<?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-8385993942508679468</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:49:11.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leandro Rodrigues  Recuerdos</title><subtitle type='html'>Recanto de pensamentos,lembranças,rascunhos da vida.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leandro Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534763807427045942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385993942508679468.post-7052011850785694168</id><published>2009-08-16T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:01:10.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SogeRljB-UI/AAAAAAAAACo/W13ZUSzjzjI/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370575843124967746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SogeRljB-UI/AAAAAAAAACo/W13ZUSzjzjI/s200/DSC00067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ritual de campo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castração.ritual de campo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no compasso da tradição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laços ,tiradores sovados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tombos e gritos por todos os lados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chega aperta,coleia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim gritam os que estão na peleia.&lt;br /&gt;Peleia de laço espichado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;animal que saiu castrado.&lt;br /&gt;É tropa,grita o castrador,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esse caiu touro,levantou boi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mangueira de terra empoeirada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no meio vultos de gauchos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim vai se misturando a indiada.&lt;br /&gt;Não peala aperta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diz o mandamento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;daqueles que causam tombos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com apenas quatro tentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-7052011850785694168?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/7052011850785694168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/08/ritual-de-campo-castracao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/7052011850785694168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/7052011850785694168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/08/ritual-de-campo-castracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Leandro Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534763807427045942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SogeRljB-UI/AAAAAAAAACo/W13ZUSzjzjI/s72-c/DSC00067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385993942508679468.post-6987286433117875200</id><published>2009-07-23T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:51:55.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/Smjba_5r5XI/AAAAAAAAACY/2FZQbpJNweo/s1600-h/a%2520estrada%2520da%2520vida%2520-%2520Elliott%2520Erwitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361776613261043058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/Smjba_5r5XI/AAAAAAAAACY/2FZQbpJNweo/s200/a%2520estrada%2520da%2520vida%2520-%2520Elliott%2520Erwitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida é louca,vida é breve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivemos como se fosse eterno,a vida louca a vida breve,devemos aproveitar um dia a dia, deixar que a vida nos leve,cada dia minuto a minuto,não passar nada despercebido,pois cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt; pode ser o ultimo,mundo louco de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decepções&lt;/span&gt; por tolices,vivemos em eterna ilusão,querendo buscando o que não existe,na rua pessoas passam,suas solidões desaparecem,vivem a vida como para sempre,de viver, ser feliz esquecem,viver é aceitar, ousar,aceitar essa ideia de vida breve,vivemos nessa ideia de um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paraíso&lt;/span&gt;,esses pensamentos que nos perseguem,a vida é louca a vida é breve.(Leandro Rodrigues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-6987286433117875200?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6987286433117875200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-e-loucavida-e-breve-vivemos-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/6987286433117875200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/6987286433117875200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-e-loucavida-e-breve-vivemos-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Leandro Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534763807427045942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/Smjba_5r5XI/AAAAAAAAACY/2FZQbpJNweo/s72-c/a%2520estrada%2520da%2520vida%2520-%2520Elliott%2520Erwitt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385993942508679468.post-1622085045698197158</id><published>2009-07-21T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:12:48.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmYwXe5FpoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GQtL4UbWeec/s1600-h/ss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361025586418787970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmYwXe5FpoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GQtL4UbWeec/s200/ss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aporreado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que será que se passa na cabeça desse mal costeado,será que age por impulso,por natureza, ou por ter sido maltratado,as vezes na vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; somos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aporreados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,causando tombos nos outros, para não sermos derrotados,assim sai o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;malino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bufando e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;veaqueando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; levando a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ânsia&lt;/span&gt; de ser livre, assim como os seres humanos,no lombo a vida se para pequena,para quem aguenta os golpes desses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ventenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,o racional contra o irracional ,no lombo a pena se vai ,nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;transformamos&lt;/span&gt; em animal.Tem ganhas e perdidas,assim falam aqueles que caem no chão e saem de partida,uma espora,tento forte,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;talero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de bom porte,assim subimos pro lombo desafiando a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;propia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morte,dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ruedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as lembranças, da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;próxima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;montaria&lt;/span&gt; esperança, quem sabe uma parada, nas mãos apenas as tranças,lombo liso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;resbaloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,força nas pernas,olhar atento não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;enxergamos&lt;/span&gt; mais o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;toso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tropilhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de muitos pelos, amigos de todo lado gritos e palmas, sempre são o meu agrado,assim é a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gineteada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mostrando quem é mais nessa vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aporreada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.(Leandro Rodrigues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-1622085045698197158?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/1622085045698197158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/aporreado-que-sera-que-se-passa-na.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/1622085045698197158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/1622085045698197158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/aporreado-que-sera-que-se-passa-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Leandro Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534763807427045942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmYwXe5FpoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GQtL4UbWeec/s72-c/ss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385993942508679468.post-6566592172351937715</id><published>2009-07-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:54:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmVn4yoztAI/AAAAAAAAABY/nNI0VyKI2zg/s1600-h/de_bem_com_a_vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805156817712130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmVn4yoztAI/AAAAAAAAABY/nNI0VyKI2zg/s200/de_bem_com_a_vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida que a gente leva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que levar da vida se não a vida que a gente leva,para que orgulho,para que querer ser superior,a vida é tão curta,não precisamos tornar ela um terror,pessoas orgulhosas machucam,mais acabam machucadas,muitas vezes se dão por conta,as vezes tarde de mais,quando já estão acabadas,aproveitar a vida é sentir-se feliz,com os atos,atitudes de cordialidade,o que vale mais que o ouro? Garanto que a honestidade!Não podemos deixar que nossas ambições sejam maiores que nosso talento,tem que levar a vida aproveitando tempo a tempo,altos e baixos virão,mas sempre erguendo a cabeça,nunca deixamos ela cair ao chão.Um novo dia recomeça,um novo dia termina,assim é a vida,cada um tem sua sina,devemos aceitar o que vier,assim vamos até quando deus quiser.(Leandro Rodrigues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-6566592172351937715?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6566592172351937715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-que-gente-leva-do-que-levar-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/6566592172351937715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/6566592172351937715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida-que-gente-leva-do-que-levar-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Leandro Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534763807427045942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmVn4yoztAI/AAAAAAAAABY/nNI0VyKI2zg/s72-c/de_bem_com_a_vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385993942508679468.post-1356478514495372290</id><published>2009-07-20T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:37:40.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmViBmPvGzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aN1uzu7eyyA/s1600-h/Mateando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360798711040383794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmViBmPvGzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aN1uzu7eyyA/s200/Mateando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mate companheiro,talvez escute o que penso,agua quente,erva buena sempre meu parceiro,assim levamos aos labios aquele que lava nossas penas,amargo que nos faz refletir da vida ,quantos mates pensando na prenda,faz com que em minutos,muitas vezes cure nossas feridas,o mate companheiro sempre no costado pronto para matar a sede e até mesmo a falta de um afago,o mate que por muitos é chimarrão ,aquele que mata a saudade dos que deixaram seu rincão mas nunca sai do costume sempre cultivando a nossa tradição,assim ele se cultua sempre se passando de mão em mão.(Leandro Rodrigues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-1356478514495372290?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/1356478514495372290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-mate-o-mate-companheirotalvez-escute.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385993942508679468.post-4424711608244064325</id><published>2009-07-20T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:32:41.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmYX0ygkj9I/AAAAAAAAABg/B9GMIfs64HQ/s1600-h/ffgdfgfd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmYX0ygkj9I/AAAAAAAAABg/B9GMIfs64HQ/s200/ffgdfgfd.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360998602110177234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A infancia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infancia de recuerdos que aos poucos esquecidos,infancia de amigos que passaram despercebidos,infancia de alegria de sonhos de criança,que ao crescer,notamos que ficou só a lembrança,infancia de brinquedos,gados de ossos,cavalos de pau,vacas paradas,bulitas e tal...que saudade desse tempo,que o sorrizo éra natural,encilhava um petiço gateado ,amigo de todas horas,na lembrança apenas o olhar,amigo e sincero sem nunca me faltar,onde andas aquele amigo,petiço velho gateado,primeiro cavalo,que me deram de regalo,uma bombachita chadrez ,igual a do avô ,um palinha que ainda guardo,esse o tempo não levo...Quando pequenos queremos crescer ,quando jovens amadurecer...A e quando adultos se pudessemos voltar ,algo certo eu digo,voltaria o tempo sem pensar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Leandro Rodrigues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-4424711608244064325?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmYX0ygkj9I/AAAAAAAAABg/B9GMIfs64HQ/s72-c/ffgdfgfd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385993942508679468.post-5170171249399491628</id><published>2009-07-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:03:05.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mudanças...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo muda...muda tudo...Muda natureza com suas estações,muda o ser humano,com suas reações,muda o pensamento a cada dia,sem ao menos ter razões,muda o modo de agir,o modo de se expressar,a vida é feita de mudanças,muitas vezes sem pensar...(Leandro Rodrigues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-5170171249399491628?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/5170171249399491628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/tudo-muda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/5170171249399491628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/5170171249399491628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/tudo-muda.html' title=''/><author><name>Leandro Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534763807427045942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385993942508679468.post-2296208703163873348</id><published>2009-07-20T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:48:49.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmVIpV4ar9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FGUPVMCT_Xk/s1600-h/interroga%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360770806540054482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmVIpV4ar9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FGUPVMCT_Xk/s200/interroga%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe o que busca?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe apenas o que quer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a pergunta fica....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem saber o que é!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Leandro Rodrigues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-2296208703163873348?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2296208703163873348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-sabe-o-que-busca-sabe-apenas-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/2296208703163873348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/2296208703163873348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-sabe-o-que-busca-sabe-apenas-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Leandro Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534763807427045942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmVIpV4ar9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FGUPVMCT_Xk/s72-c/interroga%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' 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levar angustias do dia dia me levam para longe sufocando,apertando vão tirando minha alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Alegria que penso,será que estou certo,ou apenas estou tenso,não sei aonde vou,apenas sei que irei,sonhos acabando,no que sera que me tornei.&lt;br /&gt;Um sonhador acordado a insonia vai batento,nos sonhos!A os sonhos,apenas tormentos.Amigos?será que existem?Apenas passam despercebidos, com as penas que se omitem.&lt;br /&gt;Falando, desabafando,comigo mesmo pensando.Ó vida...que vida estou levando,em palavras vou indo,e aos outros admirando,qual será meu dia? Meu dia esta acabando?&lt;br /&gt;Coração vazio, só resta magoas e coragem, para levar vida que muitos,desistem no meio da viagem, aqui eu sei,pelo menos eu sei qué é apenas uma passagem, ou quem sabe apenas uma mais uma viagem.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes fico pensando no bem,reflito da frase sem pensar a quem!Quem pode fazer por mim o que não fez por ninguem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magoas! todos tem,mais meus deus,que mundo é esse, será que alguem tem pena de alguem.&lt;br /&gt;É madrugada o sono nunca vem,mais uma noite que passa, e eu aqui sozinho, quem sabe pensando em alguem,vida vazia,vida cheia!Cheia de trabalho e suor, para sustentar oque há de pior.&lt;br /&gt;Ambição,bens materias, isso pouco importa se o mundo é mesquinho,e si propio nao sabe se é quem, nessa louca viagem importa saber se existe a tal felicidade... (Leandro Rodrigues) 21/07/2009 00:35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385993942508679468-3728601563827686700?l=leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/3728601563827686700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/uma-vida-para-pensar-levando-e-pensando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/3728601563827686700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385993942508679468/posts/default/3728601563827686700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leandrorodriguesrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/07/uma-vida-para-pensar-levando-e-pensando.html' title=''/><author><name>Leandro Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15534763807427045942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpoJZ5lT9lY/SmVaoob8Z1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/B1BssaCGU3Q/s72-c/pensando%2520no%2520pouco%2520que%2520ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
