<?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-4173443319368377951</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:47:25.430-07:00</updated><category term='desafio'/><category term='Daniel di Souza'/><category term='vida'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='dizer não'/><category term='conselho'/><category term='acrostico'/><category term='Só de passagem'/><category term='Não'/><category term='Dia das mulheres'/><category term='Siga em frente'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Mulher'/><title type='text'>Daniel di Souza</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danieldisouza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173443319368377951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danieldisouza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>danieldisouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520214288824864656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kmyiZPOvJw/SSYo7wAadxI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ur6KTwTPQnk/S220/dan_text.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173443319368377951.post-2138996960075930681</id><published>2009-09-27T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:18:08.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dizer não'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conselho'/><title type='text'>Dizer não nem sempre é ruim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent: 35.4pt"&gt;Como já dizia os nossos pais, é machucando que aprendemos a se virar no mundo, é ouvindo não que aprendemos a procurar por outros sins e temos que aguentar gente medrosa, acomodada e mimada sugar a nossa vida em prol de futilidades e coisas inúteis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Pode ser amigo, irmão, pai, mãe e quem for, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eu só sou amigo nas horas do “vamos lá, arruma a cozinha pra mim só hoje” e “eu queria que você me desse uma carona até a ponte que partiu, pois você é meu irmão e tem obrigação de me ajudar”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Ajudar, engraçado dizer isto, mas ajudar não é apenas estar lá sempre que a pessoa precisa, pois temos vida também e não vivemos em função da vida alheia o tempo todo. E dizer não faz parte do aprendizado, entender e respeitar as nossas vontades. Desde quando seu pai ou a sua mãe disse sempre sim pra você? Será que eles faziam isto porque eram maus ou queria te ensinar a receber um “não” como resposta e entender que na vida a gente recebe não também. Eles não vão deixar de amar você por dizer um não e nem um amigo seu ficará triste com você por receber um não algumas vezes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Para aqueles resistentes e que acham que tem que incutir um sim na cabeça das pessoas que ama ou gosta fica este recado dado pelo escritor revoltado com as pessoas que te prejudicam por pensar que sim é uma constante na sua vida. Eu continuarei amando estas pessoas da mesma forma e intensidade, só quero elas acordem e vejam que ao redor delas tem muitas gamas de possibilidades de resolver a vida de outra forma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Abraços do seu colega Daniel di Souza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173443319368377951-2138996960075930681?l=danieldisouza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danieldisouza.blogspot.com/feeds/2138996960075930681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173443319368377951&amp;postID=2138996960075930681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173443319368377951/posts/default/2138996960075930681'/><link rel='self' 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term='Dia das mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel di Souza'/><title type='text'>O Ser Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Ser Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ser mulher é mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do que se possa imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É o porto, o aconchego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É alguém que sempre hei de admirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É a luz, é a lida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É o sol de cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É a cor, é o sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que tempera a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ser mulher é mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do que se possa explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É a chave, é o elo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É divino, é um ser tão belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tão apraz e tão eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É a mão que afaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É o beijo que embreaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É o som que propaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em nossos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daniel di Souza (18/02/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173443319368377951-262228566321583653?l=danieldisouza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danieldisouza.blogspot.com/feeds/262228566321583653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173443319368377951&amp;postID=262228566321583653' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173443319368377951/posts/default/262228566321583653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173443319368377951/posts/default/262228566321583653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danieldisouza.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-ser-mulher-ser-mulher-e-mais-do-que.html' title='O Ser Mulher'/><author><name>danieldisouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520214288824864656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kmyiZPOvJw/SSYo7wAadxI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ur6KTwTPQnk/S220/dan_text.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173443319368377951.post-744784363874130390</id><published>2008-11-27T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:28:08.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siga em frente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel di Souza'/><title type='text'>Siga em frente</title><content type='html'>Siga em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vale em vida&lt;br /&gt;não é mero, material.&lt;br /&gt;É sem mesura, descabida,&lt;br /&gt;é a pura essência, transcendental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo vai, a saudade fica,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo traz recordação.&lt;br /&gt;A alma esvai, solidifíca,&lt;br /&gt;o que se faz com coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pos isso cante, ria mais,&lt;br /&gt;esbanje ardor em demasia.&lt;br /&gt;Semêi amor, cultive a paz,&lt;br /&gt;Viva a vida em poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Di Souza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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frente'/><author><name>danieldisouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520214288824864656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kmyiZPOvJw/SSYo7wAadxI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ur6KTwTPQnk/S220/dan_text.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173443319368377951.post-5177479040662348780</id><published>2008-11-27T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:22:16.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Só de passagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel di Souza'/><title type='text'>Só de Passagem</title><content type='html'>Só de Passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa gente pelos lados,&lt;br /&gt;Por cada canto que eu vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Passa rente, de soslaio,&lt;br /&gt;passa quente, com anseio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam de frente, diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;algumas passam lá embaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Passam todas, passam sempre,&lt;br /&gt;pára uma, de repente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Param duas, um encontro,&lt;br /&gt;um longo papo quem sabe.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo nunca pára,&lt;br /&gt;corre frenético, dispara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desparam, recorrem,&lt;br /&gt;uma atrás da outra,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo não se veêm,&lt;br /&gt;não tem tempo, o tempo não se tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa gente pelos lados&lt;br /&gt;param duas, um encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Por cada canto que eu vejo,&lt;br /&gt;um longo papo quem sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olham-se todos, de soslaio,&lt;br /&gt;passam rentes, passa gente.&lt;br /&gt;Pelos fundos, todos mundos&lt;br /&gt;Todos mudos de passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam cegos, surdos,&lt;br /&gt;passam por passar.&lt;br /&gt;Passa tudo,&lt;br /&gt;que se possa imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam ali, passam doídas,&lt;br /&gt;passam aqui, passam sofridas.&lt;br /&gt;Passam sorrisos, passam cansaços,&lt;br /&gt;e eu aqui, sempre, seguindo seus passos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Di Souza e Renato Mendes Oliveira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4173443319368377951-5177479040662348780?l=danieldisouza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danieldisouza.blogspot.com/feeds/5177479040662348780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4173443319368377951&amp;postID=5177479040662348780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173443319368377951/posts/default/5177479040662348780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4173443319368377951/posts/default/5177479040662348780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danieldisouza.blogspot.com/2008/11/s-de-passagem.html' title='Só de Passagem'/><author><name>danieldisouza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520214288824864656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kmyiZPOvJw/SSYo7wAadxI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ur6KTwTPQnk/S220/dan_text.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4173443319368377951.post-5956689565057976823</id><published>2008-11-20T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:39:51.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrostico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel di Souza'/><title type='text'>Amor pelas beiradas</title><content type='html'>Amor pelas beiradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;u ousaria querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nir meus lábios aos teus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ornarmos um só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ntes, suor,carne e alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lém do prazer, alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;undos e estrelas só pra te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; quanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel Di Souza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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