruir , vegetar...
Talvez o silêncio dirá
ou será eu?


Não,tanto faz o mar,
não tem mais lagoa pra namorar...


Pensar, sentir,deletar ...
Nunca foi dito mesmo ...
Não quero mais solucionar...
Tudo um dia vai acabar com o tempo.
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3596495673630774721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3596495673630774721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3596495673630774721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3596495673630774721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-vale-mais-pena-penar-destruir.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7KRmraFfQk/TeqRmhK6b8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7wcvYJ_XHvg/s72-c/Morte2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6938213187928430579</id><published>2011-06-03T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:36:10.770-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Traduzindo o que não se traduz?</title><summary type='text'>Deixa aquela palavra que não faz sentido pro final da noite...cante com tristeza a imensidão do teu olhar...alimente esse amor esquisito e deixa o e vento nos levar...
Esqueça o dicionário .traduza o que sente...assim quem sabe ...ficaremos um dia a olhar  a vida sem um penar...
No fim de tudo é uma coisa só,que não terá fim no fim do dia...desfazendo o nó...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6938213187928430579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6938213187928430579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6938213187928430579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6938213187928430579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/06/traduzindo-o-que-nao-se-traduz.html' title='Traduzindo o que não se traduz?'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UW6oqiLrYFs/TemY582yppI/AAAAAAAAAZM/9TiFiWYlSfc/s72-c/vendo+a+lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4806192889980298511</id><published>2011-05-30T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:27:25.778-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu não perdi o meu medo da chuva,
A tempestade está bem aqui, dentro de mim...
Ninguém pode curar, fazer cessar a minha insanidade.
Tanto fiz pra vê, que nada aconteceu.
Continuo no mesmo lugar, 
a esperar que você chegue e me dê  um abraço.
Assim quem sabe eu me sinta um pouco melhor e perdoada pelo o que nunca fiz ...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4806192889980298511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4806192889980298511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4806192889980298511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4806192889980298511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-nao-perdi-o-meu-medo-da-chuva.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZrSfLAHr_A/TeQnOuqW7VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/vOntZJdpWIQ/s72-c/chuva-43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3144084355665960241</id><published>2011-05-29T14:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:28:04.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Seria fácil desacreditar no amor,alguns causa dores de cabeça, traições, decepções,desencontros, desconfiança, rotina, etc...
A maioria  que já passou por isso, diz  não acreditar mais no amor.
Aí, jura a si mesmo nunca mais amar ou se amarrar com ninguém...
Mas, logo após o termino de tristeza e solidão, vai logo se enfiar em um bar, a procura de uma companhia, mesmo que seja só para fazer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3144084355665960241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3144084355665960241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3144084355665960241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3144084355665960241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabado28-de-maio-de-2011-seria-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fpuYWmHU6zI/TeKAwJnm_1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/up-RBag8CbM/s72-c/enchendo-a-cara-gif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4708620513946129068</id><published>2011-05-25T20:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:24:54.139-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Blues Da Solidão</title><summary type='text'>Vou cantar um blues
Pra quem tá na solidão
Pra quem sabe da dor... dor.
Pra quem bebe sozinho
Na mesa de um bar
E não tem pra quem voltarVou cantar um blues
Pra quem já amou um diaE hoje só tem a solidão como companhia
Pra quem não tem medo e vai fundo
E tá largado nesse mundo
Eu vou cantar o blues da solidão
Eu vou cantar o blues da solidãoVou cantar um blues
Pra quem vaga pela noite sozinho
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4708620513946129068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4708620513946129068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4708620513946129068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4708620513946129068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/vou-cantar-um-blues-pra-quem-ta-na.html' title='Blues Da Solidão'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp2N8WsYBwk/Td2N9Xj80FI/AAAAAAAAAY4/B-jGm6RN8tQ/s72-c/drunk-girl-with-jim-beam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3229819895266911669</id><published>2011-05-24T15:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:36:50.698-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Falar sobre você sairia da minha rima, das minhas regras de ortografia e não teria a conjugação certa,nem verbo correto...
Você iria distorcer as minhas frases, tiraria toda a sintaxe do que sinto, colocaria o acento no lugar devido, tentaria decifrar o gênero da minha literatura...
Usaria  semântica nos meus textos, corrigiria a minha gramática...
Vai ler mil e quinhentas vezes, a mesma frase de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3229819895266911669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3229819895266911669' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3229819895266911669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3229819895266911669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/falar-sobre-voce-sairia-da-minha-rima.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKv_MeyjTcw/S23weS-i7HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/10kiuoNtcVU/s72-c/li.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2490315741070884148</id><published>2011-05-17T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:34:53.478-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só alimento a minha ansiedade.Morrer é uma certeza !Lidi Dias
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2490315741070884148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2490315741070884148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2490315741070884148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2490315741070884148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-alimento-minha-ansiedade.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2-FYRBxO3k/TdLM-ZLeSRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/UUoG2vMJ8Wo/s72-c/esperando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3144089789899613835</id><published>2011-05-15T17:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:37:07.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O céu estava nublado naquela tarde, a chuva não sabia se caía, no entanto só ameaçava...O vento suspirava e soprava a chuva para outro lugar, todo instante ficava mais frio...Seria mais uma noite sem estrelas...isso era quase uma certeza...Lidi Dias
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3144089789899613835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3144089789899613835' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3144089789899613835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3144089789899613835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-ceu-estava-nublado-naquela-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LVYgMYZ0X8/TdA4YAigCOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SSNW3Gy49J8/s72-c/asas+do+desejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-559664633337225755</id><published>2011-05-11T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:41:10.865-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'>Derradeira Despedida...</title><summary type='text'>No começo tive a dor na consciência,tempos depois, se tornou um borrão banco e preto...
 Se as marcas que nos restam são registros nossos,a melancolia se faz presente no quebra-cabeças que rege nossos corações...
No mais, a distancia se fez presente, tanto na minha, quanto na sua presença...
Nas mãos não nos restara nada, à não ser aquele silêncio involuntário que sai dos olhos e dos gestos...
O </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/559664633337225755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=559664633337225755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/559664633337225755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/559664633337225755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/derradeira-despedida.html' title='Derradeira Despedida...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_f9dpwOI3M4/TcsviNFU4kI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1VbqQpWPSzY/s72-c/40557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-5246876752558839866</id><published>2011-05-10T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:21:02.559-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'>Me Sens ...</title><summary type='text'>



Eu sinto ânsia pelos teus olhares que me trazem a angústia que aperta vasto o meu  peito adormecido...
O que me vale os teus gestos que agonizam meu corpo que já não me pertence mais?
É ausência de ausência as tuas carências que jogas em meus braços, que já não suporta mais a tua saudade.
São pequenas as tuas palavras para vestir-me neste corpo nu, que , rasteja solidão ao chão pelas mãos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5246876752558839866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=5246876752558839866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5246876752558839866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5246876752558839866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-sens.html' title='Me Sens ...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFme0RrnRfI/TcnwGaMCIqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/U8iTvRyJ28A/s72-c/Sinto-sua-falta-desconhecido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-9070225953329904748</id><published>2011-05-02T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:12:48.927-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Ouça nos meus olhos o meu lamento...</title><summary type='text'>



Finja que adivinhe meus pensamentos e leia os meus sentimentos...
Olhe nos meus olhos e sinta a minha dor de possuir esse seu amor...
Cale seus pensamentos, engula em seco seu orgulho e morda seu ciúme até que sangre o bastante para entender o que quero dizer...
Beba o amor e vomite a dor, mate esse desejo de possuir-me !
Desenhe outro idealismo, coloque as cartas na mesa, não segure até o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/9070225953329904748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=9070225953329904748' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/9070225953329904748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/9070225953329904748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/ouca-nos-meus-olhos-o-meu-lamento.html' title='Ouça nos meus olhos o meu lamento...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V9mbi-TFf1Q/Tb7la6VDYdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/MvZZMOIoH4w/s72-c/mulher+fumando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-617288037172837017</id><published>2011-04-27T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:24:53.068-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Por um segundo eu queria esquecer aquele sonho, que durou algumas horas...Pra dizer a verdade eu queria esquecer tudo que vivemos e começar de novo o que não terminamos...                                                                      Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WURnqVrPmpo/TbjBixBiADI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AXmrAoJknPY/s72-c/sonh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4511383602323277964</id><published>2011-04-18T17:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:42:07.103-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Metade</title><summary type='text'>Dentro de mim guardo um quadro quebrado,um livro rasgado, uma música pela metade...Vivi tudo pela metade,fui feliz pela metade,amei pela metade, sofri por inteiro. Tentei ser feliz, tentei amar, a única coisa que não precisei ir atrás, foi do sofrimento, ele fez questão de vir até mim,bem calmo para que eu sentisse todas  as metades a cada segundo que eu vivesse.Senti o quadro quebrado cortando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4511383602323277964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4511383602323277964' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4511383602323277964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4511383602323277964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/metade.html' title='Metade'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCAAh2F9sZk/TaygPJtvedI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6P-rahE4Krw/s72-c/vidaa+mh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6923138027155432071</id><published>2011-04-13T22:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:44:38.792-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Esperança de não sei o que ...</title><summary type='text'>É melhor virar lembrança, do que renunciar o amor e virar dor...
Não é simples dizer adeus e nunca mais voltar atrás...
Mas é melhor seguir adiante com o consolo e ter a dúvida do amor...
Qualquer coisa que o tempo possa consumir vira lembrança, é bom apenas lembrar...
Sem brigas e arranca-rabos...
Tudo que não foi adiante tem o gostinho de "quero mais ", isso que nos faz desejar voltar no tempo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6923138027155432071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6923138027155432071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6923138027155432071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6923138027155432071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/esperanca-de-nao-sei-o-que.html' title='Esperança de não sei o que ...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3N4bo0YqOtM/TaZPzALOvBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/v3WomJsfo3k/s72-c/bo%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-324980981179495248</id><published>2011-04-12T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:12:28.692-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abrir os olhos é difícil , mas depois de abertos, não se consegue fecha-los...                                                                       Lidi Dias
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/324980981179495248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=324980981179495248' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/324980981179495248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/324980981179495248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/abrir-os-olhos-e-dificil-mas-depois-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFza9fXfYjQ/TaTp6n5jcdI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QrGJmaqtCLE/s72-c/olhos_de_gato.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8806464778775153745</id><published>2011-04-10T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:17:19.402-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A vida é um rio que flui ou dilui,
Que atravessa pedras...
Não tem espaço para tanta diluição nessa vida...como tudo que nos cerca.
Um dia à menos , horas à menos , pessoas há menos...
Agora tudo pode ser absorvido pela mente...
Os olhos observa mais do que simples olhos avulsos, que apenas enxerga o que o cerca... agora os mesmo olhos lacrimejados,tem outra visão e olha o mesmo rio que cada dia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8806464778775153745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8806464778775153745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8806464778775153745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8806464778775153745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/vida-e-um-rio-que-flui-ou-dilui-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8591677868011206800</id><published>2011-04-09T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:27:39.879-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'>Já Era</title><summary type='text'>Era tudo tão simples como morar no matoTudo mais pratico...
Era tão bonito como um pássaroque voava livre...
Era tudo mais diretocomo insetoque picae morre em seguida...
Era tudo tão perfeitoque já era...Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8591677868011206800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8591677868011206800' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8591677868011206800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8591677868011206800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/ja-era.html' title='Já Era'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hzJxOrydhBo/TaDAUo5-flI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0VkFXwr06Lw/s72-c/%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8337761299741311760</id><published>2011-04-06T23:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:28:46.120-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sou retardatária .Também sou metáforaFora de órbita!Sou também abstrata, Tenho um toque de coerência Que faz a face da empatia da máquina, Que velozmente cresce em mim...
Sou o que não quero...Sou também o que querem o que sejam,Assim pensam...
Contudo, como todo :Sou Eu Mesma.

                                                                       Lidi Dias 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8337761299741311760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8337761299741311760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8337761299741311760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8337761299741311760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/sou-tambem-sou-metafora-fora-de-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdOfjBMtiUI/TZ0fgfwYmNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oNOwUOjGFNA/s72-c/DSC00840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2893488587926405538</id><published>2011-04-06T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:16:58.224-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Descartei as cartas do seu jogo, joguei-as no ar, viraram pó...Não adianta pega-las, elas estão destroçadas em meras palavras...
O ar consumiu tudo o que disseste, e toda melancolia agora faz parte de ti...Lidi Dias 

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2893488587926405538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2893488587926405538' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2893488587926405538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2893488587926405538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/descartei-as-cartas-do-seu-jogo-joguei.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAIb9bcSdN0/TZ0QYCxZQfI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FBJoBNUhPYM/s72-c/pensativo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2097928263781241819</id><published>2011-04-04T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:41:29.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Deixei o Silêncio solucionar...</title><summary type='text'>Deixei que ele deslizasse  em minhas mãos como seda, 
Se expondo a luz do sol pela manha...
Deixei ele cair como vidro,se fazendo em pedaços para eu juntar...Deixei ele navegar em outros mares, para que assim, eu sentisse saudade...
Deixei da minha alma sair,Para que encontrasse outro par...Deixei escapulir meu ódio para lhe dar...
Deixei meu peito cederUm espaço para ele morar...Deixei a minha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2097928263781241819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2097928263781241819' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2097928263781241819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2097928263781241819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/deixei-o-silencio-solucionar.html' title='Deixei o Silêncio solucionar...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olYn_kco8L8/TZjcOz4q57I/AAAAAAAAAXE/sLxsjK7X5hE/s72-c/penando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-7947761131127673040</id><published>2011-04-03T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:33:47.909-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Detrás para Frente</title><summary type='text'>Ele disse ...Eu calei...Ele chorou...Eu senti...Ele ficou...Eu parti...Ele desistiu...Eu recomecei...Ele sorriu...Eu fiquei feliz...Ele gritou...Eu pulei...Ele se lembrou...Eu me esqueci...Eu disse ...Ele calou...Eu chorei...Ele sentiu...
Eu fiquei...Ele partiu...
Eu desiste...Ele recomeçou...Eu sorri...Ele ficou feliz...Eu Gritei...Ele pulou...Eu me lembrei...Ele se esqueceu...Lidi Dias

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7947761131127673040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=7947761131127673040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/7947761131127673040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/7947761131127673040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/detras-para-frente.html' title='Detrás para Frente'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oav0HH90Ynw/TZjYYGH7gZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/FgV7J7IRUVo/s72-c/aqui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6704176506286540326</id><published>2011-03-27T12:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T12:08:46.098-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros Autores'/><title type='text'>Os Dois Horizontes - MACHADO DE ASSIS</title><summary type='text'>

Dois horizonte fecham nossa vida:
Um horizonte, — a saudadeDo que não há de voltar;Outro horizonte, — a esperançaDos tempos que hão de chegar;No presente, — sempre escuro, —Vive a alma ambiciosaNa ilusão voluptuosaDo passado e do futuro.
Os doces brincos da infânciaSob as asas maternais,O vôo das andorinhas,A onda viva e os rosais.O gozo do amor, sonhadoNum olhar profundo e ardente,Tal é na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6704176506286540326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6704176506286540326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6704176506286540326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6704176506286540326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/os-dois-horizontes-machado-de-assis.html' title='Os Dois Horizontes - MACHADO DE ASSIS'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOr6-cNkL6A/TY9RdU0abiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_WWK2jKR-xU/s72-c/dois+horizintes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6017010924262063691</id><published>2011-03-27T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:41:56.379-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Des Larmes de Pluie...'/><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>


Outro dia começa e o sorriso que brotava em meus lábios,
se desfez em mínimos pedaços carnais...
Os meus olhos possuíam um esperança de prevalecer um conto feliz,
os papeis foram rasgados pela chuva que o molhava...
O encanto de tudo, foi pro beleléu ...
Apenas o que restou foi um fragmento, um pedaço de papel rasgado,com palavras distorcidas para deixar vestígios de uma noite ou dia mais...
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Eles me esperam sentadosNo tempo...Olhando para as pontas do dedosE pensando no que irei de contar...
Com os olhos cheios de lágrimas,Deixo derramarO suor de minhas palavrasE digo: Nunca mais voltar...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3965036909211444591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3965036909211444591' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3965036909211444591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3965036909211444591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/nunca-mais-voltar.html' title='Nunca mais voltar...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-u0dbBIoFSTY/TYk1lVKS0NI/AAAAAAAAAW0/UetE-BaXzuY/s72-c/indo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4108619359986453614</id><published>2011-03-21T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:39:21.599-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigaretes e Chocolates'/><title type='text'>Riso Nos Olhos e Lágrimas Nos Lábios</title><summary type='text'>Os olhos que sorri Não disfarçaApenas passa Deixa pegadas Em mim...
O corpo que passaMe deixa sem graçaCom riso nos olhosE Lágrimas nos lábios...
O perfume que deixaNo arQuando me abraçaFica na roupa lavadaQue não consegue mais sair de mim...Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4108619359986453614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4108619359986453614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4108619359986453614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4108619359986453614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/riso-nos-olhos-e-lagrimas-nos-labios.html' title='Riso Nos Olhos e Lágrimas Nos Lábios'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mcvf-lT5p3c/TYd9U2cOKzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zEXMLbGICgk/s72-c/voc.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6093667018527355318</id><published>2011-03-16T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:55:11.191-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>l'amour</title><summary type='text'>Se apaixonar é um erro...Amar é conseqüência...Lidi Dias </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HYhZxu1C034/TXKXRmAgX8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/IPwrj55w_94/s72-c/51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4429139519026310050</id><published>2011-03-05T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:10:45.952-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deliríos'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faltam peças neste quebra-cabeça, tento formar um desenho, uma palavra, mas o que sobrou  são peças destorcidas em minhas mãos...Algumas delas, estão jogadas ao chão, outras voaram para longe e se instalaram num horizonte distante...Estão esquecidas e velhas pelo tempo,mas preciso delas para refazer o meu coração...Lidi Dias






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Ah, que saudade a minhade passar o tempo na beira do abismocom os pés descalçose mãos desatadas...Saborear o vento doceembriagar as palavrase solta-las como pássaros ...
Ah, mas tudo um dia passaaté a solidão condenadase livra de mimem tempos assim...
Saudade, saudade,saudade, saudade...
Uma hora há mais...
Uma hora há menos...

Saudade...saudade...saudade...saudade...saudade...
Lidi Dias
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As lembranças ficaram distantes...A Chuva lavou,O sol secou...Nos olhos de quem amou...
Os becos estão escurosO muro que suportara tudoNão suporta mais o mundo...
As lembranças escapam Nas esquinas,Nos baresNos olharesDe quem um dia...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6748426838478969947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6748426838478969947' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6748426838478969947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6748426838478969947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-quem-um-dia-sem-fim.html' title='De quem um dia... (Sem Fim)'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c9HdjewSrYI/TW647WQI-oI/AAAAAAAAAWU/azvQoFu2ySI/s72-c/luar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2071310576206872297</id><published>2011-02-22T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:58:40.634-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos Reais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Amantes Constantes I</title><summary type='text'>A vidaNa medidaDa saudadeDa morfinaDo sossego Dos teus braçosNo amorNo amassoNa verdadeNa mentiraNão te amarei toda via...
Na canção Que façoTu terás o meu abraçoNo tempoNo espaço Chegaremos no orgasmoDa doutrinaDa dúvidaDe querer O simPara toda vida...
Na noiteNo frioNo invernoNo vazioEm Saturno Em outro mundoSeremos amantesDa lua Do fogoDa águaDa terraDe Tudo.
Lidi Dias


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Um dia, quando os funcionários chegaram para trabalhar, encontraram na portaria um cartaz enorme, no qual estava escrito:

"Faleceu ontem a pessoa que atrapalhava sua vida na Empresa. Você está convidado para o velório na quadra de esportes".

No início, todos se entristeceram com a morte de alguém, mas depois de algum tempo, ficaram curiosos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6876690657251887722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6876690657251887722' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6876690657251887722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6876690657251887722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/faleceu-ontem-pessoa-que-atrapalhava.html' title='Faleceu ontem a pessoa que atrapalhava sua vida...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-5599124700963493761</id><published>2011-02-17T00:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:48:44.535-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'>Monótono</title><summary type='text'>
Fazer o que eles mandam,Acreditar no que eles acreditamRezar para que lavem minhas roupas sujase fazei minha comida bem feita.
Jurar as mesmas regras.Abrir caminhos para que coloquem pedras para eu passar...Realizar sonhos que não planejei ...Festejar a morte da bezerraSorrir Para alimentar a tristeza alheia...
Camuflar a minha tristezaPara não desagradar...Enfeitar palavras para Expectativa dos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5599124700963493761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=5599124700963493761' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5599124700963493761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5599124700963493761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/monotono.html' title='Monótono'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWsrwv4yyew/TVyMJkJo0II/AAAAAAAAAWM/S4F1YFidJz0/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6562724020345304128</id><published>2011-02-16T00:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:34:06.075-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>Quebrou as regras</title><summary type='text'>Desperdiçou a bebida alheia... Roubou a mulher do outro,Fugiu com outra...
Gemeu o orgasmo...Gritou seus risos ...
Enfeitiçou a doutrina...Embebedou as lembranças,Se fez voltar criança...
Infernizou o futuro...Quebrou as regras...Retrucou o maluco,Bateu a cabeça no muro...Vomitou o absurdo...

Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6562724020345304128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6562724020345304128' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6562724020345304128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6562724020345304128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/quebrou-as-regras.html' title='Quebrou as regras'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8095382856666969124</id><published>2011-02-11T15:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:29:11.116-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>Meu Manuscrito</title><summary type='text'>
As vezes é preciso jogar tudo para o alto...Arriscar a própria fraqueza, para buscar outro caminho...É  da minha natureza ser mutável,rebelde com as minhas decisões...Nem sempre mudar-se por completo, mas deixar de lado coisas teóricas e ir em busca de algo ou coisa, que,por mais distante  que esteja, sob o céu e a terra.Pois aqui, as coisas estão limitadas e isso não esta no meu manuscrito...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8095382856666969124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8095382856666969124' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8095382856666969124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8095382856666969124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/meu-manuscrito.html' title='Meu Manuscrito'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6I5hV_fDkdA/TVVwsLfLxsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Gc_FJmsl4uI/s72-c/DSC08481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-3191030770991807818</id><published>2011-02-09T01:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T01:41:23.660-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas escritas'/><title type='text'>Talvez amanhã...</title><summary type='text'>Talvez amanhã  irei dar uma volta...Morar em outra casa,Passear com meu cachorro...Limpar a estante...Driblar os espantos....Safar dos medos...Libertar os meus desejos E te ver de novo...
Talvez depois de amanhãTe escrevo uma cartaColoco no correioe saio correndoPela avenida pedindo socorro...
Talvez, depois de pois de amanhã,Eu volte para os teus braçosPedindo desculpasPelos meus erros </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3191030770991807818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=3191030770991807818' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3191030770991807818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/3191030770991807818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/talvez-amanha.html' title='Talvez amanhã...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TVILVnFWxnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/pSzuz4iIgTU/s72-c/ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8249422944193951028</id><published>2011-02-07T22:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:32:20.167-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos Reais'/><title type='text'>Girando...</title><summary type='text'>Girando no espaçoGrifando os meus passos...
Correndo em outros mundosOnde eu posso encontrar seu abraço...


                                                                     Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8249422944193951028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8249422944193951028' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8249422944193951028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8249422944193951028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/girando.html' title='Girando...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TVCN0K1JxWI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mcYdN0AbxNQ/s72-c/chegada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2556907992865289433</id><published>2011-02-05T15:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:07:33.760-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deliríos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas escritas'/><title type='text'>Silêncio Retrô</title><summary type='text'>Você se cala do nada,E me olha como quem diz não quer nada, com os olhos entre laçados com o ódio e a razão : Te peguei!
Você vai saindo de mansinho, Se faz de bonzinho, menino mansinho com o coração na mão.Se tens a dizer, fica com o silêncio na ponta da língua , até explodir de uma vez.Ouve a própria angústia de não se conter com tão pouco, com tão grande amor que sente.Sente o vento abafado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2556907992865289433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2556907992865289433' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2556907992865289433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2556907992865289433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/silencio-retro.html' title='Silêncio Retrô'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TU2DCZ4UGaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ydN1XN13t0M/s72-c/sil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8016914316010368032</id><published>2011-02-04T17:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T17:04:36.560-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos Reais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Um risco...</title><summary type='text'>Pequenaserenanoite sem fim...Um sinalum visum riscosem ter-te por aqui...Humilde sagazsorte De te encontrar...Por um fioé fazer nascer o riscode te amar...Lidi Dias
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8016914316010368032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8016914316010368032' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8016914316010368032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8016914316010368032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-risco.html' title='Um risco...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TUxNPlJyFRI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZTY8MBVSFw0/s72-c/ggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4053612855688448729</id><published>2011-02-02T13:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:39:09.674-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos Reais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Um Verso Seria Pouco...</title><summary type='text'>

Uma frase seria o mínimoPara despertar o que vivi...Um verso seria minha reação...Um texto não explicaria o que senti...Um livro não seria o limite de palavras de um dicionário...
Nem o blue seria a solidão...Nem  o red  seria a solução...
Uma frase seria segundos...Um verso seria horas..Um texto seria dias...Um livro seria o começo de nossa história...
Nem uma lágrima transparecerá em meus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4053612855688448729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4053612855688448729' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4053612855688448729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4053612855688448729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-verso-seria-pouco.html' title='Um Verso Seria Pouco...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TUl5m2nPaBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7L63T5VgjK0/s72-c/hoje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-5466031542082163125</id><published>2011-01-31T11:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:46:56.127-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Estação Feminina</title><summary type='text'>Mania de olhar para trásCismar que um dia Eu era feliz...Comprar uma passagem gratuita pelo teu amor...Chegar nas vias,Grifar nas esquinas As minhas causas perdidas...Te encontrar na estação femininaCom as malas prontasPara eu carregarO que esteve carregadoNas bagagens de nossas vidas...Trocar nossas bagagens,por um amor que já partiu...Sem permissão De dizer goodybey
Ou um hi ....
Para uma nova </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5466031542082163125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=5466031542082163125' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5466031542082163125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5466031542082163125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/estacao-feminina.html' title='Estação Feminina'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TUa5zEB9CqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TiYiLgxpAWU/s72-c/n%25C3%25B3s..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-8170219572339685322</id><published>2011-01-27T12:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:41:02.106-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas escritas'/><title type='text'>Ler...</title><summary type='text'>

Ler um livro é ter um prazer eterno,Quem lê tem um tesouro dentro de si...Quem escreve possui uma sabedoria sem fim...Lidi Dias


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8170219572339685322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=8170219572339685322' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8170219572339685322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/8170219572339685322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/ler.html' title='Ler...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TUGCKSStvNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YFfzdIGH3oI/s72-c/f.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-7060337759459512211</id><published>2011-01-24T03:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T03:13:53.085-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos Poucos...</title><summary type='text'>A noite começou ali,
Tudo ao meu redor 
Girava como quis ...
Eu rodava com forme a dança mandava...
Mas não era bem assim...
Tudo explodia ao meu redor...
Era luz...
Era fogo...
Era pó...
Era o meu mundo nascendo aos poucos...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7060337759459512211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=7060337759459512211' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/7060337759459512211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/7060337759459512211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/aos-poucos.html' title='Aos Poucos...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TT0KJBbwGnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/I6Sf4kAdfeg/s72-c/renascer+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6063559415242056493</id><published>2011-01-24T02:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T02:12:06.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdade nos faz Gente</title><summary type='text'>Agora sei o que se passou, e tão pouco sei o que vivi e li até agora...
E tão pouco sei do que senti ao descobrir o que vivi e li...
Essa acidez,essa fase que me transborda de lembranças e esquecimentos que me fizeram crescer...
E de tão pouco sei de tudo...
E de tão pouco fiz meu viver...
Construí castelos, muros,pilastra e algo mais...
Destruí também castelo,muros e portões para libertar toda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6063559415242056493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6063559415242056493' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6063559415242056493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6063559415242056493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/verdade-nos-faz-gente.html' title='A verdade nos faz Gente'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TTz7kf684rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BvnOOZxiQZA/s72-c/sou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-6703911731836865622</id><published>2011-01-18T16:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:12:29.898-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>Golpe do Destino</title><summary type='text'>Todas as formas de amar...
Todas as sensações de um doce caminho
até um leve golpe do destino...
Me encontrei nas lágrimas,
onde tudo se camuflava em sorrisos
E olhos distantes...
Neste vasto destino,
Pensei, tentei em desistir,
Uma força,
Uma energia,
Me levava a ti...
Todo meu corpo estilhaçado
ao chão...
Com rosas,borboletas
Pássaros e gaviões,
Vinham em minha direção...
E neste momento
De </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6703911731836865622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=6703911731836865622' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6703911731836865622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/6703911731836865622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/golpe-do-destino.html' title='Golpe do Destino'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TTXXSbyKXyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Dx5Pue5an8M/s72-c/Solid%25C3%25A3o+e+eu.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-167599298744931499</id><published>2011-01-13T14:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:18:51.701-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deliríos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas escritas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>Desesperança ...</title><summary type='text'>


Vejo as flores brotarem em meus olhos...Uma esperança nasce,mas morre depois de alguns minutos de sobrevivência dentro de mim...Vejo esperança no meu reflexo...No meu sorriso...Nos meus atos...Nos meus pecados...Vejo-me tão distanteQue a desesperança nasce,cada dia mais forte,Mais sólida dentro de mim...Vejo a desesperança nas ruas,Nas minhas lágrimas,Na minha vida...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/167599298744931499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=167599298744931499' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/167599298744931499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/167599298744931499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/desesperanca.html' title='Desesperança ...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TS8iyweEPqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cdGI9MrFoSE/s72-c/Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-2725889783955992623</id><published>2011-01-11T14:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:44:12.311-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minhas escritas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>O Homem com H Minúsculo</title><summary type='text'>Ouvir seus sussurro malicioso ao pé do ouvido...
Meia dúzia de palavras de merda...
Era assim que ele conduzia seu sentimento abstrato...
Era assim mesmo que se dizia ouvir as surdas palavras...
Dizia ser um Homem, com um H Maiscúlo,  pois quem o via era quieto, mal sabiam que era surdo...
Meia palavras basta pra um ser que diz ser Homem com um H Maiscúlo...
Mas não, era um garoto com G bem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2725889783955992623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=2725889783955992623' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2725889783955992623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/2725889783955992623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-homem-com-h-minusculo.html' title='O Homem com H Minúsculo'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TSyCqlSpg3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/JBbAwdMtMhc/s72-c/fuck-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-243914574320189468</id><published>2011-01-11T02:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T02:28:25.466-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meus Preferidos'/><title type='text'>O Amor</title><summary type='text'>O amor, quando se revela, Não se sabe revelar. Sabe bem olhar p'ra ela, Mas não lhe sabe falar. 
Quem quer dizer o que sente Não sabe o que há de dizer. Fala: parece que mente Cala: parece esquecer 
Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse, Se pudesse ouvir o olhar, E se um olhar lhe bastasse Pr'a saber que a estão a amar! 
Mas quem sente muito, cala...Quem quer dizer quanto sente Fica sem alma nem fala, Fica </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/243914574320189468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=243914574320189468' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/243914574320189468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/243914574320189468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-amor.html' title='O Amor'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TSvbkpVLijI/AAAAAAAAAUs/oO6xYexI_NM/s72-c/eu+e+le.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-5580490744045540068</id><published>2011-01-10T11:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:24:45.942-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Minha Invasão...</title><summary type='text'>Invado-o-teu-mundo,
Como se fosse meu...
Como se fosse nosso...
Como se fosse sagrado 
O que sinto por ti...


Invado-o-teu-mundo
Com os olhos...
Com meus lábios...
Com um desejo te-lo por inteiro...


Invado -o- teu- silêncio
Com meu grito...
Com meu sussurro...
Que vem da alma 
E não de mim... 
Lidi Dias

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5580490744045540068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=5580490744045540068' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5580490744045540068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/5580490744045540068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/minha-invasao.html' title='Minha Invasão...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TSsG0bwxgiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cjSs4aOpRmk/s72-c/jsiajs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-1356419577024523198</id><published>2011-01-05T17:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:41:57.212-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos soltos'/><title type='text'>Segunda-Feira 13</title><summary type='text'>
Ele conduzia seus desejos ao se espelhar em todo meu corpo...
E toda loucura passava me possuir...
Os olhos, os traços...
Pedaços quebrados, espalhados pela cama...
Os destroços eram deixados intactos no lençol...
Antes de ir embora, não resistiu,ele pegou caco por caco e abraçou,
Não sobrara nada, e dos cacos quebrados ele se cortava...
As lágrimas a seco, ele murmurava os gritos surdos de sua </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1356419577024523198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=1356419577024523198' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/1356419577024523198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/1356419577024523198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/segunda-feira-13.html' title='Segunda-Feira 13'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TSTIQnfxD7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/tHdyHW6x2F4/s72-c/gygy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-7542921687190746823</id><published>2011-01-03T15:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:12:01.817-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contos Reais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deliríos'/><title type='text'>No Seus Olhos...</title><summary type='text'>
Quando meu dia começa é em você que penso...Quando anoitece é você quem eu desejo...Meus medos despejam-se em teu abraço...Minha insegurança é curada pelo teu beijo...Nos seus olhos encontro um poço fundo,Onde encontro a fascinação pelo teu corpo...
Lidi Dias</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7542921687190746823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=7542921687190746823' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/7542921687190746823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/7542921687190746823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-seus-olhos.html' title='No Seus Olhos...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TSIDFkMRUVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FjBi3sUL0AE/s72-c/CF0DE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-880446391077256441</id><published>2010-12-30T16:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:19:48.401-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><title type='text'>Para Finalizar esse Momento de 2010 : Dust in the Wind</title><summary type='text'>

Tudo o que somos é poeira ao vento...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/880446391077256441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=880446391077256441' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/880446391077256441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/880446391077256441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-finalizar-esse-momento-de-2010.html' title='Para Finalizar esse Momento de 2010 : Dust in the Wind'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094480494257228642.post-4182908165789723161</id><published>2010-12-28T12:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:33:25.480-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minha alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirâmide'/><title type='text'>Meu Mundo é Quadrado de Cabeça para Baixo...</title><summary type='text'>


Pegue um papel e escreva nele o que vier em sua mente,
 Não estranhe colocar nele um desejo que um dia você quis ou coisa assim...
Renuncie os seus medos e anseios!
Diga a verdade perante não a dor...
Se olhe no espelhe, sorria...se você não sorrir pra si mesmo quem sorrira desejando um bom dia pra você à não ser você mesmo....?!
Não pense que porque é Natal as pessoas irão fazer caridade e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4182908165789723161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3094480494257228642&amp;postID=4182908165789723161' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4182908165789723161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3094480494257228642/posts/default/4182908165789723161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rastrosdelidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/meu-mundo-e-quadrado-de-cabeca-para.html' title='Meu Mundo é Quadrado de Cabeça para Baixo...'/><author><name>Lidi Dias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14397493786809102226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqkScAiqai4/TyQRZPFTqqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oj2P2vCFhis/s220/Foto0360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0KODdgLlgEI/TRnx9B_zhjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/FYLLzwP-9SY/s72-c/cabe%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
