<?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-8449012548313893718</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:27:25.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMANS TOYFRIEND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-6087150107571401097</id><published>2010-09-09T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:39:14.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><summary type='text'>a infinita certeza de que nada éa ínfima incerteza de que tudo não éa dúvidaa convicçãodivagar, devagar e sempreaté chegar na conclusão de que nada é completamente objetivoe o adjetivo certo é Belezao equivocado é não se sensibilizar coma vida é deliciosa quando se encontra a liberdadea liberação nasce também do esquecimentolembremos!o ouvido nem sempre ajuda no pensamentodesliguemos!há de se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6087150107571401097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=6087150107571401097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6087150107571401097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6087150107571401097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2010/09/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/TIlhTeGZyBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/T2zZVJHYUI0/s72-c/3683192532_3ec98f8e57_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-5157476958896792437</id><published>2010-07-28T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:01:23.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Sei Ser Solteiro</title><summary type='text'>hum...eu sou um ser cheio de amor, feito de amor, e que viveu muitos, e que prefere estar com alguém que ama por perto, pra doar, pra fazer carinho. Essa coisa de ser solteiro e não ter uma pessoa que vc gosta e pode dividir suas virtudes perto é complicado para alguém como eu. Parte maior da minha vida passei com pessoas especiais do meu lado, e como ando solteiro agora tenho sentido isso. Tenho</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5157476958896792437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=5157476958896792437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5157476958896792437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5157476958896792437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-sei-ser-solteiro.html' title='Não Sei Ser Solteiro'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/TFBgoGCUZ8I/AAAAAAAAAiY/sp2iF7LmxQI/s72-c/jae_kyeong_seo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-930885887601694178</id><published>2010-05-07T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T05:05:02.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise Art | vote</title><summary type='text'>Rise Art | voteVotem na Clarice!abram a porta pra uma artista de talento!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.riseart.com/vote/page:55' title='Rise Art | vote'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/930885887601694178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=930885887601694178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/930885887601694178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/930885887601694178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2010/05/rise-art-vote.html' title='Rise Art | vote'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-7426858094800115328</id><published>2010-05-01T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T03:34:37.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A propósito da polêmica e dos "ismo"</title><summary type='text'>viva o machismo e o feminismo. Dá nisso, cada um com mais razão que o outro, todo extremismo é burro, já diria eu mesmo. e eu daqui de cima, de baixo ou de fora, heheheh, vendo tudo e dando risada.e é isso, que as mulheres continuem correndo atrás do seu, e não independente do macho que ela queira, ou mesmo da fêmea, ela tem mais é que correr atrás, mas não precisa esquecer do amor. O céu é o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7426858094800115328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=7426858094800115328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/7426858094800115328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/7426858094800115328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2010/05/proposito-da-polemica-e-dos-ismo.html' title='A propósito da polêmica e dos &quot;ismo&quot;'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/S9wBwmSTJNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wKuHUjQlHis/s72-c/brigas-tv-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-5076781799487971426</id><published>2008-11-16T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:19:31.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se (ou: por uma filosofia pos-nietzscheana)</title><summary type='text'>O mundo é feito de gente com procuras, com metas, com sonhos, com meras utopias que afirmam querer realizar. Todos muito bem intecionados. Fato é que mesmo que estejam à procura dessas realizações, falta-lhes a ousadia maior de enchergar em si o que em si é e reside o impedimento à essa tal evolução, essa transcedência. Seria algo como uma pseudo iluminação? Seria em alguns casos a própria ou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5076781799487971426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=5076781799487971426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5076781799487971426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5076781799487971426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/11/procura-se-ou-por-uma-filosofia-pos.html' title='Procura-se (ou: por uma filosofia pos-nietzscheana)'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SSD4Yqh6tdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/54POaJPOowg/s72-c/Wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-4517414888566843982</id><published>2008-09-19T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T03:53:20.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESENTEIE-SE</title><summary type='text'>Sou um homem perdido em mim,Perdido no que me dei,No que me amei,No que vivi.Sou um homem da pós-modernidade apaixonado,Amando profusa e harmonicamente.Com desejos mais que sinceros de me fazer presente.Estou de péEm pinoCom a tez querente de teu desatino.Destino!Me introduza sem medo,Tenho paciência tenho paciência,Em tua vidaE já não é cedo.Vamos-nos ao cimo.Com pele de cordeiroE alma de saci </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4517414888566843982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=4517414888566843982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/4517414888566843982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/4517414888566843982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/presenteie-se.html' title='PRESENTEIE-SE'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SNNkXYDuiLI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZYFcRERpEXU/s72-c/Jeremy+Irons+e+Juliette+Binoche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-9050168011395444174</id><published>2008-08-11T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:20:42.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai kai balão, Hai kai balão</title><summary type='text'>RIO IMe rio, feliz.Sentindo a correnteDesaguar em ti.RIO IIBorda o valeDesenhando o canyonDe mil estações. RIO IIISegue o fluxoDa maneira de amar.Fez-se seguro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/9050168011395444174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=9050168011395444174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/9050168011395444174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/9050168011395444174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/hai-kai-balo-hai-kai-balo.html' title='Hai kai balão, Hai kai balão'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/adrianosarga/SKBlutT0bbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hjKdZOfEKJ4/s72-c/rio4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-899484770520869589</id><published>2008-08-05T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T04:14:37.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De meus sonhos, em realidade</title><summary type='text'>Acordou-me no meio da noiteMe separando às carnes latentes,Controlando-me na ponta dos dedos,Ao sussurrar de meus segredos entre os dentes.Fez de desejos antigos verdade,De minhas fantasias vizinhas suspiros,Dinamitando ao ouvido as vontades,Fazendo-me gostosa a grunhidos.Se envolvendo por mim, de afetoMostrou-me com toda harmonia e tesão Energias crescentes, eternasAludindo-me ao teto Com minhas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/899484770520869589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=899484770520869589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/899484770520869589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/899484770520869589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/acordou-me-no-meio-da-noite-me.html' title='De meus sonhos, em realidade'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SJjU1jcRWqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6hI91ySNey8/s72-c/2320907790_a68cd2e6a7_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-5320675569144209851</id><published>2008-08-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:38:42.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor nos tempos de dengue*</title><summary type='text'>Gabriel, Perdoe-nos, sabemos pouco sobre o que brincamos.Depois de uma ausência não comunicada, volto para falar um pouco mais sobre gente e de suas aventuras na tentativa de conviver."Alma gemia, cansou e num faz mas som nenhum" [Marcinha, de Candeias]."Eu sei que Míriam é a mulher da minha vida. Mesmo ela não querendo viver um relacionamento comigo, eu quero viver minha vida ao lado dela."[</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5320675569144209851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=5320675569144209851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5320675569144209851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5320675569144209851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-amor-nos-tempos-de-dengue.html' title='O amor nos tempos de dengue*'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SJNRv9mKDmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ceug3mERFjY/s72-c/untitledr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-8255079242037015311</id><published>2008-07-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:49:58.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz do Sol</title><summary type='text'>[É preciso escreverPara o não romper das nuvensPara que os óvnis não recuemPara que as vozes não se desculpemDissipando-se assim as dúvidasDespertando-se assim das ruas]Esse caminhar de caminho estreito,É longo e sinuoso,De ladear-se em mato verde, flor.Apertado, de só caber o caminhar de tão estreitoArvores por perto, arboretos, pássaros, ninhosO sol brinda a cada clareira, mostrando a relva </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8255079242037015311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=8255079242037015311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/8255079242037015311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/8255079242037015311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/luz-do-sol.html' title='Luz do Sol'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SG8T7GYNr4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/CmsojHd6dMw/s72-c/mata2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-8537735746822156479</id><published>2008-06-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:26:48.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba e Amor</title><summary type='text'>Eu faço samba e amor até mais tardeE tenho muito sono de manhãEscuto a correria da cidade, que ardeE apressa o dia de amanhãDe madrugada a gente ainda se amaE a fábrica começa a buzinarO trânsito contorna a nossa cama, reclamaDo nosso eterno espreguiçarNo colo da bem-vinda companheiraNo corpo do bendito violãoEu faço samba e amor a noite inteiraNão tenho a quem prestar satisfaçãoEu faço samba e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8537735746822156479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=8537735746822156479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/8537735746822156479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/8537735746822156479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/samba-e-amor.html' title='Samba e Amor'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-4145688098342889152</id><published>2008-06-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:14:49.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Amada Imoral</title><summary type='text'>Canta pra mimAquela música que adorasE ao meu ouvido confidencia os teus ais,Teus segredos, cheiros,Na impressão mais que digitalDe meus dedos.Tua dança da chuva pessoal.Senta aqui perto, Na minha frente.Quero aprender teu idioma,Falar tua língua sem erros,Numa harmonia de Eros e Psiquê.Quero te alimentar de certezas,De malícia, de espertezas,todas na bondade e safadeza.Por que tu és imoral,Tu </summary><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-6557833819454317733</id><published>2008-06-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:16:29.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luar na Lubre - Memória da Noite</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6557833819454317733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=6557833819454317733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6557833819454317733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6557833819454317733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/luar-na-lubre-memria-da-noite.html' title='Luar na Lubre - Memória da Noite'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-4617478539501646159</id><published>2008-06-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:22:25.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da vontade alheia e da cumplicidade</title><summary type='text'>Hoje acordei com desejo de massas, hoje tenho que comer uma massa. Só não quero espaguete, talharim, fusilli, penne. Nada dessa natureza, to com vontade de nhoque, pizza, lazanha. E falando em desejos, vontades e afins; tava pensando comigo sobre as vontades dos outros e lá vai farinha pra fornada.Com o tempo a gente tende a pensar mais sobre o que nos acontece e os porquês de que acontece </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4617478539501646159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=4617478539501646159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/4617478539501646159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/4617478539501646159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/da-vontade-alheia-e-da-cumplicidade.html' title='Da vontade alheia e da cumplicidade'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SGAvZUodgnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IHdUbxc9wR4/s72-c/ABRAZO1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-1313357776515550050</id><published>2008-06-23T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:50:43.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Redhead - Melody</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1313357776515550050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=1313357776515550050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/1313357776515550050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/1313357776515550050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Blonde Redhead - Melody'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-1367058041206371150</id><published>2008-06-20T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:47:23.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relacionamento Vegan, o que é isso?</title><summary type='text'>Por que Antes só que mal acompanhado? [Continuação de "Sobre os anseios e o mundo de ilusões dentro de cada seio"]Zé: -Você conhece aquela do vegetariano?Ana: -Não! Qual é?Z: -Levou a moça pro mato e comeu a moita!A: - oO E há quem não goste de verDura! (pensando)Quem já foi, ou é vegetariano, entende ou entenderá o que digo.Amar à distância, é namorar ao estilo vegetariano.Tenho dito e acredito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1367058041206371150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=1367058041206371150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/1367058041206371150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/1367058041206371150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/relacionamento-vegan-o-que-isso-por-que.html' title='Relacionamento Vegan, o que é isso?'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SFvvix5TPAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bxaAY3fASoA/s72-c/sexovegetariano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-5622577524299101468</id><published>2008-06-19T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:11:09.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um quê</title><summary type='text'>Longe de mim abriu-se E aqui uma porta,Simultaneamente adentraram-se Olhos desavisadosSem semblantes, nem intentos.Que desvelando-se ao tempoFace fez-se ao sentimento de surpresa.Tais quais as presas de uma najaInjetando fluido fatalmente certo,Pausando o respirar e inflando inocente.Ímã de um traçado de vidaQue na ponta dos dedos trásIdéias e vontades que jamaisForam tão harmônicos.E ao recostar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5622577524299101468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=5622577524299101468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5622577524299101468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5622577524299101468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-qu.html' title='Um quê'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SFpow6o8a8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/m_cpK6au4xs/s72-c/visconti_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-2228309187690880906</id><published>2008-06-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:15:23.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Outro Canto de Baile</title><summary type='text'>Há mais ou menos 10 anos atrás, senti resistência em ler Nietzsche, sentia mesmo, assim como em Fiodor Dostoiévski ainda hoje tenho cautela; afinal de contas não é qualquer leitura, algo que saia pelo fiofó[expressão infame]. Nada mais natural que perceber que esta resistência por Nietzsche se dava por saber encontrar-se nele uma leitura um tanto mais profunda e desafiadora, provocadora e de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2228309187690880906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=2228309187690880906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2228309187690880906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2228309187690880906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/acabo-de-te-olhar-nos-olhos-vida-vi.html' title='O Outro Canto de Baile'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SFfUyMmUnLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eENfa0rAJro/s72-c/sensualidade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-68996454328971554</id><published>2008-06-16T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:31:40.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sol Nascerá</title><summary type='text'>A sorrirEu pretendo levar a vidaPois chorandoEu vi a mocidadePerdidaFim da tempestadeO sol nasceráFim desta saudadeHei de ter outro alguém apara amarA sorrirEu pretendo levar a vidaPois chorandoEu vi a mocidadePerdida[Música: Cartola / Elton Menezes]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/68996454328971554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=68996454328971554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/68996454328971554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/68996454328971554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-sol-nascer.html' title='O Sol Nascerá'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-1407763347753970418</id><published>2008-06-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:44:13.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tive, Sim</title><summary type='text'>Tive, simOutro grande amor antes do teuTive, simO que ela sonhava eram os meus sonhos e assimÍamos vivendo em pazNosso lar, em nosso lar sempre houve alegriaEu vivia tão contenteComo contente ao teu lado estouTive, simMas comparar com o teu amor seria o fimEu vou calarPois não pretendo amor te magoar[música: Cartola]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1407763347753970418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=1407763347753970418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/1407763347753970418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/1407763347753970418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/tive-sim.html' title='Tive, Sim'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-2711079445878368527</id><published>2008-06-12T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:50:19.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A paixão segundo Werther &amp; Karl Moor</title><summary type='text'>Quero ser teu alicerce,Quero ser teu chão,Quero ser tapa-sexo,Quero ser o teu pulmão,Quero servir pra ti travesseiro,Quero ser cadeira, espelho,Quero ser teu conselheiro,Quero ser inteiro.Quero esfacelar as estruturas,Roubar teu chão na cara-dura,Invadir teu ventre em nexo,Tirar teu ar, inflar teu plexo,Quero deitar meu peso sobre ti,Ver cavalgares sobre mim,Ouvir teus uivos, grunhidos, beijos,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2711079445878368527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=2711079445878368527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2711079445878368527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2711079445878368527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/paixo-segundo-werther-moor.html' title='A paixão segundo Werther &amp; Karl Moor'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SFFvuO1lCzI/AAAAAAAAACE/7CPhjwtcd6s/s72-c/I%27ll+be+here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-3262951106796596156</id><published>2008-06-12T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T04:32:32.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle</title><summary type='text'>Mergulhei nos olhos sorridentes que me fitavam,Escorrendo como lágrima pelo rosto,Experimentando lábios, queixo e pescoço.Me esboço nu em teu pensamento sem fosso,Onde tuas mãos exploravam sedentas,Sequiosas de meu furor disposto.Tomado por ti, que tramas fantasiando minhas loucuras.Me personificas teu brinquedo amorosoDe gosto horripilantemente poderoso,À seduzir tua vontade, alma, carne e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3262951106796596156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=3262951106796596156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/3262951106796596156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/3262951106796596156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/puzzle.html' title='Puzzle'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SFEJAIYFqWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BNo7q-rfllI/s72-c/puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-8034538621267590878</id><published>2008-06-09T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:30:53.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologia do sentido</title><summary type='text'>O sol encabulou de teu livre-arbítrio,Fugiu doido, desvairado, querente.Corado anoiteceu a câmara, alcova da gente.Me mergulhava em teu colo, lírio, rio de licores.Já não éramos um trio,Apolo abandonava tal espio,Enquanto eu perscrutava com meus dedosAs notas de tua pele.Aveludada tez onde deslisei o rosto,Vislumbrando mil sabores,Respirando cheiros mornos,Tua alma quente em cores.Mesmo que não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8034538621267590878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=8034538621267590878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/8034538621267590878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/8034538621267590878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/apologia-do-sentido.html' title='Apologia do sentido'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SFQcLAAFpsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FhpDh6oLI70/s72-c/573px-Franz_von_Bayros_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-7281378273794271773</id><published>2008-06-08T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:01:02.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvorada íntima</title><summary type='text'>Um horizonte Iluminado em azulFez brilhar O mangue molhado Da manhã Dos lábios.Tamanha a intensidade,Ofuscou o olhar nublado.Fazendo das trilhas Caminhos tão íntimos Quanto os traços Do semblante amado.Eram tantos cantos e cânticos,Que era inebriante o frenético farfalhar.Onde o odor de alegria fixava, penetrante,Espraiava,se espelhava no arDo sorriso vítreo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7281378273794271773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=7281378273794271773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/7281378273794271773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/7281378273794271773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/alvorada.html' title='Alvorada íntima'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE2xnSKs-xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xmTbeuVUAjE/s72-c/100266323_39645dbf66_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-2791773350069202650</id><published>2008-06-07T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:49:27.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Face</title><summary type='text'>Me iluminava a fronte A idéia de encontrar,Num sorriso abastado De nobreza e singular,Outra fonte de beleza E magia cativante.Existiria realmente Tal semblante?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2791773350069202650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=2791773350069202650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2791773350069202650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2791773350069202650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-iluminava-fronte-idia-de-encontrar.html' title='Secret Face'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SEpV187CFwI/AAAAAAAAABk/D8CuzawVbA0/s72-c/secret_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-6465777901496863484</id><published>2008-06-04T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:25:43.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre os anseios e o mundo de ilusões dentro de cada seio</title><summary type='text'>Choveu muito, não faço idéia de quantos milímetros choveu de ontem até agora, o que sei é que não me atrevi a por os pés na rua. Vocês não acham interessante como dias que te deixam de 'molho' te fazem bem mais introspectivo? E eu cá pensativo como em outros dias molhados, divagava sobre os assuntos que tocam a alma feminina e os que supostamente não tocam, tocariam. Questionava-me sobre os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6465777901496863484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=6465777901496863484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6465777901496863484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6465777901496863484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/sobre-os-anseios-e-o-mundo-de-iluses.html' title='Sobre os anseios e o mundo de ilusões dentro de cada seio'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SEmmtVhsqjI/AAAAAAAAABc/CfnxCBeOEUY/s72-c/cla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-2153567950835894320</id><published>2008-06-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:52:59.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2/4 (dois por quatro)</title><summary type='text'>Canto o que se firmaAsas em pós de pirlimpimpimNum mundo mágico sem balãoGramas douradas e flores pratasNuma dança desritmada a vida se embalaNum passo sem dois-pra-cá, dois-pra-láMergulho em confetes e purpurinaProcurando no fundo teu brilhoTeu lascivo som no espelhoMeu gosto por teu sol já em pinoUma sensação me revestePor bailar-nos por entre essa noitePescando palavras do ventreQue nunca </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2153567950835894320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=2153567950835894320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2153567950835894320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2153567950835894320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/24-dois-por-quatro.html' title='2/4 (dois por quatro)'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SEdEfMtbVoI/AAAAAAAAABU/VU1SlL_NNk4/s72-c/50e125e89c400222bb4118e661154800792f449c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-2130526073303877359</id><published>2008-06-04T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:28:27.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESCARADO</title><summary type='text'>As máscaras na festa são personagens,Mitos, fantasias, contos de fada.Não as uso, descarto os grãos das vargens.Expondo assim a fantasiaSem pinturas, Sem culpas, Nada enfadada.As vozes nas músicas são miragensSussurros, urros, ruídos.As lacunas e frestas na mente são passagensVisões, espectros, fantasmas.A superfície, o externo, a expressão Contra o que vem de dentro, sentimento, canção.A minha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2130526073303877359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=2130526073303877359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2130526073303877359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/2130526073303877359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/descarado.html' title='DESCARADO'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SEcecwjPRwI/AAAAAAAAABE/6tflfkiuqe4/s72-c/outerbridge_mask_and_hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-5100902208928404876</id><published>2008-06-03T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:21:32.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia de silêncio</title><summary type='text'>Amar é se embebedar de vida,Se entregar no caminho,Fazer de um milênio Um momento sosinho?Um dia de silêncio!Tic-tac... Tic-tac... Tic-tac... Tic-tac... Tic-tac.Precipita-se translúcidoNa velocidade de meu pulso,Como um avarento beijo,Indiferente ao paulatino gotejo.Segundos voam,Horas passam,Idéias vão.Frase recorrente;Alucinação:Meu sangue jorrando em combustão!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5100902208928404876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=5100902208928404876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5100902208928404876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/5100902208928404876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-dia-de-silncio.html' title='Um dia de silêncio'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SFQ195zwlSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xegdPN6MXK4/s72-c/Moreau+Gustave+-+Etude+de+nu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-3600799487905790331</id><published>2008-04-29T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:20:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dia de Ponta Cabeça</title><summary type='text'>Acho q o Mundo está de ponta cabeçaComo diria o artista que prestaAh inferno pra ter Cão!Haveria eu concordar, ou não?Nesse mundo onde a surpresa é em maioria negativaO que se espera do amanhã é nenhuma expectativaÉ a falha sobre-humana sobre o eixo da terraE teima que nem Sasá, continua sob engano, erra!A maioria dos humanos são de Áries?Ou seriam todos de Marte?Por que ultimamente tenho visto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3600799487905790331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=3600799487905790331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/3600799487905790331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/3600799487905790331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-dia-de-ponta-cabea.html' title='O Dia de Ponta Cabeça'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SBt3OXPmisI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dVAthU1tp-4/s72-c/Clipboard02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-4140834514361225817</id><published>2008-04-19T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:18:42.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite&amp;Dia</title><summary type='text'>O orvalho é a lágrima da manhã, que chora por nunca poder encontrar-se com a noite.       Eis que a noite está pouco preocupada com o orvalho,Ela se passa na gandaia despreocupada com tal choro     Mas a chuva da noite pode ser um indício da falta que sente do dia     Ou mesmo a necessidade de banhar-se de liberdade cansada     E até a vontade de banhar o dia, que chaga em breve, dessa sua </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4140834514361225817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=4140834514361225817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/4140834514361225817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/4140834514361225817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/04/noite.html' title='Noite&amp;Dia'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SApXLkBZ4HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/b0tEGZRbAkE/s72-c/Sol_e_lua.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-4939775634853355711</id><published>2008-04-05T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:12:45.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proximidade - Distância</title><summary type='text'>...Se minha vontade vagasse o mundo inteiroEncontrando ao final o rumo em teu beijo,Faria do abraço um porto seguro,Pra nunca cair no bel desespero.Apertando-te ao palpitante e nu peito,Mesclando-nos em meio ao suor e ao gostoDe teu e meu movimento de beijo em colado rosto.Teu sussurro e olhos fechadosNum tombar de cabeça para traz,De braço estendido ao pescoço,Dependurada e desejosa de maaaiis.A</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4939775634853355711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=4939775634853355711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/4939775634853355711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/4939775634853355711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/04/proximidade.html' title='Proximidade - Distância'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-6797221997401144321</id><published>2008-04-04T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:05:53.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadros - Haikais - Quadris</title><summary type='text'>SintoniaUm sorriso iluminará teus olhos;Um beijo te inundará vaporosa.Flutua teu rosto decifrante.BeijoOlhar distante,Mão na nuca nervosa,Boca num instante.MarriageSol e chuva,Grama molhada,Desliza à luva.Fim de tardeCrepúsculo,Luz no horizonte,Corta meu espírito.Banco d'AuroraSento calmo,Move o rio,Voz amiga.GozoTe beijo feliz,Engulo o teu urro,Tremem os quadrís.LaguinhoFolhas secas vi.O ganso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6797221997401144321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=6797221997401144321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6797221997401144321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6797221997401144321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/04/quadros-quadris.html' title='Quadros - Haikais - Quadris'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449012548313893718.post-6044343217411744466</id><published>2008-04-03T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:23:56.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noves Fora - ou - Dos Novos Foras</title><summary type='text'>"Olha Lindo... você é massa, mas não quero lhe dizer não, nem sim, por que pode ser que eu me arrependa depois."(Fulana) "Zé, estou balançada entre você e ele,... não quero dizer não pra você, por que ainda não sei se é a coisa certa a fazer. Se eu disser sim ou não e quiser voltar atrás depois talvez seja tarde demais."(Cicrana)Se x e x' (respectivamente, y e y') têm o mesmo resto módulo 9, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6044343217411744466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8449012548313893718&amp;postID=6044343217411744466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6044343217411744466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8449012548313893718/posts/default/6044343217411744466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toyfriend.blogspot.com/2008/04/noves-fora-ou-dos-novos-foras.html' title='Noves Fora - ou - Dos Novos Foras'/><author><name>Adriano Sargaço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01468347643023195978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRFZ3J8oN_A/SE0EpGNifTI/AAAAAAAAABs/cvgEQA1Vwqc/S220/euuu3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
