<?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-2593311764468646022</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:43:00.540-08:00</updated><category term='Ano Novo'/><category term='liberdade poeta'/><category term='Pétalas caídas'/><category term='Rir'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='asas'/><category term='silêncios'/><category term='Chovendo'/><category term='Outono'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Primavera'/><category term='cão'/><category term='esperança'/><category term='Infinito'/><category term='pensamento'/><category term='Mar'/><category term='Novo ou velho'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='Desejo'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Lágrima'/><category term='Peregrino'/><category term='Ser'/><category term='mulher'/><category term='fome'/><category term='Viver'/><category term='vento'/><category term='sentir em casa'/><category term='palhaço'/><category term='brisa'/><category term='Aurora'/><category term='Natureza'/><category term='pobreza'/><category term='Maria'/><category term='boas festas'/><category term='existencia'/><category term='mãe'/><category term='criança'/><category term='Presente e Futuro'/><category term='princípio e fim'/><category term='Prazer'/><category term='pastor'/><category term='Negrinha'/><category term='Menino'/><category term='Amor perene'/><category term='Abertura'/><category term='tertulias virtuais'/><category term='Liberdade'/><title type='text'>Rabiscando Poesia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-4969405967949596368</id><published>2011-11-16T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:07:55.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asas'/><title type='text'>Ter asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smYDuVxU7oE/TsQwCoLtqUI/AAAAAAAABXQ/dBMacC2heCg/s1600/pombabr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smYDuVxU7oE/TsQwCoLtqUI/AAAAAAAABXQ/dBMacC2heCg/s200/pombabr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675714252098087234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sempre que sinto saudades do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Experimento um esgar de dor quase indescritível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É nesses momentos que gostava de ter asas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E planar serenamente na procura de novo prado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Onde o passado fosse presente apetecível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem ser consumido pelo fogo dessas brasas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Como eu te invejo pomba de penas sedosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que viajas de aquém para além do infinito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vens e vais quando ninguém o pode fazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Por favor, leva minhas lágrimas copiosas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que brotam de verdade, não minto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E que deixo soçobrar, mesmo sem querer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Choro por não saber voar para te acompanhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Queria percorrer terras e mares desconhecidos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Conhecer lugares e pessoas de outras culturas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Encontrar novos seres com quem compartilhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A felicidade sentida e vivida em tempos idos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E que agora sumiu quais meras agruras&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O presente tem passado, não sei se terá futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas eu quero vivê-lo de pés assentes na terra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nem que para isso seja preciso sonhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fugir de uma realidade que não aturo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sentir o aconchego do desejo que me aperra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas não impede os meus sentidos de voar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vezes sem conta me embrenho no vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sinto-me oco só de pensar em atravessar a ponte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aquela que ainda liga o ténue sentido da vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que ocupa meus pensamentos e eterno desafio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas nunca esquece o longínquo horizonte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mesmo que não passe de vã ilusão sentida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pudera eu transformar-me em anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E sentir as delícias do espaço etéreo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Certamente que deixaria de sonhar e pensar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A realidade estaria consumada e seria benfazejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jamais ousaria rejeitar a vida em concorpóreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sendo esse o desejo final sem qualquer pesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nota: É com prazer que volto ao convívio de todos após alguns meses de interregno. Obrigado a todos os amigos/as que fizeram o favor de continuar a visitar o meu cantinho. Em breve iniciarei as visitas que serão não só de agradecimento, mas também para matar saudades desta ausência. Obrigado&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/2593311764468646022-4969405967949596368?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4969405967949596368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=4969405967949596368' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4969405967949596368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4969405967949596368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2011/11/ter-asas.html' title='Ter asas'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smYDuVxU7oE/TsQwCoLtqUI/AAAAAAAABXQ/dBMacC2heCg/s72-c/pombabr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-1246261219538931915</id><published>2011-07-06T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:36:19.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Nascer, viver, morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCej-r8Lkxg/ThTTJJ81PfI/AAAAAAAABXI/bRwqpJfQpe0/s1600/alphaetomega.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seria correcto utilizar uma imagem coerente: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Nascer, viver e novamente recomeçar”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque do acto de nascer não tenho consciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contudo há a essência da vida que não o desmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já diferente foi o caminho de um lento vivenciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da meninice recordo episódios isolados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde persistem sentimentos de abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De fuga ao quotidiano de menino pobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde inocentes brincadeiras foram aliadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A uma camaradagem franca e sem retorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas cuja lembrança tem um sabor nobre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nos longos anos que marcam a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há tantas histórias, amores, mentiras e verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo isso não passa de uma amálgama de emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que foi condimentada de forma sentida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde a ausência do antídoto contra as maldades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abriu caminho a muitas e servis tentações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida devia ser uma festa permanente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E não é porque nós não acreditamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naquilo que pretendemos e queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu deixei a vida deslizar serenamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Percorri longas avenidas ladeadas de álamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E contornei os caminhos agrestes e ermos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os anos da juventude foram belos e fogosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas quantas vezes me impediram de ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Retiveram o meu imenso desejo de escolher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque não conhecia outros sois radiosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que certamente me teriam feito aceder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aos altares celestes de um outro saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora que a luz da vida está prestes a apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penso tranquilamente em tudo que queria e não tive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afinal era dispensável, porque consegui ser eu mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neste corpo efemeramente cedido que irei entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só ficarei com a alma que sempre sobrevive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E que me levará ao encontro do Bem Supremo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-1246261219538931915?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1246261219538931915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=1246261219538931915' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1246261219538931915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1246261219538931915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2011/07/nascer-viver-morrer.html' title='Nascer, viver, morrer'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCej-r8Lkxg/ThTTJJ81PfI/AAAAAAAABXI/bRwqpJfQpe0/s72-c/alphaetomega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-6615770873392191057</id><published>2011-06-10T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T07:51:25.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade poeta'/><title type='text'>Liberdade do poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYepKz5zi_c/TfIH9sm-0iI/AAAAAAAABV0/oc7PCRk7ejg/s1600/liberd_poeta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYepKz5zi_c/TfIH9sm-0iI/AAAAAAAABV0/oc7PCRk7ejg/s200/liberd_poeta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616560441812505122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O poeta é humano, mas livre e sem peias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sua liberdade voa com a volúpia dos ventos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apenas fica aquém da vontade do Deus Criador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por que é um ser centrado na procura de panaceias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apesar disso pode esquecer tais momentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E ter ele próprio o papel de homem libertador&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou pobre de condição que humilde poeta encarna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não tenho desejos de riqueza, lisonja ou afins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto e desfruto da felicidade do pensamento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com ele tudo alcanço, pois dele tudo emana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tanto posso estar ao lado dos anjos Serafins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como sentir o demónio enquanto tormento &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A força dos poderosos deixa-me indiferente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eles não podem vergar a minha imaginação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não sinto ódio, só pesar pela sua desdita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seu domínio tudo arrebata sem deixar semente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esquecendo as enormes ondas de indignação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dos atingidos pela sua acção maldita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A felicidade deste mundo é ténue e passageira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas todos nós a buscamos desenfreadamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Há pessoas com a ilusão de que a encontraram&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sinto a poesia como uma suave passadeira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pela qual posso atravessar a margem placidamente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao encontro da vida que outrora me prometeram&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O poeta diz o que sente ou aquilo que pensa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pode ser a verdade ou utilizar a imaginação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Usa a escrita como arma ou princípio de paz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sua liberdade assumida tudo condensa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que escreve pode não passar de ficção&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A arte da escrita está no segredo daquilo que faz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A liberdade do poeta é única e intransmissível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só ele tem o coração pronto para a albergar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O seu dom está na transmissão dos sentimentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por amor e para o amor, eu sou fiel e sensível&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O meu espaço de liberdade será sempre um aconchegar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para os que anseiam pelo amor em todos os momentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-6615770873392191057?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6615770873392191057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=6615770873392191057' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/6615770873392191057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/6615770873392191057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2011/06/liberdade-do-poeta.html' title='Liberdade do poeta'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYepKz5zi_c/TfIH9sm-0iI/AAAAAAAABV0/oc7PCRk7ejg/s72-c/liberd_poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-9086045889162718949</id><published>2011-05-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:10:45.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chovendo'/><title type='text'>Chovendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJhkPjHrQh4/TdWvEsJFz5I/AAAAAAAABUk/nre8CZZB-_0/s1600/chuva.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJhkPjHrQh4/TdWvEsJFz5I/AAAAAAAABUk/nre8CZZB-_0/s200/chuva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608581406063447954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De pés descalços seguia pelo caminho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O frio penetrava-me intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva miudinha escorria pela face&lt;br /&gt;A camisa ensopada até ao colarinho&lt;br /&gt;Enregelava meu corpo incessantemente&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me mais molhado que uma alface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para o céu e comecei a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Vou andar mais depressa, vou correr&lt;br /&gt;Talvez consiga chegar a um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;E então poderei finalmente descansar&lt;br /&gt;Aliviar um pouco este meu sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Pois penso não merecer tal castigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na precipitação da marcha acelerada&lt;br /&gt;Escorrego e caio desamparadamente&lt;br /&gt;As palmas das mãos rasparam na areia&lt;br /&gt;Vi que uma delas estava dilacerada&lt;br /&gt;Gotas de sangue brotaram repetidamente&lt;br /&gt;Tinha que procurar uma panaceia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio passou como por encanto&lt;br /&gt;A dor era agora o esgar do meu sentir&lt;br /&gt;Soergui-me imerso em mil pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Estava triste e soltei um leve pranto&lt;br /&gt;Confesso a fraqueza, não sei mentir&lt;br /&gt;Sou um homem de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retomei a caminhada, agora sem tino&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia para onde ia ou o que queria&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbrei um vulto ao longe e aguardei&lt;br /&gt;Já não sabia o que fazer, parecia um cretino&lt;br /&gt;Esperei curioso para ver quem seria&lt;br /&gt;E na borda da passagem me sentei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem de bastante idade e mal vestido&lt;br /&gt;Fitou-me longamente com alguma compaixão&lt;br /&gt;Amigo está ferido? Perguntou delicadamente&lt;br /&gt;Sim, respondi meio atordoado e sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Ajudou-me a levantar e deu-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;Pensei para comigo: é um anjo certamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-9086045889162718949?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9086045889162718949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=9086045889162718949' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/9086045889162718949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/9086045889162718949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-pes-descalcos-seguia-pelo-caminho-o.html' title='Chovendo'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJhkPjHrQh4/TdWvEsJFz5I/AAAAAAAABUk/nre8CZZB-_0/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-1405281058788643530</id><published>2011-04-05T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:14:25.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primavera'/><title type='text'>Primavera sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mU8ODezZyHw/TZuf_nJd0XI/AAAAAAAABTo/qbv2tQSYfWw/s1600/primavera_blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mU8ODezZyHw/TZuf_nJd0XI/AAAAAAAABTo/qbv2tQSYfWw/s200/primavera_blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592239277499863410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Primavera não é apenas uma estação temporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Que sendo bela, não abarca toda a sua plenitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Primavera é um estado de espírito empírico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Que se sente de uma forma natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ela é como mulher bonita adornada de virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Que se deixa embalar em melodioso canto lírico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A primavera jamais perde a sua beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Seja nas flores que despontam no campo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ou no acto do nascer de uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Porque quando floresce uma nova certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;O seu destino é incerto como o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Mas os raios de sol são o dealbar da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;As águas agitadas do Oceano são tépida primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Quando se enleiam e regurgitam suavemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Espraiando-se num amor plácido incontido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Mas que está em qualquer lado à nossa espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Aguardando a chegada de alguém ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Com febre de amor desejado e sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Primavera é o sentir da vida de um ancião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Que percorreu um caminho sem retorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Feliz pelo que soube fazer sem lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;E que agora exaspera com a chegada da solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Aspirando pelo provir de um dia morno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Para apagar o fogo de outrora a cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Panóplia de seres marinhos é primavera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Que povoa as profundezas dos Oceanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Que nadam perdidamente sem fim à vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Mas renovam o círculo de vida efémera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;De tantos milhões de seres humanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Que nunca perderam o desejo de conquista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Primavera é sempre quando nós queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Porque faz parte do que é certo e imaginário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ela é intrinsecamente inseparável da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Da criancice até ao termo da velhice voaremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Em corcel percorrendo um caminho binário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Na estrada invisível de uma vida haurida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-1405281058788643530?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1405281058788643530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=1405281058788643530' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1405281058788643530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1405281058788643530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2011/04/primavera-sempre_05.html' title='Primavera sempre'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mU8ODezZyHw/TZuf_nJd0XI/AAAAAAAABTo/qbv2tQSYfWw/s72-c/primavera_blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-9038257139809533336</id><published>2011-02-02T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:47:29.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração amarfanhado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TUlVG6vWvAI/AAAAAAAABSc/c1diBNdBNho/s1600/corac_amarf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 149px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569075991555783682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TUlVG6vWvAI/AAAAAAAABSc/c1diBNdBNho/s200/corac_amarf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***************************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A você entreguei meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me senti feliz durante tempo infindo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas conhecia uma ventura inaudita&lt;br /&gt;De manhã acordava e pedia em oração&lt;br /&gt;Que você continuasse sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;E que à minha porta não batesse a desdita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O tempo foi esvaindo lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Os dias eram aspergidos de luz e emoção&lt;br /&gt;As noites eram dias de lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Ambos juramos com fé solenemente&lt;br /&gt;Que nossas vidas seriam um único torrão&lt;br /&gt;Como que espessas camadas de geleia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trilhamos caminhos desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Viajamos por terras que ninguém conhecia&lt;br /&gt;Os oceanos foram estreitos rios&lt;br /&gt;De águas tépidas e leitos adormecidos&lt;br /&gt;Onde assentamos a nossa soberania&lt;br /&gt;De uma harmonia sentida sem desvarios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quantas noites de luar nos aconchegaram&lt;br /&gt;Quantas estrelas longínquas nos protegeram&lt;br /&gt;Imensas legiões de anjos nos guiaram&lt;br /&gt;Nossas almas felizes alegremente choraram&lt;br /&gt;Longe de esquecer o que outrora prometeram&lt;br /&gt;Enleadas no bálsamo daqueles que sempre amaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que vivemos foi intensamente belo&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente merecedor de ser recordado&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a memória se dilua&lt;br /&gt;Ficam os sentimentos como selo&lt;br /&gt;De um contrato feito e herdado&lt;br /&gt;Que perdurará para além da meia-lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estranhos sentimentos agora me assolam&lt;br /&gt;No finar de uma vida que foi só nossa&lt;br /&gt;Parece que tudo não passou de um sonho inventado&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta das tuas mãos que consolam&lt;br /&gt;Verto lágrimas salgadas que fazem mossa&lt;br /&gt;A um coração que ficou amarfanhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-9038257139809533336?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9038257139809533336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=9038257139809533336' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/9038257139809533336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/9038257139809533336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-entreguei-meu-coracao-me-senti.html' title='Coração amarfanhado'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TUlVG6vWvAI/AAAAAAAABSc/c1diBNdBNho/s72-c/corac_amarf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3186363572826751267</id><published>2010-12-24T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:57:12.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos sempre amáveis visitantes desejo um excelente Natal e Festas Felizes, acompanhadas de um magnífico Ano Novo. Espero regressar brevemente ao convívio de todos. Eduardo Santos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-3186363572826751267?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3186363572826751267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3186363572826751267' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3186363572826751267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3186363572826751267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/12/aos-sempre-amaveis-visitantes-desejo-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-4422043572250281691</id><published>2010-07-27T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T04:56:20.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Primeira vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TE7IXVq3QcI/AAAAAAAABSI/l8utZZS4k5s/s1600/bebe_sorri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498552498345427394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TE7IXVq3QcI/AAAAAAAABSI/l8utZZS4k5s/s200/bebe_sorri.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há uma primeira vez para tudo&lt;br /&gt;O acto de nascer é único e introdutório&lt;br /&gt;O ritmo é marcado numa vida curta ou longa&lt;br /&gt;De sucessivos momentos de um silêncio mudo&lt;br /&gt;De alegres gargalhadas em tom aleatório&lt;br /&gt;Que escondem uma fase que se prolonga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o nascimento ao finamento&lt;br /&gt;Homem ou mulher sente um destino traçado&lt;br /&gt;Abraça o que aparece, sem contestar o final&lt;br /&gt;Esquece inadvertidamente que a vida é lamento&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que se sente mal-amado&lt;br /&gt;E que não encontra da felicidade o sinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desponta uma primeira vez para o conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Bem cedo distingue o bom do que não presta&lt;br /&gt;O agradável doce do amargo entediante&lt;br /&gt;O carinho maternal de cada momento&lt;br /&gt;A serenidade como uma retemperadora aresta&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso maravilhoso a uma festinha esfusiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A companhia dos amigos de infância&lt;br /&gt;Vai tomando forma na escola, nas brincadeiras&lt;br /&gt;Enraíza novos valores, outros conhecimentos&lt;br /&gt;A amizade e o amor adquirem outra fragrância&lt;br /&gt;O querer próprio revela-se de outras maneiras&lt;br /&gt;Um ser orgulhoso e ávido de descobrimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pujança da vida abre novos horizontes&lt;br /&gt;Uma força sem limites que tudo pode e abrange&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é pequeno para um ego enorme&lt;br /&gt;O verbo amar conjuga-se aos montes&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes sem a razão que o tange&lt;br /&gt;Tal como se fosse uma inaudita crise de fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal nos apercebemos há uma renovada primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Na qual o que somos e sentimos se desvanece&lt;br /&gt;Constatamos a ausência de uma vontade independente&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos a querer tudo, agora de uma só vez&lt;br /&gt;E acabamos por aceitar o que a vida nos oferece&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança tardia de encontrar nova alma ardente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-4422043572250281691?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4422043572250281691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=4422043572250281691' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4422043572250281691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4422043572250281691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ha-uma-primeira-vez-para-tudo-o-acto-de.html' title='Primeira vez'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TE7IXVq3QcI/AAAAAAAABSI/l8utZZS4k5s/s72-c/bebe_sorri.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-1686248620803887209</id><published>2010-06-02T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:29:12.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperança'/><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TAboPWrAuUI/AAAAAAAABSA/WlxqvZ_AtKM/s1600/esperanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478321347224451394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TAboPWrAuUI/AAAAAAAABSA/WlxqvZ_AtKM/s200/esperanca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;""""""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aqui estou batendo à tua porta&lt;br /&gt;Posso entrar e conversar um pouco?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me só, triste, acabrunhado&lt;br /&gt;A esperança já não mora em minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Vim a correr pensando encontrá-la na tua&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela está contigo?&lt;br /&gt;Fico muito feliz se a albergaste&lt;br /&gt;Ah está, mas que bom sabê-lo!&lt;br /&gt;Vai dizer-lhe que quero vê-la&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a encontrar a luz do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Receber um pouco do seu porvir&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado a vaguear sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um nó no coração quando olho para o Além&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu quero continuar a tê-la comigo&lt;br /&gt;Já lhe disseste e ela não vem?&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes desiludido&lt;br /&gt;Por amor de Deus te peço&lt;br /&gt;Insiste com ela para que venha&lt;br /&gt;Prometo tratá-la sempre com desvelo&lt;br /&gt;Dar-lhe o lugar que ela merece&lt;br /&gt;Dizes-me que ela está muito ocupada?&lt;br /&gt;Que tem de viajar a casa de muitos outros?&lt;br /&gt;Diz-lhe que eu lhe peço perdão&lt;br /&gt;A partir de agora não a quero só para mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que ela não é só minha&lt;br /&gt;De bom grado a deixarei partir sempre que queira&lt;br /&gt;Já entendi que todos precisam dela&lt;br /&gt;Que terei de a partilhar com milhões de seres&lt;br /&gt;Se assim não for, que será deles&lt;br /&gt;Terão que viver para sempre na angústia&lt;br /&gt;Que eu agora sinto e não desejo&lt;br /&gt;Só a quero sentir por perto&lt;br /&gt;E poder gritar aos quatro ventos&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho esperança numa vida melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-1686248620803887209?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1686248620803887209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=1686248620803887209' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1686248620803887209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1686248620803887209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/06/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/TAboPWrAuUI/AAAAAAAABSA/WlxqvZ_AtKM/s72-c/esperanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-4869163718695753792</id><published>2010-05-07T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:37:17.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lágrima'/><title type='text'>Uma lágrima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S-bIPTMt7_I/AAAAAAAABRw/JR9crMGHv2c/s1600/uma_lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S-bIPTMt7_I/AAAAAAAABRw/JR9crMGHv2c/s200/uma_lagrima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469278962665254898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caminhava vagarosamente pelo carreiro&lt;br /&gt;Absorvido em pensamentos sem presente&lt;br /&gt;Calcorreava a calçada de pedra desgastada&lt;br /&gt;Eram os pés que me impeliam por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;O meu ser estava completamente ausente&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber a razão ou o porquê da caminhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada ouvia e o que via era apenas horizonte&lt;br /&gt;O que me rodeava de nada interessava&lt;br /&gt;De repente fui sacudido por um estrondo&lt;br /&gt;Uma pedra rolara pela encosta do monte&lt;br /&gt;Tombou no caminho por onde passava&lt;br /&gt;Tropecei abruptamente e caí redondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir a dor, rolou uma lágrima pela face&lt;br /&gt;Caiu no chão e continuou rebolando&lt;br /&gt;Desceu o declive e submergiu na ribeira&lt;br /&gt;Só então retornei à realidade, como quem nasce&lt;br /&gt;E recordei o que estava antes pensando&lt;br /&gt;Era em ti, mulher que nunca foste companheira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi muito cedo a soletrar o verbo amar&lt;br /&gt;Usei-o durante a vida para exprimir emoções&lt;br /&gt;Agora substitui-o por palavras de novas menções&lt;br /&gt;Mas não as quero revelar, antes prefiro o doce penar&lt;br /&gt;De uma alma que sofre vis e constantes tentações&lt;br /&gt;Preferindo fazer das lágrimas um mar de lamentações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que outrora amei, que amo ou amarei&lt;br /&gt;Só posso dizer-te que as palavras, mesmo sendo belas&lt;br /&gt;Não chegam para descrever sentimentos íntimos&lt;br /&gt;Quando duas pessoas ousam fazer do amor Rei&lt;br /&gt;Devem abrir seu coração como amplas janelas&lt;br /&gt;Mas vedar aos sentidos o caminho para outros destinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor nascemos, pela dor morremos&lt;br /&gt;Pelo meio está uma vida que pode ser intensa&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que albergam o amor sentem a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que amar signifique sofrer, é de somemos&lt;br /&gt;A alegria de dar e também receber é imensa&lt;br /&gt;Nada impede o solidificar de um amor, nem a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2593311764468646022-4869163718695753792?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4869163718695753792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=4869163718695753792' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4869163718695753792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4869163718695753792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/05/uma-lagrima.html' title='Uma lágrima'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S-bIPTMt7_I/AAAAAAAABRw/JR9crMGHv2c/s72-c/uma_lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-1694001965830716997</id><published>2010-04-15T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:32:04.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberdade'/><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S8d7lwMoxGI/AAAAAAAABRc/qTqrjheh_-4/s1600/voando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460468961733297250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S8d7lwMoxGI/AAAAAAAABRc/qTqrjheh_-4/s200/voando.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foto: Ricardo Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberdade, uma palavra tão abrangente&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes utilizada para descrever direitos&lt;br /&gt;Nomeadamente políticos, outros só mero acaso&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade dos cidadãos é fictícia, fica pela mente&lt;br /&gt;Porque os políticos têm seus próprios conceitos&lt;br /&gt;Servem-se dela, mas cultivam-na em simples vaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A liberdade política não passa de metáfora&lt;br /&gt;É com ela que somos perdidamente enganados&lt;br /&gt;Tecem-lhe loas infinitas quando tal convém&lt;br /&gt;Mas estrangulam-na sofregamente vida fora&lt;br /&gt;Perante uma população de infelizes condenados&lt;br /&gt;Nesta vida e quem sabe, também no Além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberdade para mim é algo de belo, mas também pessoal&lt;br /&gt;Ela termina no colectivo quando começa a dos demais&lt;br /&gt;É o limite que considero minimamente aceitável&lt;br /&gt;A todos os outros exijo um tratamento idêntico e natural&lt;br /&gt;Porque sendo diferentes, não deixamos de ser iguais&lt;br /&gt;E sem este princípio a liberdade não é prestável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tenho uma liberdade de que sou senhor absoluto&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dom que Deus me concedeu gratuitamente&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade de consciência, ah como eu a prezo&lt;br /&gt;É por ela e com ela que eu faço o caminho da vida e luto&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando outros consideram ingenuamente&lt;br /&gt;Que estes valores apenas merecem desprezo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insensatos aqueles que assim pensam&lt;br /&gt;Se não me sentisse mais livre que uma ave&lt;br /&gt;Como poderia descrever um valor de liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Dizer o que sinto e que outros condensam&lt;br /&gt;Sem saberem o porquê de tamanho entrave&lt;br /&gt;Quando o segredo está somente na verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz de quem vive com liberdade de consciência&lt;br /&gt;É sinónimo de poder individual e universal&lt;br /&gt;Não há bala que extermine força tão intrínseca&lt;br /&gt;Podem-nos tirar a vida ou levar para à demência&lt;br /&gt;Mas jamais impedirão que a alma seja o sal&lt;br /&gt;De uma vida com sentido, mesmo que não física&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-1694001965830716997?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1694001965830716997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=1694001965830716997' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1694001965830716997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1694001965830716997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/04/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S8d7lwMoxGI/AAAAAAAABRc/qTqrjheh_-4/s72-c/voando.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-2291604361884411020</id><published>2010-03-31T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:15:09.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamento'/><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S7PIP_aVZEI/AAAAAAAABQw/K1HK0v3bZTw/s1600/pensamento_livre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454923750721283138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S7PIP_aVZEI/AAAAAAAABQw/K1HK0v3bZTw/s200/pensamento_livre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A imaginação é fruto do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;É através dela que viajo para longínquas paragens&lt;br /&gt;Que vejo o impenetrável mundo escondido&lt;br /&gt;Que amo o que não tenho, mas que mais acalento&lt;br /&gt;Com ela divago longamente na procura de miragens&lt;br /&gt;Sem ela sinto-me frustrado e sem qualquer sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom pensar que ainda posso ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando a razão me incute o contrário&lt;br /&gt;Consigo lutar contra ela e sair sempre vencedor&lt;br /&gt;Porque a fantasia ultrapassa quem a contradiz&lt;br /&gt;Permite-me voar com as asas do imaginário&lt;br /&gt;Por isso jamais me sentirei perdedor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo parece inerte preso por amarras invisíveis&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia terei que lhe dizer que não as quero&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque hei-de preocupar-me com isso?&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas me podem prender as coisas sensíveis&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o resto é inútil, coisa que não tolero&lt;br /&gt;Mas acaso poderei viver só pensando nisso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais um semelhante a tantos outros mortais&lt;br /&gt;Deus ofertou-me o ser e um espaço para pousar&lt;br /&gt;Concedeu-me os meios para sorver em pleno a vida&lt;br /&gt;E conviver fraternalmente com os demais&lt;br /&gt;Deu-me toda a natureza para amar e admirar&lt;br /&gt;Um coração grande para acolher gente sentida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é belo, fértil e condescendente o reino da ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Que nos permite esconder as amarguras do dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Permanecer em doce e prolongada letargia&lt;br /&gt;Amar ou odiar ferozmente tudo aquilo que é emoção&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja preciso palmilhar por uma nova via&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser uma realidade diferente ou apenas utopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estou aqui, mas o pensamento já fugiu&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-me ficar com um pesadelo que não suporto&lt;br /&gt;Onde vou eu agora encontrar um cúmplice amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que me ajude na procura da felicidade que sumiu&lt;br /&gt;Será ilusão o meu desejo de chegar a bom porto?&lt;br /&gt;Quem aceita o desafio e vem procurá-la comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-2291604361884411020?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2291604361884411020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=2291604361884411020' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/2291604361884411020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/2291604361884411020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S7PIP_aVZEI/AAAAAAAABQw/K1HK0v3bZTw/s72-c/pensamento_livre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-7671458154823287537</id><published>2010-03-20T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:42:48.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor perene'/><title type='text'>Amor perene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S6VOSWoDOoI/AAAAAAAABQY/WJ88nxa3k0U/s1600-h/coracao_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450849001220029058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S6VOSWoDOoI/AAAAAAAABQY/WJ88nxa3k0U/s200/coracao_amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Amor, paixão e dor não rimam&lt;br /&gt;Mas com estes três sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Podemos fazer inúmeros poemas&lt;br /&gt;Que a qualquer mulher mimam&lt;br /&gt;E permitem recordar tantos momentos&lt;br /&gt;De uma liberdade sem algemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor se vive e morre todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Com paixão intensa se moldam dois seres&lt;br /&gt;Por amor se exulta perdidamente&lt;br /&gt;Há tantos que o procuram a horas tardias&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo o raiar de novos porvires&lt;br /&gt;Fruto maduro para perdurar a semente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo diz que amor com amor se paga&lt;br /&gt;Provérbio que tem tanto de certo como nocivo&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro amor nunca pede retribuição&lt;br /&gt;O amor é entrega íntima e total sem praga&lt;br /&gt;É algo de belo e extremamente intuitivo&lt;br /&gt;Que nasce no pensamento a caminho do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é laço forte entre homem e mulher&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser também nó escorregadio&lt;br /&gt;Quando a dor penetra de forma continuada&lt;br /&gt;Seja pela ausência ou vontade do querer&lt;br /&gt;O amor empalidece e fica por um fio&lt;br /&gt;Pouco passa a valer, ou mesmo nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, eu podia fazer-te uma serenata&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem saber música ou canto&lt;br /&gt;Dedilhando suavemente teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Afagando docemente cada aresta&lt;br /&gt;Navegando pelas ondas com que me encanto&lt;br /&gt;E com a certeza de chegar a bom porto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um poeta é feliz a cantar o amor&lt;br /&gt;Mais afortunado é o homem que o tem&lt;br /&gt;Eu já vivi amores passados e presentes&lt;br /&gt;Quero conservar este sentimento maior&lt;br /&gt;Sorver das doces musas sem desdém&lt;br /&gt;Acolher seu amor como devoro sementes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2593311764468646022-7671458154823287537?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S6VOSWoDOoI/AAAAAAAABQY/WJ88nxa3k0U/s72-c/coracao_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-4382695950667552462</id><published>2010-02-25T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:15:34.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cão'/><title type='text'>Fiel amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S4b13ZREZII/AAAAAAAABQQ/-_ugAZNmQZc/s1600-h/cao4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442307531747910786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S4b13ZREZII/AAAAAAAABQQ/-_ugAZNmQZc/s200/cao4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levantei-me muito cedo, ainda mal clareava&lt;br /&gt;A manhã cinzenta lembrou-me dias de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Desci lentamente as escadas de pedra talhada&lt;br /&gt;Olhei em volta para me certificar onde estava&lt;br /&gt;Senti odores intensos a frutos de amora&lt;br /&gt;Tive logo a certeza do lugar, na casa da Tapada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajei ontem e cheguei com o negrume da noite&lt;br /&gt;Deixei a casa da grande cidade para vir descansar&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe comigo o fiel amigo de longa data&lt;br /&gt;Um cão que me obedece sem sentir o açoite&lt;br /&gt;Um dia encontrei-o e logo o acolhi sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Tiritava de frio, estava enroscado e ferido numa pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti compaixão por aquele ser que grunhia baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Esfomeado, sujo e possivelmente abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Tratei da ferida o melhor que podia e sabia&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tinha de comer para o cachorrinho&lt;br /&gt;Levava um pão com bifana que havia comprado&lt;br /&gt;Este caiu, o animal logo o comeu. Como ele se lambia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-o surpreso e deveras comovido&lt;br /&gt;Logo ali o baptizei sem pestanejar, seria o Bifanas&lt;br /&gt;É por esse nome que responde ao meu chamar&lt;br /&gt;Agora e já após tanto tempo volvido&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sorrio quando recordo aquelas semanas&lt;br /&gt;Em que o cãozinho me vinha acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje despertei com o doce chilrear da passarada&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei pela encosta verdejante das oliveiras&lt;br /&gt;Terreno sinuoso, mas amanhado com suor&lt;br /&gt;Sigo a íngreme descida de forma apressada&lt;br /&gt;Quase perco o equilíbrio nas ladeiras&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo a andar sem temor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brisa da manhã ruboresce-me a face&lt;br /&gt;Tal como o afagar de uma mão de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da idade repleta de primaveras&lt;br /&gt;Apresso o passo, sinto-me fresco como uma alface&lt;br /&gt;Os ares puros do monte espicaçaram o meu querer&lt;br /&gt;Quase sem dar por isso estou junto das azinheiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De longe chegam-me os ecos de um latido&lt;br /&gt;É o Bifanas que acordou e sente-se sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Do fundo do vale fixo os contornos da casa&lt;br /&gt;Chamo por ele bem alto e apuro o ouvido&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio é total, eu espero um bocadinho&lt;br /&gt;De nada valeu a espera, por isso dei à asa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter percorrido tão longo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Sentei-me na borda de uma pedra sem idade&lt;br /&gt;Feliz e cansado da caminhada imprimida&lt;br /&gt;A natureza fazia-me sentir como um anjinho&lt;br /&gt;Já havia esquecido o bulício da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Bifanas chegou para pedir comida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-4382695950667552462?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4382695950667552462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=4382695950667552462' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4382695950667552462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4382695950667552462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/02/fiel-amigo.html' title='Fiel amigo'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu quero voltar a ser criança&lt;br /&gt;Correr por montes e vales infindáveis&lt;br /&gt;Seguir longas estradas ou caminhos estreitos&lt;br /&gt;Desejo preservar o prazer da lembrança  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daquela infância com objectivos insondáveis&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu não sabia que a vida era para os eleitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempos idos vividos com necessidade&lt;br /&gt;Mal vestido e de pé descalço&lt;br /&gt;Era um garoto como os demais&lt;br /&gt;Pisava a terra e sentia-lhe a humidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tinha ninguém no meu encalço&lt;br /&gt;Era livre, mais ainda que os pardais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos de brincadeira eram tantos&lt;br /&gt;Todos queriam o que mais divertia&lt;br /&gt;A bola de trapos era o jogo mais apetecido&lt;br /&gt;No lançamento do pião fazia pontos altos&lt;br /&gt;Com as raparigas apreciava a companhia&lt;br /&gt;Vibrava no esconde-esconde ao desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A macaca era outra jogatina&lt;br /&gt;Que entretinha qualquer criança&lt;br /&gt;A destreza dos pulinhos ao pé-coxinho&lt;br /&gt;De casa para casa era a nossa sina&lt;br /&gt;O equilíbrio era o fiel da balança&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar tinha que ser moidinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu gostava de ir para a ribeira&lt;br /&gt;Percorrer as suas margens escorregadias&lt;br /&gt;Entrar naquela água límpida e chapinhar&lt;br /&gt;Procurar nos esconderijos da beira&lt;br /&gt;Os pequenos peixes e até enguias&lt;br /&gt;Mas raramente algum conseguia apanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades daquela pequena aldeia&lt;br /&gt;Humilde lugar que me viu nascer&lt;br /&gt;Dia e noite percorri carreiros conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Vivi a efervescência e dias de calmaria&lt;br /&gt;De manhã ia à escola para descobrir o saber&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só sei o caminho dos passos perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-8111036346067732950?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8111036346067732950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=8111036346067732950' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8111036346067732950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8111036346067732950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/02/ser-crianca.html' title='Ser criança'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S2wbEAX_KUI/AAAAAAAABQA/zS_SSKsmC3U/s72-c/garoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5781105907663442109</id><published>2010-01-21T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:25:39.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S1jMHksNw-I/AAAAAAAABPo/hbQXQq8-RJc/s1600-h/amormulher.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429313781275411426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S1jMHksNw-I/AAAAAAAABPo/hbQXQq8-RJc/s200/amormulher.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O amor deixa saudades ao fenecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas continua a existir, mesmo que passado&lt;br /&gt;É algo que subsiste para além do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele é grande faz parte do verbo ser&lt;br /&gt;A chama poderá extinguir-se, mas não fica apagado&lt;br /&gt;Permanecerá em letargia a todo o momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sendo amor verdadeiro será sempre sublime&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá machado que lhe corte o sentido&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tal acontecer sem razão aparente&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de sangue cairão lágrimas de quem o oprime&lt;br /&gt;Para o esquecimento ele não aceita ser remetido&lt;br /&gt;Não o podem cercear da nossa mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ainda era criança quando acolhi teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Fomos crescendo em idade e ardor&lt;br /&gt;Lembro as nossas fugas para o monte&lt;br /&gt;Procurando a solidão sem temor&lt;br /&gt;Onde os desejos crepitavam de calor&lt;br /&gt;Fogo intenso que ardeu lentamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outrora vivemos como um único ser&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas entrelaçamos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Com os corações unidos selamos a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma vida de carinhos, de intenso viver&lt;br /&gt;Naqueles verdes anos procuramos alentos&lt;br /&gt;Foram eternos momentos que jamais voltarão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Longe vão os anos em que por ti chorei&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-lhes a conta e com ela o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero tornar a sofrer desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me privou daquilo que tanto amei&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu coração ainda alberga um ensejo&lt;br /&gt;De voltar a amar com todo o respeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh saudade que tanto me atormentas&lt;br /&gt;Vai-te embora antes que eu enlouqueça&lt;br /&gt;E perca a razão do meu existir&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me passar o cabo das tormentas&lt;br /&gt;Lutar para impedir que a dor permaneça&lt;br /&gt;E ter a esperança em novo porvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-5781105907663442109?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5781105907663442109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=5781105907663442109' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5781105907663442109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5781105907663442109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S1jMHksNw-I/AAAAAAAABPo/hbQXQq8-RJc/s72-c/amormulher.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5932978326761560368</id><published>2010-01-06T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:35:41.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menino'/><title type='text'>Onde está o Menino?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S0UdSDHQnRI/AAAAAAAABPI/VtkXvl_-7z0/s1600-h/mjesus%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423773522148236562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S0UdSDHQnRI/AAAAAAAABPI/VtkXvl_-7z0/s200/mjesus%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Onde está o Deus Menino?&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que nasceu há dois mil anos&lt;br /&gt;O Salvador que veio para nos redimir&lt;br /&gt;Será Ele assim tão pequenino?&lt;br /&gt;Porque está embrulhado em panos?&lt;br /&gt;Assim o quis na humildade do porvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus pais viajaram muitos dias&lt;br /&gt;De Nazaré até uma cidade desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;Para lá fazer o recenseamento&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade não havia estadias&lt;br /&gt;Nem gente amiga ou conhecida&lt;br /&gt;Para lhes dar alojamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Reis quiseram adorá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Encetaram viagem caminho além&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecendo onde havia nascido&lt;br /&gt;Em modesta cabana foram encontrá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Numa cidade chamada Belém&lt;br /&gt;Onde uma estrela os havia conduzido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após terem conhecido o Messias&lt;br /&gt;Com seus presentes o contemplaram&lt;br /&gt;De joelhos se prostraram e O adoraram&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando o que diziam as profecias&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram gratos pela mercê e partiram&lt;br /&gt;Para os seus reinos que amavam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria filha de Davi foi escolhida pelos Céus&lt;br /&gt;Para dar à luz um filho primogénito&lt;br /&gt;Do seu ventre nasceu o Redentor&lt;br /&gt;Fruto do amor de um só Deus&lt;br /&gt;Só de tentar compreender causa frémito&lt;br /&gt;Apenas possível por ser um infinito amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menino Deus que te ofertaste à humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Acolhes os simples e puros de coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas abominas a falta de amor e verdade&lt;br /&gt;Concede um pouco da Tua bondade&lt;br /&gt;Àqueles que choram por falta de pão&lt;br /&gt;E que dos homens só recebem maldade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-5932978326761560368?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5932978326761560368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=5932978326761560368' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5932978326761560368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5932978326761560368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2010/01/onde-esta-o-menino.html' title='Onde está o Menino?'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S0UdSDHQnRI/AAAAAAAABPI/VtkXvl_-7z0/s72-c/mjesus%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-6663018392404894723</id><published>2009-12-24T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:05:26.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas festas'/><title type='text'>Boas Festas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SzP7sm87vzI/AAAAAAAABOw/kFG4ag-Dek0/s1600-h/Festas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418951520445775666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SzP7sm87vzI/AAAAAAAABOw/kFG4ag-Dek0/s200/Festas%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para todos os simpáticos visitantes e amigos deste espaço deixo os meus votos sinceros de Festas Felizes e um Novo Ano repleto de paz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja muito feliz, mas por favor não esqueça todos aqueles que a seu lado, ou longe, não têm essa possibilidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eduardo Santos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-6663018392404894723?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6663018392404894723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=6663018392404894723' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/6663018392404894723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/6663018392404894723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SzP7sm87vzI/AAAAAAAABOw/kFG4ag-Dek0/s72-c/Festas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-1611176017503795728</id><published>2009-12-19T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:52:22.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natureza'/><title type='text'>Mãe Natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sy0tzRHm51I/AAAAAAAABOo/ct-TRLXQH-A/s1600-h/natureza%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417036285588465490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sy0tzRHm51I/AAAAAAAABOo/ct-TRLXQH-A/s200/natureza%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe natureza a quem muito amo&lt;br /&gt;Que me servis de regaço e consolo&lt;br /&gt;No teu seio me espraio languidamente&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas entranhas eu clamo&lt;br /&gt;Quando ruges com terror do solo&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando o teu poder intensamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Mundo de uma selva densa me envolvo&lt;br /&gt;Por caminhos desconhecidos viajo&lt;br /&gt;Na procura do teu ser maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Espaços em que o verde e o belo é o meu enlevo&lt;br /&gt;E onde encontro desde a flor ao soajo&lt;br /&gt;Em campos de intenso terroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mares profundos me aventuro&lt;br /&gt;Na procura daquilo que me fascina&lt;br /&gt;A vida de outros seres diferentes&lt;br /&gt;De um outro mundo com futuro&lt;br /&gt;Que vai para além da minha sina&lt;br /&gt;De servir interesses remanescentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bendita maravilha que és de todos&lt;br /&gt;Tens biliões de filhos espalhados&lt;br /&gt;Como tantos te amam, outros te odeiam&lt;br /&gt;Tu que te renovas de todos os modos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo para os falsos e falhados&lt;br /&gt;Que são tantos que te enxameiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua bondade vai mais longe que o amor&lt;br /&gt;Teus infindáveis encantos jamais perecerão&lt;br /&gt;Tu que nos dás a água para saciar&lt;br /&gt;O calor que aquece aqueles que têm tremor&lt;br /&gt;A sombra para o sol ardente de verão&lt;br /&gt;As idílicas paisagens para apreciar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malditos aqueles que não te respeitam&lt;br /&gt;Que se servem de ti sem repugnância&lt;br /&gt;Em troca do vil metal espezinham direitos&lt;br /&gt;Os direitos que todos os povos anseiam&lt;br /&gt;Para ter uma vida em abundância&lt;br /&gt;Que tu sempre concedeste aos eleitos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-1611176017503795728?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1611176017503795728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=1611176017503795728' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1611176017503795728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1611176017503795728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/12/mae-natureza.html' title='Mãe Natureza'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sy0tzRHm51I/AAAAAAAABOo/ct-TRLXQH-A/s72-c/natureza%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-8238097067896150370</id><published>2009-11-30T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:10:48.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pétalas caídas'/><title type='text'>Pétalas caídas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SxRVs7Fwk8I/AAAAAAAABOc/jkWR2_HNYOo/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410043282643260354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SxRVs7Fwk8I/AAAAAAAABOc/jkWR2_HNYOo/s200/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De pétalas caídas no caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É agora o sentido da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quantas rosas deixei envelhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelo medo que me tolhia cada espinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que se atravessa na carne ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De cada vez que acordo ao amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aquele fogo que outrora me consumia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não passa agora de uma pequena chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prestes a apagar-se pela tua ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Está tão fraca e quase não alumia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De nada serve eu ter uma boa cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não estando lá aquela que comigo dormia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando olvido tua face fria e pálida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que era sedosa e de cor ruborizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinto um enorme vazio no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E recordo aquelas noites até madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Passadas ao teu lado, minha amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde se misturava o amor com a emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A vida que antigamente nos uniu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje mantém-nos tão distantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi algo de belo que passou docemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um amor sublime que não se sumiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas que já não é como dantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por mais que eu me esforce e tente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choro amargamente a minha desdita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por não conseguir reaver os teus carinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E o toque macio que me percorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como o afagar de tua mão bendita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os ternos  e prolongados miminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De mulher que sabia o que queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De raiva e dor são os meus dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivo do murmúrio das tuas juras de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que então me fizeste e não cumpriste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anseio pela chegada das noites tardias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelas manhãs longe de qualquer temor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para encontrar um amor que me conquiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-8238097067896150370?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8238097067896150370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=8238097067896150370' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8238097067896150370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8238097067896150370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/11/petalas-caidas.html' title='Pétalas caídas'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SxRVs7Fwk8I/AAAAAAAABOc/jkWR2_HNYOo/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-75646161318174046</id><published>2009-10-28T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:31:29.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silêncios'/><title type='text'>Silêncios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SujFNEXEd-I/AAAAAAAABOU/JZ-47eopd0E/s1600-h/silencios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397780981703014370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SujFNEXEd-I/AAAAAAAABOU/JZ-47eopd0E/s200/silencios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha vida é feita de silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que falo e não devo&lt;br /&gt;Do que oiço e não entendo&lt;br /&gt;De tudo o que não dizem os compêndios&lt;br /&gt;Mas sobre os quais eu escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes ostracizando quem está lendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio em meu redor é ensurdecedor&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que choram por falta de sustento&lt;br /&gt;Dos que não tem alimento do saber&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto outros remoem a dor&lt;br /&gt;Pela falta de um poderoso alento&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentirem que nada podem fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mundo de silêncios atroz&lt;br /&gt;Que sociedade azeda e amarga enfrentamos&lt;br /&gt;Onde devia haver amor está o ódio&lt;br /&gt;Nosso barco não passa de uma casca de noz&lt;br /&gt;Num mar de ondas em que volteamos&lt;br /&gt;De uma vida que parece um nó górdio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crianças famintas brincam na rua&lt;br /&gt;Sedentas e andrajosamente vestidas&lt;br /&gt;Olham-nos com temor e estendem a mão&lt;br /&gt;Esboçam um sorriso triste de uma face crua&lt;br /&gt;Já enrugada pelas fortes investidas&lt;br /&gt;De uma vida que apenas conhece o não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O não de uma carência quase total&lt;br /&gt;De vidas esquecidas e amarguradas&lt;br /&gt;Por aqueles que tudo tem e usufruem&lt;br /&gt;Embora sabendo que o seu destino é fatal&lt;br /&gt;Mas não prescindem de pequenos nadas&lt;br /&gt;Para socorrer os que nada tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio no negrume de noites malditas&lt;br /&gt;Em que se tornou a vida de muitos seres&lt;br /&gt;Pela falta de pão, amor, justiça, ensino e paz&lt;br /&gt;Algumas das muitas e negras desditas&lt;br /&gt;Que atingem milhões sem haveres&lt;br /&gt;Que o Mundo não cala por não ser capaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2593311764468646022-75646161318174046?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/75646161318174046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=75646161318174046' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/75646161318174046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/75646161318174046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/10/silencios.html' title='Silêncios'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SujFNEXEd-I/AAAAAAAABOU/JZ-47eopd0E/s72-c/silencios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-770959010413697264</id><published>2009-10-10T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:11:49.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pastor'/><title type='text'>O pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/StDaahttz6I/AAAAAAAABOM/_nekhDie4pA/s1600-h/Pastorovelhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391048903224053666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/StDaahttz6I/AAAAAAAABOM/_nekhDie4pA/s200/Pastorovelhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;***********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastor que te levantas ao amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Ainda a noite não se extinguiu&lt;br /&gt;Vês pela janela novo dia a despontar&lt;br /&gt;A chicória está pronta, ainda a ferver&lt;br /&gt;Num prolongado gole ela sumiu&lt;br /&gt;Estás pronto para começar a trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desces os degraus da escada a correr&lt;br /&gt;Vais ao curral contar o gado&lt;br /&gt;O cão sentiu e já te acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Abana a cauda só por te ver&lt;br /&gt;É a sua expressão para dizer obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Por mais um dia de campanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cancela do redil está aberta&lt;br /&gt;O rebanho atropela-se ao sair&lt;br /&gt;O cão late com grande veemência&lt;br /&gt;Procura manter a ordem e o alerta&lt;br /&gt;Para que nenhuma possa fugir&lt;br /&gt;De uma determinada confluência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobertor às costas e de sacola pendurada&lt;br /&gt;Avanças pausadamente terreno fora&lt;br /&gt;Apoiado no cajado com dupla função&lt;br /&gt;Percorres mil caminhos de uma virada&lt;br /&gt;Na procura dos pastos de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Que agora são tão só desilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao frio e à chuva ou com o calor do sol&lt;br /&gt;Teus dias são sempre iguais&lt;br /&gt;Teu rosto enrugado de vida madura&lt;br /&gt;Revela sacrifícios e penas sem rol&lt;br /&gt;Em trabalho nada parecido com os demais&lt;br /&gt;Mas que é feito de amor e ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheces todas as tuas ovelhas&lt;br /&gt;Chamas por elas uma a uma&lt;br /&gt;Também o Senhor é Pastor&lt;br /&gt;Sabe e conhece cada uma delas&lt;br /&gt;Tal como tu não perdes nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;Ele as recolhe com todo o amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-770959010413697264?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/770959010413697264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=770959010413697264' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/770959010413697264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/770959010413697264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-pastor_10.html' title='O pastor'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/StDaahttz6I/AAAAAAAABOM/_nekhDie4pA/s72-c/Pastorovelhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-514794754358916642</id><published>2009-09-25T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:15:01.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por do sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sr0S5XOMotI/AAAAAAAABN8/SA5TpEwcgSI/s1600-h/por-do-sol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385481506100388562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sr0S5XOMotI/AAAAAAAABN8/SA5TpEwcgSI/s200/por-do-sol2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O horizonte cingiu-se de tons dourados&lt;br /&gt;Com uma réstia de sol a espraiar-se nas águas&lt;br /&gt;Caminho ao longo da praia vagarosamente&lt;br /&gt;Piso a areia fina com mil cuidados&lt;br /&gt;Oiço a água límpida a embater nas fragas&lt;br /&gt;Como pensamentos vagos na minha mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perscruto o por do sol no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o doce afagar das águas tépidas&lt;br /&gt;Meus pés estão cansados de tanto calcorrear&lt;br /&gt;Começo a sentir suores na fronte&lt;br /&gt;Foi das longas e vertiginosas corridas&lt;br /&gt;Para melhor sentir a brisa do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos deixo-me enlear&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mavioso chilrear das aves nas margens&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a vegetação se verga ao poder do vento&lt;br /&gt;Meus sentidos captam os ruídos do mar&lt;br /&gt;Em terno e saudoso lamento pelas virgens&lt;br /&gt;A quem concedeu o último momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para trás só avisto o areal&lt;br /&gt;Vazio de pessoas que chegaram ao amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia pleno de vida a fervilhar&lt;br /&gt;Movimentos contínuos de um vaivém real&lt;br /&gt;Em lugar aprazível para permanecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde agora me encontro isolado a meditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentado e de olhar fixo no por do sol&lt;br /&gt;É a minha posição preferida para reflectir&lt;br /&gt;Penso naquelas crianças mais desvalidas&lt;br /&gt;De todos os continentes e cores sem rol&lt;br /&gt;Que da vida apenas tiveram o porvir&lt;br /&gt;Pois continuam a ser totalmente esquecidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o ser humano é ingrato com o semelhante&lt;br /&gt;Todos ansiamos por maior e melhor bem-estar&lt;br /&gt;Mas olvidamos aqueles que nada têm&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhamo-nos de pertencer à classe pensante&lt;br /&gt;E não somos capazes de soletrar&lt;br /&gt;O verbo amar a favor de outrem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-514794754358916642?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/514794754358916642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=514794754358916642' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/514794754358916642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/514794754358916642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-do-sol.html' title='Por do sol'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sr0S5XOMotI/AAAAAAAABN8/SA5TpEwcgSI/s72-c/por-do-sol2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3124918524137507644</id><published>2009-09-16T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:03:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa simplesmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SrEMEjKLf8I/AAAAAAAABN0/PW-ZAidj2M4/s1600-h/rosamim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SrEMEjKLf8I/AAAAAAAABN0/PW-ZAidj2M4/s200/rosamim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382096301981401026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas e só uma rosa, és certamente&lt;br /&gt;Tanto podes ser flor como nome de mulher&lt;br /&gt;A dúvida só existe porque são distintas&lt;br /&gt;Distintas na sua essência, efémeras eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Uma posso escolher, a outra quero colher&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso que tu me consintas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;enternecidamente&lt;/span&gt; tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Na cor não tens concorrente&lt;br /&gt;Pálida ou viva és sempre diferente&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me recordar com saudade a realeza&lt;br /&gt;Que outrora foi dona de tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;E para quem hoje é indiferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em jovem foste um botão mimoso&lt;br /&gt;O amor da natureza amenizou a tua abertura&lt;br /&gt;A metamorfose deu-se tão lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Qual hino belo, suave e melodioso&lt;br /&gt;De uma longa e trabalhada partitura&lt;br /&gt;Que eleva nossos sentidos ao maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuas pétalas são macias e perfumadas&lt;br /&gt;Desabrocharam na primavera passada&lt;br /&gt;Não quiseste esperar pelo verão quente&lt;br /&gt;Sentias tuas sementes esmagadas&lt;br /&gt;Querias sorver o ar da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;E ver a luz a esconder-se no poente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tinhas pressa em ser admirada&lt;br /&gt;Impaciência em ser conhecida&lt;br /&gt;Desejavas abrir teu ser para a vida&lt;br /&gt;Conseguis-te embriagar-me pela calada&lt;br /&gt;Numa manhã jamais esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Em enlace pleno de alma sentida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu caule é esperança de abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Teu odor faz esquecer tudo em volta&lt;br /&gt;Teus espinhos tornam-se grilhetas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Enalteço uma rosa sim e por ela brigo&lt;br /&gt;Só tu poderás calar minha revolta&lt;br /&gt;Por não te possuir, mesmo lutando sem temor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-3124918524137507644?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3124918524137507644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3124918524137507644' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3124918524137507644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3124918524137507644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/09/apenas-e-so-uma-rosa-es-certamente.html' title='Rosa simplesmente'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SrEMEjKLf8I/AAAAAAAABN0/PW-ZAidj2M4/s72-c/rosamim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-8332726706832238174</id><published>2009-09-05T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:29:36.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mar'/><title type='text'>Mar salgado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SqLfHVnqeDI/AAAAAAAABNc/JlJb7xV1K_g/s1600-h/mar+salgado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378106222189377586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SqLfHVnqeDI/AAAAAAAABNc/JlJb7xV1K_g/s200/mar+salgado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mar que enrolas e te espreguiças em voltas&lt;br /&gt;Quando estás zangado és odiado e temido&lt;br /&gt;Cavalgas em ondas sem qualquer piedade&lt;br /&gt;Deslizas veloz em vagas revoltas&lt;br /&gt;Mas só pretendes fazer soar o teu rugido&lt;br /&gt;Ameaçando aqueles que partem com saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que viajo pensativo no convés&lt;br /&gt;De um qualquer barco que zarpou no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Perscruto o longínquo e apenas a ti te fito&lt;br /&gt;Zurzindo por me olhares de revés&lt;br /&gt;E amaldiçoando o contratempo&lt;br /&gt;De viajar a caminho do infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar que deverias ser de calmaria&lt;br /&gt;Servir de descanso no doce baloiçar&lt;br /&gt;Da longa viagem que desejo terminar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde tal me aventuraria&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seguindo o Atlântico possa alcançar&lt;br /&gt;O lugar onde gostaria de ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprecio deleitosamente o teu azul ondulante&lt;br /&gt;Detesto que ocupes todo o meu ângulo visual&lt;br /&gt;Adoro paisagens sem fim com o verde por fundo&lt;br /&gt;Tu és deveras grandioso e petulante&lt;br /&gt;Enorme e com um espaço abismal&lt;br /&gt;E esqueces que não és senhor do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiro-te como dom perene da natureza&lt;br /&gt;Louvo a riqueza que tens e nos concedes&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-te quando tragas homens trabalhadores&lt;br /&gt;Sinto temor e asco pela tua rudeza&lt;br /&gt;Quando não respeitas os que deitam as redes&lt;br /&gt;E com isso causas tantas dores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mar que abraças todos os oceanos&lt;br /&gt;Neles fundes e consolidas teu poder&lt;br /&gt;Hei-de maldizer-te se não te secar&lt;br /&gt;Porque salgado será o fim dos teus anos&lt;br /&gt;Choro penosamente por não poder saber&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia alguém te poderá amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-8332726706832238174?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8332726706832238174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=8332726706832238174' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8332726706832238174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8332726706832238174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/09/mar-que-enrolas-e-te-espreguicas-em.html' title='Mar salgado'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SqLfHVnqeDI/AAAAAAAABNc/JlJb7xV1K_g/s72-c/mar+salgado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-8947687501630315921</id><published>2009-08-25T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:48:21.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='existencia'/><title type='text'>Porque existo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SpPOEB_Z2pI/AAAAAAAABNU/-6O9n-YVodY/s1600-h/carvoeiro++.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373865349032303250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SpPOEB_Z2pI/AAAAAAAABNU/-6O9n-YVodY/s200/carvoeiro++.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em dias de nostalgia busco o impossível&lt;br /&gt;O corpo fica presente mas o espírito divaga&lt;br /&gt;Percorre anos-luz no tempo da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Sentado à beira mar de um Oceano invisível&lt;br /&gt;Ou no alto escarpado de uma fraga&lt;br /&gt;Procurando alguma réstia de doce emoção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Vida de um ser humano é feita de arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Onde rodopiam sem parar os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Com cores arrancadas à esperança&lt;br /&gt;Caldeadas em ardorosos desejos pueris&lt;br /&gt;Lutando em todos os momentos&lt;br /&gt;Para fugir de uma cruel lembrança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordar a razão de ter nascido&lt;br /&gt;Não é mera filosofia que me desbarata&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer explicação da minha existência&lt;br /&gt;Remete-me para um negrume desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Que com o tempo me esfarrapa e mata&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer alívio de consciência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só existo mas vivo sem saber porquê&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço a origem do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Não quero finar sem o saber&lt;br /&gt;Porque vim a este mundo e para quê&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que me fosse reconhecido perceber&lt;br /&gt;É um direito que penso ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alem das dúvidas sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Fica a certeza da existência em concreto&lt;br /&gt;Só a isso me posso agarrar e tentar potenciar&lt;br /&gt;Olvidando objecções intrinsecamente mantidas&lt;br /&gt;E vivendo um dia a dia que penso correcto&lt;br /&gt;Para não sentir necessidade de me penitenciar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida mantenho e sigo convicções&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho que me conformar com a realidade&lt;br /&gt;Ser grato a quem me deu a Vida&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que Ele me imponha restrições&lt;br /&gt;Devo aceitar o Seu amor e caridade&lt;br /&gt;Só assim a Vida poderá ser plenamente vivida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-8947687501630315921?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8947687501630315921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=8947687501630315921' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8947687501630315921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8947687501630315921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-dias-de-nostalgia-busco-o-impossivel.html' title='Porque existo?'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SpPOEB_Z2pI/AAAAAAAABNU/-6O9n-YVodY/s72-c/carvoeiro++.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3391410666746620576</id><published>2009-08-14T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:58:08.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fome'/><title type='text'>A Fome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SoVx7pmnb1I/AAAAAAAABNE/XUgat1oQMJ8/s1600-h/fome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369823400303226706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SoVx7pmnb1I/AAAAAAAABNE/XUgat1oQMJ8/s200/fome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Filho de mãe preta chora para mamar&lt;br /&gt;Mas mulher não tem leite, peito está seco&lt;br /&gt;Não tem arroz nem mandioca para comer&lt;br /&gt;Mãe geme entre dentes e desata a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Seu pranto faz um infindável eco&lt;br /&gt;Levado pelo vento ao amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem atroz de quem tem fome&lt;br /&gt;Na África, Ásia ou Oceânia&lt;br /&gt;Na grandiosa América ou Europa unida&lt;br /&gt;A escassez de recursos não tem nome&lt;br /&gt;Nem Continente algum foge à razia&lt;br /&gt;De seres a viver à míngua, sem comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe Natureza que foste criada em harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo produzes em grande abundância&lt;br /&gt;Quem são os criminosos que te atraiçoam&lt;br /&gt;Que desbaratam a tua sábia bonomia&lt;br /&gt;E permitem tão cruel e vil ganância&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-os com fome e disso te amaldiçoam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Terra tudo tem que oferece à Humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Ai de vós governantes do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que oprimis os povos que dominais&lt;br /&gt;Que não organizais com razoabilidade&lt;br /&gt;A divisão de bens sem fundo&lt;br /&gt;E enriqueceis com os demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o ser tem direito a viver&lt;br /&gt;Ainda antes de nascer e depois de morrer&lt;br /&gt;São mistérios da própria Vida&lt;br /&gt;Nascemos isolados e vivemos sem o “ter”&lt;br /&gt;Ter de possuir a que teremos de recorrer&lt;br /&gt;Só assim a Vida poderá ser vivida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No nascer somos todos iguais&lt;br /&gt;No viver podemos ser fartos ou carentes&lt;br /&gt;A Vida é nossa, mas não nos pertence&lt;br /&gt;Há homens de poder que tornam fatais&lt;br /&gt;As vidas de outros seres mais prementes&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo que a imortalidade é que vence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-3391410666746620576?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3391410666746620576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3391410666746620576' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3391410666746620576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3391410666746620576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/08/filho-de-mae-preta-chora-para-mamar-mas.html' title='A Fome'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SoVx7pmnb1I/AAAAAAAABNE/XUgat1oQMJ8/s72-c/fome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3476570230769690999</id><published>2009-08-01T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:34:19.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de uma vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SnSlW0ZJ0YI/AAAAAAAABM0/WLYL5eWo4Eg/s1600-h/chamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365094867544953218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SnSlW0ZJ0YI/AAAAAAAABM0/WLYL5eWo4Eg/s200/chamas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meu imaginário da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com um amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Olhei no fundo dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei-te de forma sentida&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu o teu amor pleno&lt;br /&gt;Ou um mar cheio de escolhos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua resposta foi um balbuciar de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Saída de lábios sedosos, talvez dormentes&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração batia apressadamente&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia-o, qual som macio de clavas&lt;br /&gt;Como murmúrio entre dentes&lt;br /&gt;Com teus cabelos ondulando suavemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perante meu olhar interrogativo&lt;br /&gt;Respondes-te com mais convicção:&lt;br /&gt;Amor sabes que te amo acima de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Todo eu estremeci, foi instintivo&lt;br /&gt;Agora fiquei eu sem inacção&lt;br /&gt;Incapaz de articular palavra e mudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor foi antes, mas agora é paixão&lt;br /&gt;É fogo que arde sem cessar&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de te ter perdidamente&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem atender à razão&lt;br /&gt;É um querer para tudo ultrapassar&lt;br /&gt;Seremos dois em um indefinidamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando confessamos um amor assim&lt;br /&gt;Só pode ser por uma grande mulher&lt;br /&gt;Feliz daquele a quem ela ama&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração é enorme, não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Seu corpo é precioso ser&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma é uma sublime chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é fundir para sempre em convergência&lt;br /&gt;Corpos, almas, gostos e saberes&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar com sapiência o que não agrada&lt;br /&gt;Para encontrar uma linha de conveniência&lt;br /&gt;Na convivência comum com outros seres&lt;br /&gt;Percorrendo o mesmo sentido da estrada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2593311764468646022-3476570230769690999?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3476570230769690999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3476570230769690999' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3476570230769690999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3476570230769690999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-de-uma-vida.html' title='Amor de uma vida'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SnSlW0ZJ0YI/AAAAAAAABM0/WLYL5eWo4Eg/s72-c/chamas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3944462908059904099</id><published>2009-07-23T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:53:39.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princípio e fim'/><title type='text'>Princípio e fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SmjoC5s_MBI/AAAAAAAABMs/rU6eqDaAkwM/s1600-h/porSol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361790492931469330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SmjoC5s_MBI/AAAAAAAABMs/rU6eqDaAkwM/s200/porSol.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**********************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O fim do ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Começa no início da Vida&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem um princípio&lt;br /&gt;Obedece sempre a um plano&lt;br /&gt;Tal como uma avenida comprida&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que nos conduza ao precipício&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uma Vida que para uns tem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Para outros não passa de tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Todos a vivem ou deixam passar&lt;br /&gt;Quantos sem a terem vivido&lt;br /&gt;Choram e renovam o pedido&lt;br /&gt;Para não arcar com o seu pesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida tem princípio e fim&lt;br /&gt;É a única certeza indesmentível&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era jovem já sonhava ser homem&lt;br /&gt;Mas não passava de um garoto a pensar assim&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou essa idade temível&lt;br /&gt;Pensei: quero que como tal me tomem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como nos enganamos sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Tanto no pensar como no viver&lt;br /&gt;Percorri tantos anos de ilusões latentes&lt;br /&gt;Sentia o vigor e a alma do querer&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes não me soube conter&lt;br /&gt;E aceitar a luta da vida como os valentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora que me dirijo para o fim do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Relembro o tempo intensamente vivido&lt;br /&gt;Não há travessas, becos ou curvas&lt;br /&gt;Que me impeçam de seguir certinho&lt;br /&gt;Sempre num único sentido&lt;br /&gt;Navegando por águas límpidas e nunca turvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este espaço de tempo a que damos Vida&lt;br /&gt;É longo para quem não o sabe viver&lt;br /&gt;E curto para os que o conseguem gozar&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é certa e compreendida&lt;br /&gt;Não sabemos como sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Para além deste terreno lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-3944462908059904099?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3944462908059904099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3944462908059904099' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3944462908059904099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3944462908059904099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-fim-do-ser-humano-comeca-no-inicio-da.html' title='Princípio e fim'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SmjoC5s_MBI/AAAAAAAABMs/rU6eqDaAkwM/s72-c/porSol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-2500443220207129486</id><published>2009-07-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:07:31.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viver'/><title type='text'>Deixem-me Viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sl0MNJiHbjI/AAAAAAAABMk/RNLxa2URbk8/s1600-h/DeixViver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358452551677603378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sl0MNJiHbjI/AAAAAAAABMk/RNLxa2URbk8/s200/DeixViver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não me digam por onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero seguir o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Viver a minha Vida&lt;br /&gt;Pouco me importa o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Só insisto em viver&lt;br /&gt;Não me incomoda o que digam&lt;br /&gt;Que gostem ou critiquem, é-me indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Tracei os meus objectivos com precisão&lt;br /&gt;Quero concretizá-los no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não saber se o terei&lt;br /&gt;Quando nasci desconhecia o que queria&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não sabia o que a Vida me daria&lt;br /&gt;Agora sinto-me maduro, mas cansado&lt;br /&gt;Tenho ideias, tracei planos, construi sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos inúmeros planos que tracei&lt;br /&gt;Muitos sonhos esboroaram como castelos na areia&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada disso me impede de viver&lt;br /&gt;De lutar por um ideal que em mim albergo&lt;br /&gt;Que me consome de noite e de dia&lt;br /&gt;Que me há-de debilitar e talvez matar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quero que me digam qual o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que de pétalas pejado&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro mil vezes seguir descalço e com cajado&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os pés a sangrar e ter que me arrastar&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer a fome atroz de um despojado&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso impedirá que eu viva a Vida&lt;br /&gt;Aquela Vida que sentiu um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Que o recebeu com alegria e em festa&lt;br /&gt;Mas que quase agonizou quando o perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Deixem-me viver essa Vida&lt;br /&gt;Que de mim se apartou sem eu saber como&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto saudade por recordá-lo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quero voltar a vivê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Postagem integrada na Tertúlia Virtual. Sendo a última tertúlia, dedico este poema a todos os habituais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;participantes. A rosa é a simbologia do que mais puro e sublime existe à face da Terra: o amor. Que cada um de vós alcance o seu, são as minhas premissas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-2500443220207129486?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2500443220207129486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=2500443220207129486' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/2500443220207129486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/2500443220207129486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/deixem-me-viver.html' title='Deixem-me Viver...'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sl0MNJiHbjI/AAAAAAAABMk/RNLxa2URbk8/s72-c/DeixViver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3782075858964378648</id><published>2009-07-05T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:51:03.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ser'/><title type='text'>Saber ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SlD9fiHhpvI/AAAAAAAABMU/oFvRLqHGcRM/s1600-h/olhos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058675119662834" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SlD9fiHhpvI/AAAAAAAABMU/oFvRLqHGcRM/s200/olhos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acompanho-te desde que nasceste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ainda mal exprimias os sons&lt;br /&gt;Já sentia que eras um ser maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Tuas graças eram como estrela celeste&lt;br /&gt;Equivaliam a movimentos e tons&lt;br /&gt;De um corpo que seria mavioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cedo cresceste e já gatinhavas&lt;br /&gt;Percorrias espaços sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Teus horizontes eram finitos&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer cadeira trepavas&lt;br /&gt;Sorrias &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;candidamente&lt;/span&gt; ou fazias chinfrim&lt;br /&gt;E já fugias aos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saltitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A escola foi o passo seguinte&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em ti irradiava alegria contagiante&lt;br /&gt;Rapidamente aprendeste o essencial&lt;br /&gt;Os anos passaram sem qualquer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguiste algo que era importante&lt;br /&gt;Terminar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aprendizagem&lt;/span&gt; inicial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na Universidade consolidas-te a juventude&lt;br /&gt;O saber era o teu objectivo&lt;br /&gt;Foram anos seguidos de afazeres&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo foi aproveitado com virtude&lt;br /&gt;Mas aprendeste a viver no colectivo&lt;br /&gt;Para além de inúmeros saberes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seguir uma carreira foi caminho tormentoso&lt;br /&gt;Lutaste muito, a audácia foi teu lema&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que passa estás mais madura&lt;br /&gt;Agora sabes quão útil e portentoso&lt;br /&gt;É ter o valor e ousadia plena&lt;br /&gt;Para viver uma vida com compostura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A luta por uma vida melhor é sadia&lt;br /&gt;Nunca percas a sua rota&lt;br /&gt;Agora que conheces o valor da vida&lt;br /&gt;Que procuras o amor no dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Não troques por uma nota&lt;br /&gt;O sabor amoroso de uma vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-3782075858964378648?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3782075858964378648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3782075858964378648' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3782075858964378648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3782075858964378648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/07/estou-contigo-desde-que-nasceste-ainda.html' title='Saber ser'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SlD9fiHhpvI/AAAAAAAABMU/oFvRLqHGcRM/s72-c/olhos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-6617322977732239470</id><published>2009-06-26T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:47:43.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vento'/><title type='text'>Irmão vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SkSztc66jZI/AAAAAAAABLU/YiiXq4XZnPA/s1600-h/vento.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351599850661776786" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SkSztc66jZI/AAAAAAAABLU/YiiXq4XZnPA/s200/vento.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te saúdo irmão vento&lt;br /&gt;Outrora povos te adoraram&lt;br /&gt;Por te considerarem Deus&lt;br /&gt;Não é esse o meu intento&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não te amaram&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sendo filhos teus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É verdade que não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que existes e que actuas&lt;br /&gt;És um elemento invisível&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço teus atributos sem pejo&lt;br /&gt;Estás em todas as luas&lt;br /&gt;Só isso te torna visível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brincas com a areia no deserto&lt;br /&gt;Jogas ao esconde com as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Empurras o velho no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Pregas partidas a quem está perto&lt;br /&gt;Não sabem o poder que tens&lt;br /&gt;Ao fazer um redemoinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No mar com marés calmas&lt;br /&gt;Proteges os navegantes incautos&lt;br /&gt;Choras como uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Mas se acordas de mau humor, clamas&lt;br /&gt;Ruges em altos gritos&lt;br /&gt;Como quem reclama vingança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És uma força da natureza&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu te venero&lt;br /&gt;Teu poder é imenso&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não seres da realeza&lt;br /&gt;Tens fama de ser austero&lt;br /&gt;E um fulgor de vida intenso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu gosto de sentir o teu sopro&lt;br /&gt;Aquele sussurrar em noites quentes&lt;br /&gt;Inebrias-me com ondas de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Penetras-me como um escopro&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se me mentes&lt;br /&gt;Mas que bom seria assim permanecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2593311764468646022-6617322977732239470?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6617322977732239470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=6617322977732239470' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/6617322977732239470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/6617322977732239470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-te-saudo-irmao-vento-outrora-povos.html' title='Irmão vento'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SkSztc66jZI/AAAAAAAABLU/YiiXq4XZnPA/s72-c/vento.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-305387064360432929</id><published>2009-06-14T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:17:26.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentir em casa'/><title type='text'>Sentir em casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SjWEf5lPSmI/AAAAAAAABLM/At37fZmHjLo/s1600-h/ilha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347325816140155490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SjWEf5lPSmI/AAAAAAAABLM/At37fZmHjLo/s200/ilha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha casa é o Universo&lt;br /&gt;Meu sentir o pulsar das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Saindo de casa nela permaneço&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que debaixo de água submerso&lt;br /&gt;Penso só nas coisas belas&lt;br /&gt;Nunca no fim, mas no começo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em casa sonho, mas saio ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;Pela rua vagueio a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Na procura de um canto na terra&lt;br /&gt;Onde possa voltar a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar alguém a quem lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que procuro a paz em vez da guerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O sentir é uma forma de estar&lt;br /&gt;E em qualquer lugar é benfazejo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem uma casa para cobrir&lt;br /&gt;Um homem procura sempre encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Algo que satisfaça o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Para descansar, comer e dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O lugar é mesmo indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Sentir bem é um objectivo&lt;br /&gt;Numa ilha deserta desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;É algo deveras mirabolante&lt;br /&gt;Mas sendo quase taxativo&lt;br /&gt;Não é coisa que fique esquecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O ar que respiro faz-me sentir em casa&lt;br /&gt;Porque quero viver com prazer&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda gostava de viajar&lt;br /&gt;Num foguete espacial da NASA&lt;br /&gt;Ter arrojo suficiente e não estremecer&lt;br /&gt;Visitar novo planeta e voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sentir-me em casa estando fora&lt;br /&gt;Não é realidade, é pura ficção&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo eu vou imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca fui embora&lt;br /&gt;Mas que ainda tenho intenção&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar esse lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Postagem em colaboração com a Tertúlia Virtual. O desafio é abrangente: Qual o lugar que me pode fazer estar em casa? A minha resposta está aqui, é mesmo uma questão de imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-305387064360432929?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/305387064360432929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=305387064360432929' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/305387064360432929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/305387064360432929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/minha-casa-e-o-universo-meu-sentir-o.html' title='Sentir em casa'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SjWEf5lPSmI/AAAAAAAABLM/At37fZmHjLo/s72-c/ilha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5252336362765794956</id><published>2009-06-05T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T04:08:31.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criança'/><title type='text'>Sonho de criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sij5xSFyESI/AAAAAAAABKM/NKn1zqvsjmw/s1600-h/crianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343795582940090658" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sij5xSFyESI/AAAAAAAABKM/NKn1zqvsjmw/s200/crianca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nasci fruto de amor&lt;br /&gt;De um amor feito de sonho&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de dois seres&lt;br /&gt;Que uniram suas vidas sem temor&lt;br /&gt;De um Mundo frio e medonho&lt;br /&gt;Sou filha de dois amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muitos não queriam que eu visse&lt;br /&gt;A luz de um Mundo Novo&lt;br /&gt;Meus pais quebraram amarras&lt;br /&gt;Ouviram o que Deus lhes disse&lt;br /&gt;Juraram amor de novo&lt;br /&gt;Cantaram e dançaram ao som de guitarras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi assim que fui recebida&lt;br /&gt;Ainda meus olhos não conseguiam ver&lt;br /&gt;Mas já ouvia risos e palavras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Em festa fui concebida&lt;br /&gt;Com alegria foi saudado o meu nascer&lt;br /&gt;E acolhida pelo Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou feliz, mesmo carente de afecto&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que me olvidam e maltratam&lt;br /&gt;Sofro por não ter direitos reconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser frágil que precisa de um tecto&lt;br /&gt;Com falta de alimento me matam&lt;br /&gt;E atropelam todos os meus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivo um dia de cada vez&lt;br /&gt;O que hoje tive, amanhã poderá faltar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto tristeza por ser excluída&lt;br /&gt;Peço aos adultos sensatez&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixem correr e saltar&lt;br /&gt;No seu seio ser admitida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero aprender a ler e escrever&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ser alguém na vida&lt;br /&gt;Por favor me ajudem a conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Se há Deus, não vai esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Esta sede, amargamente sentida&lt;br /&gt;De não saber o que será o meu porvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando uma criança não tem voz na sociedade, nós temos de o fazer por ela. Dou a minha voz àquelas que diáriamente sofrem a falta de amor, alimento, casa e educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-5252336362765794956?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5252336362765794956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=5252336362765794956' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5252336362765794956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5252336362765794956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/06/nasci-fruto-de-amor-de-um-amor-feito-de.html' title='Sonho de criança'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sij5xSFyESI/AAAAAAAABKM/NKn1zqvsjmw/s72-c/crianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3242318890012337198</id><published>2009-05-23T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:05:39.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negrinha'/><title type='text'>Negrinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Shh_gSQStuI/AAAAAAAABJ8/iMdtDVwqVOE/s1600-h/negrinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339157550880437986" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Shh_gSQStuI/AAAAAAAABJ8/iMdtDVwqVOE/s200/negrinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tua tez escura sobressai&lt;br /&gt;Branca nasces-te, de negro te revestiram&lt;br /&gt;A natureza te metamorfoseou&lt;br /&gt;Herdaste a pigmentação do pai&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não te mentiram&lt;br /&gt;Mas és fruto de quem te amou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu continente é o Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma é mais branca que a neve&lt;br /&gt;Teu sentir é hino profundo&lt;br /&gt;A um Deus de amor Bailundo&lt;br /&gt;Que em suas mãos te susteve&lt;br /&gt;Salvando-te de um abismo sem fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te aceitaram pela cor&lt;br /&gt;Escarneceram teus ancestrais&lt;br /&gt;Mas tens todos os direitos&lt;br /&gt;Porque foste gerada do amor&lt;br /&gt;Querida e desejada pelos pais&lt;br /&gt;Perfeita e sem quaisquer defeitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escola brincas-te com os demais&lt;br /&gt;Também sorrias, choravas e aprendias&lt;br /&gt;Convivias com outros desiguais&lt;br /&gt;Tua meninice foi cheia de ais&lt;br /&gt;Suspiravas porque não sabias&lt;br /&gt;Porque descriminaram teus pais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu percurso foi uma via estreita&lt;br /&gt;Carregando a indiferença de muitos&lt;br /&gt;A condescendência de alguns&lt;br /&gt;Mas tal foi pequena maleita&lt;br /&gt;Cera destinada a defuntos&lt;br /&gt;Pois não deste importância a nenhuns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És bela entre as mulheres&lt;br /&gt;Teu tisnado é deveras sedutor&lt;br /&gt;Amas tudo aquilo que desejas&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração é manancial de seres&lt;br /&gt;Qual alcova de redentor&lt;br /&gt;Onde geras tudo que almejas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-3242318890012337198?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3242318890012337198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3242318890012337198' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3242318890012337198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3242318890012337198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/negrinha.html' title='Negrinha'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Shh_gSQStuI/AAAAAAAABJ8/iMdtDVwqVOE/s72-c/negrinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3468815550048587397</id><published>2009-05-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:20:05.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peregrino'/><title type='text'>Peregrino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SgtEz48c76I/AAAAAAAABJk/N8BRs7qXjVE/s1600-h/peregrino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335433841800441762" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SgtEz48c76I/AAAAAAAABJk/N8BRs7qXjVE/s200/peregrino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tu que calcorreias os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Com uma meta bem definida&lt;br /&gt;Não te importas dos espinhos&lt;br /&gt;Que te atraiçoaram a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No teu saco levas os pertences&lt;br /&gt;No corpo pouca roupa vestida&lt;br /&gt;Longos percursos tu vences&lt;br /&gt;Com uma passada à medida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estradas ou caminhos estreitos&lt;br /&gt;São tudo vias para palmilhar&lt;br /&gt;Com o sol a fazer efeitos&lt;br /&gt;Ou chuva que não pára de molhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que segues sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sobra-te tempo para pensar&lt;br /&gt;Até pisas muito de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Só para a calçada não magoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traças-te a rota bem cedo&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que a distância é enorme&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não te causa medo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando te dá a fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia continuas andando&lt;br /&gt;Não contas o espaço percorrido&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sentindo teu corpo cansado&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que a viagem faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco dormes nas noites escuras&lt;br /&gt;Acordas pelo amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Recordas docemente as alturas&lt;br /&gt;Da luta do teu sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim de tanto caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Já sonhas alegres momentos&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém pode adivinhar&lt;br /&gt;A nobreza dos teus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calçado já não tens&lt;br /&gt;Teus pés pisam o solo duro&lt;br /&gt;Ouves murmúrios e desdéns&lt;br /&gt;Mas caminhas sempre seguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente chegas ao altar&lt;br /&gt;Ajoelhas e agradeces a viagem&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio fitas a Senhora a orar&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração recebeu a Mensagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É um preito de homenagem à fé dos peregrinos de Fátima. Homens e mulheres que um dia decidiram percorrer a pé, por vezes centenas de quilómetros, a distância das suas terras até à Cova da Iria, para agradecer a Nossa Senhora as graças recebidas.&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/2593311764468646022-3468815550048587397?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3468815550048587397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3468815550048587397' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3468815550048587397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3468815550048587397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-que-calcorreias-os-caminhos-com-uma.html' title='Peregrino'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SgtEz48c76I/AAAAAAAABJk/N8BRs7qXjVE/s72-c/peregrino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3821960516158668302</id><published>2009-05-03T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:12:37.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mãe'/><title type='text'>Amor de Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sf2oeibnlzI/AAAAAAAABJc/g4O2_dffBAc/s1600-h/rosamae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331602776468723506" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sf2oeibnlzI/AAAAAAAABJc/g4O2_dffBAc/s200/rosamae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor que antes de o ser, já o era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Primeiro que desejado, sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nasceu das profundezas do ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hibernou no coração de mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor maior que o universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem passado nem futuro temporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor que gera amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fruto sublime de um sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desejo de um viver e morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;União perene de dois seres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coração e mente em sintonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Elevação comum sem o ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor com cores de arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sensibilidade de pétala de rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olfacto de perfume deleitoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caminho nunca antes percorrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vaga ondulante que recebe e dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entrega-se na plenitude e se espraia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor de alegrias e tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Numa vida que não termina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O sofrimento caldeia a sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em turbilhões de ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ausência não representa perca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Significa apenas saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor que dizem ser sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entrelaça quem o deseja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aumenta o elo sagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desde dois ao infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Qual areia do deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como fogo que queima a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor que adere suavemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Macio como algodão em rama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leve como plumas a esvoaçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forte como um abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daqueles que querem amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olhando apenas o espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor que não tem palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apenas gestos, afectos e olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enlevo de um ser que se absorve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que se esquece de si próprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estende as mãos e diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anda, contigo sou feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;É uma homenagem singela a todas as Mães do Mundo.&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/2593311764468646022-3821960516158668302?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3821960516158668302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3821960516158668302' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-858360398086198106</id><published>2009-04-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:48:01.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo ou demónio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sfn0yqeOG_I/AAAAAAAABJU/_rQczzCjdDg/s1600-h/AnjoDemonio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330560785201372146" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sfn0yqeOG_I/AAAAAAAABJU/_rQczzCjdDg/s200/AnjoDemonio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;És criatura celeste&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo de branco se reveste&lt;br /&gt;Se desnuda naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;Esperando carícias docemente&lt;br /&gt;Fica ainda mais belo e sensível&lt;br /&gt;Uma visão quase impossível&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sinto tua mão&lt;br /&gt;E piso algo que não é chão&lt;br /&gt;Luto contra o ardor&lt;br /&gt;De sentir um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de onde provém&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Estou desesperadamente só&lt;br /&gt;Por compaixão divina tem dó&lt;br /&gt;Não sei para onde possa ir&lt;br /&gt;Tentar fugir do teu sentir&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim em permanência&lt;br /&gt;Só existe a tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Ténue névoa se formou&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente se adornou&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que vou morrer de desejo&lt;br /&gt;Por aquilo que não vejo&lt;br /&gt;Porque abriste tuas entranhas?&lt;br /&gt;Para me deixar saudades tamanhas&lt;br /&gt;Serás anjo ou demónio&lt;br /&gt;Deixas-te confuso meu neurónio&lt;br /&gt;Se fores anjo faz-te luz&lt;br /&gt;Por amor ao céu me conduz&lt;br /&gt;Mas se fores espírito maligno&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me seguir, mesmo sem tino&lt;br /&gt;Porque meu corpo não levarás&lt;br /&gt;Só meu desdém sentirás&lt;br /&gt;Terás que ser um anjo de luz&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma a isso te reduz&lt;br /&gt;Então sim, seguir-te-ei perdidamente&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas agora, mas eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-858360398086198106?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/858360398086198106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=858360398086198106' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/858360398086198106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/858360398086198106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/anjo-ou-demonio.html' title='Anjo ou demónio'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sfn0yqeOG_I/AAAAAAAABJU/_rQczzCjdDg/s72-c/AnjoDemonio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3901534182944620231</id><published>2009-04-22T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:26:00.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presente e Futuro'/><title type='text'>Presente conjuga futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Se9Q3AhcSxI/AAAAAAAABGc/7ERz8wJCg8o/s1600-h/brincando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327565790165879570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Se9Q3AhcSxI/AAAAAAAABGc/7ERz8wJCg8o/s200/brincando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais que um poema, é realidade pensada&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me cansado da vida ou talvez não&lt;br /&gt;O desânimo parece ter surgido abruptamente&lt;br /&gt;Conduzindo o carro sinto a mente pesada&lt;br /&gt;Avanço muito devagar, talvez em contramão&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, olho para os lados perdidamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vejo crianças a brincar no jardim&lt;br /&gt;Suas correrias me recordam a meninice&lt;br /&gt;Seus risos estridentes me alegram&lt;br /&gt;Outrora não sentia essa felicidade em mim&lt;br /&gt;Fui criança triste, apesar da traquinice&lt;br /&gt;Chorei a falta de carinho que outros tiveram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Revejo-me no sorriso da criança que me acena&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para mim com veemência&lt;br /&gt;Seu brilho nos olhos me fascina&lt;br /&gt;Fico parado a vê-la com enorme pena&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ela terá consciência&lt;br /&gt;De que juventude será a sua sina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Encarno o presente, ela o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Duas etapas da vida humana&lt;br /&gt;Para ela eu posso dizer docemente&lt;br /&gt;Querida vai em frente, cuidado com o muro&lt;br /&gt;Se o queres saltar, utiliza a cana&lt;br /&gt;Porque da queda podes estar ciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do futuro não faço previsões&lt;br /&gt;No presente aceito aquilo que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Agora preocupo-me com os jovens&lt;br /&gt;Da vida não quero mais ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Luto com denodo e empenho&lt;br /&gt;Por aquilo que eu não tive e tu tens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O meu passado já não importa&lt;br /&gt;O futuro para mim é coisa de somemos&lt;br /&gt;Tu podes viver feliz nesta Terra&lt;br /&gt;No presente está a abrir-se uma porta&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a mão e nela entraremos&lt;br /&gt;Afastemos a fome, a doença e a guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-3901534182944620231?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3901534182944620231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3901534182944620231' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3901534182944620231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3901534182944620231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/presente-conjuga-futuro.html' title='Presente conjuga futuro'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Se9Q3AhcSxI/AAAAAAAABGc/7ERz8wJCg8o/s72-c/brincando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5180648328790725701</id><published>2009-04-14T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:45:36.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prazer'/><title type='text'>O Prazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SeUYjQoQaZI/AAAAAAAABF0/3f-1KJzfYg4/s1600-h/Desejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324689128473782674" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SeUYjQoQaZI/AAAAAAAABF0/3f-1KJzfYg4/s200/Desejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que doce acordar hoje tive&lt;br /&gt;Quão feliz foi o meu amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;O sonho que vivi ainda sobrevive&lt;br /&gt;Creio que jamais o irei esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quadro belo alguém pintou&lt;br /&gt;E nele me fez entrar para sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda pensei ser uma realidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi frustrada ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afã&lt;/span&gt; de um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde ou com quem&lt;br /&gt;Lutei desesperadamente e com dor&lt;br /&gt;Por não lembrar agora esse alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade é que vivi esse amor de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Algo de sublime que não sei explicar&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente sei que era uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Com alma formosa e de encantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O local era belo, onde, é segredo&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-me estar um sol primaveril&lt;br /&gt;Que raiando por entre o arvoredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fazia&lt;/span&gt; brilhar teu rosto juvenil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher sem nome perdida no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ficarás a flutuar como anjo do céu&lt;br /&gt;Jamais sairás do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que nunca serei teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seis letras compõem a palavra prazer&lt;br /&gt;Começa por um p e forma par&lt;br /&gt;Condiz com amor em união de ser&lt;br /&gt;Se for verdadeiro não irá acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com prazer todos queremos viver&lt;br /&gt;Seja por amor, egoísmo ou ódio&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém poderá querer morrer&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que é subir ao pódio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O altar do amor não está no prazer&lt;br /&gt;Mas é um dos degraus necessários&lt;br /&gt;Sem ele não podemos viver&lt;br /&gt;Com ele cruzaremos hemisférios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter prazer nunca pode ser pecado&lt;br /&gt;Mas deve ser alegria, desejo ou gozo&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser algo de sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Para captar um coração amoroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O prazer será o que um Homem ou Mulher quiser, eu optei por tratar o mais primário sentimento do ser humano, mas não invalida que muitos outros sejam nobres e desejáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema integrado nas Tertúlias Virtuais&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/2593311764468646022-5180648328790725701?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5180648328790725701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=5180648328790725701' title='54 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5180648328790725701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5180648328790725701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-prazer.html' title='O Prazer'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SeUYjQoQaZI/AAAAAAAABF0/3f-1KJzfYg4/s72-c/Desejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-7548396805576442024</id><published>2009-04-01T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:37:49.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rir'/><title type='text'>RIR......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdP84mwRAUI/AAAAAAAABBM/QQXSSSQVESM/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+rir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319873634260549954" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdP84mwRAUI/AAAAAAAABBM/QQXSSSQVESM/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+rir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estou, tu estás, ele está a rir&lt;br /&gt;Nós estamos, vós estais, eles não estão&lt;br /&gt;Então, estão a fazer o quê? A sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo diferente esta expressão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome deste poema é RIR&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, para ti e para os outros&lt;br /&gt;A mãe desta palavra vai parir&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos risinhos marotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Médicos dizem: rir faz bem à saúde&lt;br /&gt;Portanto se não rir, morre mais cedo&lt;br /&gt;Siga o conselho para não ir no ataúde&lt;br /&gt;Das duas, uma, ou ri ou morre de medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincamos, rimos e choramos&lt;br /&gt;É forma de levar vida decente&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que clamamos&lt;br /&gt;Quando porventura nos dói dente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem ri vive mais cem anos&lt;br /&gt;O que não quer rir não sabe viver&lt;br /&gt;A esse aconselho a compra de panos&lt;br /&gt;Para enxugar a falta de prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri de uma anedota e sê janota&lt;br /&gt;O motivo é supérfluo e de pouca monta&lt;br /&gt;Ri da piada da amiga Carlota&lt;br /&gt;Mas não ligues que ela é tonta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rir ou sorrir, eis a questão&lt;br /&gt;Soltar uma gargalhada estridente&lt;br /&gt;Ou alongar os lábios como o Gastão&lt;br /&gt;Em esgar, como quem mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sorrir mais e sempre&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o caminho da vida plena&lt;br /&gt;Para viver bem e ter presente&lt;br /&gt;Que rir vale sempre a pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-7548396805576442024?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7548396805576442024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=7548396805576442024' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/7548396805576442024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/7548396805576442024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-estou-tu-estas-ele-esta-rir-nos.html' title='RIR......'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdP84mwRAUI/AAAAAAAABBM/QQXSSSQVESM/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+rir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3625345187875095422</id><published>2009-03-14T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:12:59.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>O Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbwlvchwhRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/TPB8ZB1uivI/s1600-h/florAm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313163157432206610" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbwlvchwhRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/TPB8ZB1uivI/s200/florAm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No princípio foi o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Depois veio o prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero sempre aquilo que desejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E desejo para além do que quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sonho com um amor perfeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Logo o quero e luto por ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Só pode ser por uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Também capaz de o receber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Certo é que o meu desejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fica aquém do impossível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas se acaso for mais além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Então vou persegui-lo como ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Para atingir o que desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Outrora tive uma vida de sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fiz e desfiz amores passageiros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas hoje sinto saudades infindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Desses tempos de idas e vindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tinha dias de conquistador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Horas de mal querer do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nunca senti o desvelo feminino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porque considerava o carinho amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Agora meu coração sente-se cansado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tanto trabalhou deveras acelerado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os anos não lhe deram tréguas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas mesmo lento e fatigado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Continua grande e aberto de par em par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Disposto a continuar a lutar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não pelo desejo de outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas por um amor que não vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Postagem integrada nas Tertulias Virtuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2593311764468646022-3625345187875095422?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3625345187875095422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3625345187875095422' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3625345187875095422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3625345187875095422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-principio-foi-o-desejo-depois-veio-o.html' title='O Desejo'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbwlvchwhRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/TPB8ZB1uivI/s72-c/florAm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5738966375452957564</id><published>2009-03-07T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:40:55.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palhaço'/><title type='text'>Palhaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbL7P3cWNKI/AAAAAAAAA8s/NOQeBu3Ruc8/s1600-h/palhaco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310583160622691490" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbL7P3cWNKI/AAAAAAAAA8s/NOQeBu3Ruc8/s200/palhaco.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palhaço que provocas mil sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Usas vestes coloridas de medidas amplas&lt;br /&gt;Artefactos díspares e curiosos sapatos&lt;br /&gt;Pintas teu corpo com cores de narcisos&lt;br /&gt;Serpenteias as mãos fazendo palas&lt;br /&gt;Fazes de adultos meninos pacatos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homem que mereces uma vénia&lt;br /&gt;Pelo trabalho árduo que executas&lt;br /&gt;Que fazes rir a senhora ilustre&lt;br /&gt;O cavalheiro de cabelo cor sépia&lt;br /&gt;A menina curiosa que escutas&lt;br /&gt;A criança agarrada ao balaústre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu nome inspira inocência&lt;br /&gt;Não é de baptismo por prudência&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que te chamam não importa&lt;br /&gt;Tu tens plena consciência&lt;br /&gt;Utilizas toda a tua sapiência&lt;br /&gt;A letra ridículo é palavra morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentas fazer rir e nunca choras&lt;br /&gt;Vives uma vida como os outros&lt;br /&gt;Também sobrevives com dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;A luta do teu dia a dia são as horas&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a inventar e dizer piropos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a brincar és cúmplice da maldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tua plateia é o mundo&lt;br /&gt;A tenda do circo a tua casa&lt;br /&gt;Recebes tanto o rico como o pobre&lt;br /&gt;Corres, saltas e fazes tudo&lt;br /&gt;À mulher bela arrastas a asa&lt;br /&gt;Sem cuidar se é plebeia ou nobre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu trabalho é um hino à alegria&lt;br /&gt;Podes sofrer, mas ris abertamente&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração parece ser enorme&lt;br /&gt;Acolhes crianças com simpatia&lt;br /&gt;Despertas alegria naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;És palhaço, homem sem nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-5738966375452957564?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5738966375452957564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=5738966375452957564' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5738966375452957564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5738966375452957564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/palhaco.html' title='Palhaço'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbL7P3cWNKI/AAAAAAAAA8s/NOQeBu3Ruc8/s72-c/palhaco.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-4882283809451847329</id><published>2009-02-25T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:42:15.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa vermelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SaWpphAmo5I/AAAAAAAAA6s/EglBxRp_Vsg/s1600-h/rosavermelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306834266626630546" style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SaWpphAmo5I/AAAAAAAAA6s/EglBxRp_Vsg/s200/rosavermelha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rosa vermelha de cor aveludada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nascida entre tojos na alta montanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O sol tisnou tuas pétalas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu odor suave tomou meus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Impregnou toda a minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fez-me transportar a jardins desconhecidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vermelho ardente que acaricio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como mulher bela em pleno estio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mostras o botão que vai desabrochar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abres teu coração ao clarear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Expeles o perfume dentro de teu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Espreguiças teu caule a verdejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sabes que espero esse momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixas-me afagar terna e suavemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Teu ventre ciosamente recolhido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuas pétalas abrem uma a uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como jamais eu havia sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estremeço ainda meio adormecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Flor que jamais serás de jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Após te abrires completamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darás tudo que tens em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ficarás para sempre desnudada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De coração eternamente aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mesmo que não tenhas mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou sentir tua juventude perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depois de tuas pétalas caírem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ficarás mais amadurecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais carente de que outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Então recolher-te-ei em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E tudo o que te resta agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/2593311764468646022-4882283809451847329?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4882283809451847329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=4882283809451847329' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4882283809451847329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4882283809451847329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/rosa-vermelha-de-cor-aveludada-nascida.html' title='Rosa vermelha'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SaWpphAmo5I/AAAAAAAAA6s/EglBxRp_Vsg/s72-c/rosavermelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-4937132637214552819</id><published>2009-02-14T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:36:40.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tertulias virtuais'/><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdZkLrUlDxI/AAAAAAAABBk/iKvVBRmzIkc/s1600-h/tempoceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320550161555197714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdZkLrUlDxI/AAAAAAAABBk/iKvVBRmzIkc/s200/tempoceu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tempo que és sucessão eterna de instantes&lt;br /&gt;Palavra na qual tudo cabe e em tudo se dilui&lt;br /&gt;Preciosismo fugaz, mas nunca efémero&lt;br /&gt;Que me levas a lutas permanentes&lt;br /&gt;Por aquilo que meu ser não possui&lt;br /&gt;Onde não conta a qualidade ou número&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que existes impondo tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar a queixumes ou sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Que ora bafejas em hora de sorte&lt;br /&gt;Ou matas quem não têm crença&lt;br /&gt;Tua carruagem me leva a mil paraísos&lt;br /&gt;Por caminhos de vida ou de morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de hoje e de outrora&lt;br /&gt;Que viste o meu nascer&lt;br /&gt;Conduziste minha vida fora&lt;br /&gt;Agora controlas a minha hora&lt;br /&gt;Esperas meu tempo de fenecer&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim não vais embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que somas horas e minutos&lt;br /&gt;Que não dás contas a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;És mau para uma mulher bonita&lt;br /&gt;Carrasco amável para muitos&lt;br /&gt;Que não sentem o teu desdém&lt;br /&gt;Pensando ter vida infinita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que tudo deves a alguém&lt;br /&gt;Mas que guardas ciosamente&lt;br /&gt;Tudo quanto te pertence ou não&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que esbanjas no harém&lt;br /&gt;Belezas que emergiram precocemente&lt;br /&gt;Alimentadas com prazer e sem pão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo maldito que me confundistes&lt;br /&gt;Num longínquo dia de sol radioso&lt;br /&gt;Quando embarquei naquele navio&lt;br /&gt;E acompanhei colegas tristes&lt;br /&gt;Envergando uniforme verde e sedoso&lt;br /&gt;Em demanda pelo lugar do extravio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que tudo fizeste para me roubar&lt;br /&gt;Vida que ousaste condicionar&lt;br /&gt;Impediste meu ideal de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Contra ti lutei até sangrar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo debilitado em tremendo esgar&lt;br /&gt;Consegui fugir e o caminho encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mesmo só sinto-me feliz&lt;br /&gt;Por não saber o tempo que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Faça sol, chuva ou sopre um vento medonho&lt;br /&gt;Aqui me encontrarás como um petiz&lt;br /&gt;Cantarolando que o amor é um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem medo de seres enfadonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Participando em Tertulias Virtuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-4937132637214552819?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4937132637214552819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=4937132637214552819' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4937132637214552819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4937132637214552819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdZkLrUlDxI/AAAAAAAABBk/iKvVBRmzIkc/s72-c/tempoceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-1394277849184482082</id><published>2009-02-07T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:43:18.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Amor não esperes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SY20oNN-vSI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DyaPZ2oB28c/s1600-h/verhorizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090939321007394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SY20oNN-vSI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DyaPZ2oB28c/s200/verhorizonte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor, se me amas, não esperes&lt;br /&gt;Parti sem nada e sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Na praia verás outros seres&lt;br /&gt;Não eu, que cruel desatino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei-te uma vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia porque te amava&lt;br /&gt;Agora que fiz tamanha asneira&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta chorar, porque a água lava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outrora só lamentava&lt;br /&gt;Não poder te amar mais&lt;br /&gt;Não compreendi quando escutava&lt;br /&gt;Teus profundos e infinitos ais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor não chores, eu não mereço&lt;br /&gt;Guarda minhas juras antigas&lt;br /&gt;Esconde aquele meu lenço&lt;br /&gt;Que recorda as nossas cantigas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em segredo eu embarquei&lt;br /&gt;Não podia dizer a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo e receei&lt;br /&gt;Que quisesses vir também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero recordar-te sentada&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar mirando o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir aquela brisa zangada&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sentia e te batia na fronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amava, parti&lt;br /&gt;Não podia dar-te mais&lt;br /&gt;Sabe Deus o que senti&lt;br /&gt;Não esquecerei jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarda no coração a vida passada&lt;br /&gt;Não olvidarei tamanha graça&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei acorrentado na calçada&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia passares na praça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me procures em tais lugares&lt;br /&gt;Meu barco não atracará&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro sofrer a dureza dos mares&lt;br /&gt;Porque assim ninguém saberá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia sofrer forte tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Não terei medo de naufragar&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vou sentir saudade&lt;br /&gt;Morrerei a imaginar teu rosto afagar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-1394277849184482082?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1394277849184482082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=1394277849184482082' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1394277849184482082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/1394277849184482082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Amor não esperes'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SY20oNN-vSI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DyaPZ2oB28c/s72-c/verhorizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5155152082125613505</id><published>2009-01-29T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:44:35.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pobreza'/><title type='text'>Ode ao infortunado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SYIo5_crVgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/c_h354kCZUQ/s1600-h/pobreza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841088490493442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SYIo5_crVgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/c_h354kCZUQ/s200/pobreza1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;És um ser humano como todos nós&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não tenhas casa&lt;br /&gt;Que mores debaixo da ponte&lt;br /&gt;Que passes as noites ao frio&lt;br /&gt;Serás sempre criatura divina&lt;br /&gt;É assim que te vejo amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És filho de uma mãe&lt;br /&gt;Ela te gerou como qualquer outro&lt;br /&gt;Te amou quanto ela&lt;br /&gt;Te beijou e afagou de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;Se pouco ou nada tens&lt;br /&gt;Só o deves ao infortúnio do destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos passam por ti&lt;br /&gt;Naquela rua mal iluminada&lt;br /&gt;Olham para a caixa de cartão&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabem que estás dentro&lt;br /&gt;Que foges à angustia de ser visto&lt;br /&gt;Por te sentires à margem da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;De corpo magro e escanzelado&lt;br /&gt;Arrastas-te pela calçada&lt;br /&gt;Estendes uma mão suja&lt;br /&gt;Pedes tristemente baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Tens fome e talvez sede&lt;br /&gt;Anseias ainda mais por um carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como a sociedade é ingrata&lt;br /&gt;Possivelmente perdeste o emprego&lt;br /&gt;A família a quem amavas&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe que existes&lt;br /&gt;Que passas o tempo a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas lembras coisas tristes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera poder compreender-te&lt;br /&gt;Clamar que tudo isto é injusto&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que me vale bradar alto&lt;br /&gt;Se aqueles que deviam proteger-te&lt;br /&gt;Não vêm, não ouvem, não sentem&lt;br /&gt;Passam indiferentes a tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-5155152082125613505?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5155152082125613505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=5155152082125613505' title='5 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-4549923859147829096</id><published>2009-01-02T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:07:50.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano Novo'/><title type='text'>Novo ou velho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SV60xQpApnI/AAAAAAAAA2I/maGE9PnK49I/s1600-h/fogoartif.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286861770953107058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SV60xQpApnI/AAAAAAAAA2I/maGE9PnK49I/s200/fogoartif.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ano novo que despontas do breu&lt;br /&gt;És recebido com luzes de mil cores&lt;br /&gt;Doze badaladas dão o tom do céu&lt;br /&gt;Para abrir bebidas de doces sabores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O champanhe jorra em cascatas&lt;br /&gt;Bebido por sedentas e roucas gargantas&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem-se cânticos ao som de latas&lt;br /&gt;Em volta do lume até ás tantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegas envolto em manto de neve&lt;br /&gt;Aconchegado pelo gélido ar da noite&lt;br /&gt;Ouves os desejos de quem nunca teve&lt;br /&gt;Casa, agasalho ou lugar onde pernoite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Os ricos comemoram-te em belas salas&lt;br /&gt;Comem, dançam e entoam canções&lt;br /&gt;Os pobres esperam algumas migalhas&lt;br /&gt;Pulam, sorriem e lançam balões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasces de noite e começas de dia&lt;br /&gt;Vives doze meses intensos&lt;br /&gt;Afagas os dias como uma melodia&lt;br /&gt;Embalas os minutos imensos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És novo e não prestas vassalagem&lt;br /&gt;Tens orgulho em ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Esqueces que serás uma miragem&lt;br /&gt;No fim acabarás velho eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-4549923859147829096?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4549923859147829096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=4549923859147829096' title='7 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-3110531337618423082</id><published>2008-12-08T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:40:38.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ser poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do que os homens! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morder como quem beija!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter de mil desejos o esplendor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não saber sequer que se deseja!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter garras e asas de condor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É condensar o mundo num só grito! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florbela Espanca, «Charneca em Flor», em «Poesia Completa»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nota: Embora habitualmente utilize este espaço apenas para a emissão de poesias de minha autoria, abri uma excepção para colaborar na homenagem à grande poetisa portuguesa Florbela Espanca, na blogagem colectiva promovida pela Flor, interlúdioenflor. Este é um dos poemas de Florbela Espanca que mais admiro e que dedico a todos que gostam de poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-3110531337618423082?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3110531337618423082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=3110531337618423082' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3110531337618423082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/3110531337618423082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/florbela-espanca.html' title='Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-4213578405723327654</id><published>2008-12-07T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:53:00.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaculada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/STwY1vDCGMI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/kJN2i1osL90/s1600-h/rosabrpm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277120174812698818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/STwY1vDCGMI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/kJN2i1osL90/s200/rosabrpm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maria, mulher escolhida por Deus&lt;br /&gt;De graças infinitas cumulada&lt;br /&gt;Fiat selaram lábios teus&lt;br /&gt;Nós te veneramos imaculada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nasceste humilde e ornada de virtude&lt;br /&gt;Recatada foi tua vida terrena&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração ama a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Na comunhão com Deus és plena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És virgem e serás sempre&lt;br /&gt;A graça do Senhor assim o permitiu&lt;br /&gt;Cristo escolheu o teu ventre&lt;br /&gt;Viveu, morreu e partiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolheste a Sua missão&lt;br /&gt;Da tua vida fizeste oferta&lt;br /&gt;Com Ele pactuaste uma união&lt;br /&gt;Salvar a humanidade da morte certa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Ele pregaste, sofreste e amaste&lt;br /&gt;De forma silenciosa e discreta&lt;br /&gt;Fazei tudo o que Ele disser, aconselhas-te&lt;br /&gt;Foi a forma de traçar a meta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaculada, apesar de Mãe do Filho&lt;br /&gt;Pelo poder do amor divino&lt;br /&gt;Ampara-nos na procura do nosso trilho&lt;br /&gt;Ao encontro do Deus uno e trino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Com João Paulo II: Totus Tuus Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia 8 de Dezembro comemoramos o dia de Nossa Senhora da Conceição. Aqui fica uma homegem em forma de poema. ES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-4213578405723327654?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4213578405723327654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=4213578405723327654' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4213578405723327654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/4213578405723327654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/imaculada.html' title='Imaculada'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/STwY1vDCGMI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/kJN2i1osL90/s72-c/rosabrpm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-8974555857552919686</id><published>2008-11-15T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:11:31.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brisa'/><title type='text'>Brisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SR9QoLg1rkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/sBsL2nvkMdg/s1600-h/brisamar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269018740262284866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SR9QoLg1rkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/sBsL2nvkMdg/s200/brisamar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SR9PhkEHkeI/AAAAAAAAAzw/uPcreRJnIS0/s1600-h/brisamar.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brisa que se sente e não  vê&lt;br /&gt;Corrente suave que nos afaga&lt;br /&gt;Qual livro quando se lê&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que é uma saga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar provindo de sul ou norte&lt;br /&gt;Portador de novas desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;Algumas desejando-nos sorte&lt;br /&gt;Outras vão deixar-nos feridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansiamos pelo teu toque no verão&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo de um sol escaldante&lt;br /&gt;Nossos sentidos acalmar-se-ão&lt;br /&gt;Como uma vaga suavizante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu odor é desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Tua presença sempre sentida&lt;br /&gt;Mas se estiveres adormecido&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma está sem vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te encontras em acalmia&lt;br /&gt;És como mulher ardente&lt;br /&gt;Mas se sopras ventania&lt;br /&gt;Levas tudo e todos à frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estando bonançoso és afável&lt;br /&gt;Fazes sonhar mesmo de dia&lt;br /&gt;Em mar alteroso és intratável&lt;br /&gt;Crias tsunamis em cada dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu criador fez-te insensível&lt;br /&gt;Usa-te como lhe aprouver&lt;br /&gt;Aceita que sejas incompreensível&lt;br /&gt;Como capricho de mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero recordar-te para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Como brisa fustigando as aves&lt;br /&gt;Como o som de água corrente&lt;br /&gt;Em tom musical só de graves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-8974555857552919686?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8974555857552919686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=8974555857552919686' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8974555857552919686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/8974555857552919686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/brisa-que-se-sente-e-no-se-v-corrente_15.html' title='Brisa'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SR9QoLg1rkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/sBsL2nvkMdg/s72-c/brisamar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5451637805246854555</id><published>2008-10-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:06:12.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><title type='text'>MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SQZW6V1NnzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/xa4UJv1X124/s1600-h/mulherflores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261988774921740082" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SQZW6V1NnzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/xa4UJv1X124/s200/mulherflores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mulher, simplesmente mulher&lt;br /&gt;Deus te criou diferente do homem&lt;br /&gt;Ele te ama na profundeza do seu ser&lt;br /&gt;Tu o completas e amas também&lt;br /&gt;Luís de Camões te cantou&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor descreveu e louvou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que do nada foste ser&lt;br /&gt;No teu regaço aconchegaste o amor&lt;br /&gt;Choras à noite e ao amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Ris sem qualquer temor&lt;br /&gt;Abraças a vida que recebeste&lt;br /&gt;Irradias raios de luz celeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher de beleza imortal&lt;br /&gt;Com alma que resplandece em teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Teu ser dá vidas à vida total&lt;br /&gt;Embalas um nada morto&lt;br /&gt;Sofres amargamente do desconforto&lt;br /&gt;De uma vida tornada deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que de feminino tens tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos mil albergas&lt;br /&gt;Lutas com espadas de veludo&lt;br /&gt;Não feres, mas tapas chagas&lt;br /&gt;Abres com ternura corações alheios&lt;br /&gt;Desabrochas todos os anseios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher de odores e fragrâncias incolores&lt;br /&gt;Perfumas as pedras do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Soltas brados de dores&lt;br /&gt;Quando teu pé pisa cada espinho&lt;br /&gt;Espinho de uma rosa que murchou&lt;br /&gt;E de uma vida que se finou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que amas sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Acolhes sem nada pedir&lt;br /&gt;Abraças teus filhos a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Morres ao vê-los partir&lt;br /&gt;Recebes rosas em preito de homenagem&lt;br /&gt;Recolhes sempre a sua mensagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que do amor fazes pão&lt;br /&gt;Com água matas a sede alheia&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que nunca aceitas um não&lt;br /&gt;De quem teu coração incendeia&lt;br /&gt;Da luta do porvir és semente&lt;br /&gt;Serás mulher, mas mulher para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-5451637805246854555?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5451637805246854555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=5451637805246854555' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5451637805246854555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5451637805246854555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/mulher-simplesmente-mulher-deus-te.html' title='MULHER'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SQZW6V1NnzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/xa4UJv1X124/s72-c/mulherflores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-2424624478840900099</id><published>2008-02-19T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:43:45.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Sofrer e amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poesia, afinal o que será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Responde-me se és capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não sei explicar o significado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto-a, vivo-a, mas desconheço onde está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acaso será verdadeira ou fugaz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É real, pois afirmar o contrário seria pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Através dela transmito-te o que penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dirá que sofro profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, este pobre coração angustia-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Range de dor em ver-me submerso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abate-se, esbugalha-se e fica inerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas ao receber o teu sorriso, esvai-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dirá ainda pausadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Choro por te ver assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse sorriso é vago e sem brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tua indecisão revela ausência de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Até quando minha flor de lis terei um caminho sem trilho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continuo só e triste, mas confio em Deus e em ti serenamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poesia encerra alegria e tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quantas vezes verdades duras e amargas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exprime a dor, amor, esperança e desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De tudo aqui encontras, assim prevejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Repara no meu coração cheio de promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reflecte, vê e dá-me tuas venturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poesia é imaginar-te qual borboleta voando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pousando aqui e além, mas continuando a esvoaçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Detém-te e escuta os lamentos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este coração sente-se alvoraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vem e dá-lhe o teu amor infindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então voaremos os dois para junto de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta poesia fui buscá-la ao meu baú de recordações. Floresceu no ano de 1965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-2424624478840900099?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2424624478840900099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=2424624478840900099' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/2424624478840900099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/2424624478840900099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2008/02/sofrer-e-amar.html' title='Sofrer e amar'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-828953881690350945</id><published>2008-01-14T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:12:22.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infinito'/><title type='text'>Azul infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4uCRhIAbLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FZ9VtWSiyd8/s1600-h/azulinfinito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155357435917003954" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="131" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4uCRhIAbLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FZ9VtWSiyd8/s200/azulinfinito.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No azul infinito da esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vagueiam anseios desmedidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na luta diária da sobrevivência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gastamos os nossos sentidos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuvens escuras escondem tristeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De azul colorimos os desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trilhamos caminhos de incertezas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhamos amores benfazejos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vida insípida do dia dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a pedra do caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa etapa mais tardia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colheremos o nosso destino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um corpo sem alma teremos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia sem vida vai nascer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas asas de anjos voaremos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No poente ao entardecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corpo não levaremos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O espírito substitui o ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fardo carregaremos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será melhor não o saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para além do infinito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está a estação de permanência &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será um lugar bonito?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou princípio da nossa demência?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terra é mera passagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascemos do nada feito ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é miragem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só nós não queremos ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-828953881690350945?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/828953881690350945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=828953881690350945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/828953881690350945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/828953881690350945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-azul-infinito-da-esperana-vagueiam.html' title='Azul infinito'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4uCRhIAbLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/FZ9VtWSiyd8/s72-c/azulinfinito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-8251797653386682900</id><published>2008-01-12T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:56:16.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outono'/><title type='text'>Outono da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lf9BIAbII/AAAAAAAAAb0/UxrPWtkiEfo/s1600-h/folha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154756750380919938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lf9BIAbII/AAAAAAAAAb0/UxrPWtkiEfo/s200/folha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Outono de muitas cores&lt;br /&gt;Predomina o amarelo sem vida&lt;br /&gt;Tal como as folhas incolores&lt;br /&gt;Após forte ventania sentida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a porta está aberta&lt;br /&gt;Em frente à estrada da vida&lt;br /&gt;Segue-a como coisa certa&lt;br /&gt;Terá que ser percorrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seu termo encontrarás o Inverno&lt;br /&gt;Não pares para lamuriar&lt;br /&gt;Tira o teu coração do inferno&lt;br /&gt;Corre, ainda tens uma vida para dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura pela primavera&lt;br /&gt;Olvida o Outono da vida&lt;br /&gt;O prazer é uma quimera&lt;br /&gt;A dor não é indefinida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto criança choras-te&lt;br /&gt;Quando jovem vives-te em euforia&lt;br /&gt;Em adulto te tornaste&lt;br /&gt;Sem saberes que a vida morria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma passagem&lt;br /&gt;A Terra estação em permanência&lt;br /&gt;Cá lutas por uma miragem&lt;br /&gt;Como quem sofre de demência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai pelos campos fora&lt;br /&gt;Colhe as flores belas da natureza&lt;br /&gt;Ouve com atenção a ave canora&lt;br /&gt;Ela louva uma realeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será o Deus do céu e da terra&lt;br /&gt;O objecto do seu louvor&lt;br /&gt;Sobe ao alto da serra&lt;br /&gt;Entrega-te sem medo e com amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pediste para nascer&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor te deu vida&lt;br /&gt;A próxima etapa será morrer&lt;br /&gt;Aceita-o de forma soerguida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida é um dom de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Tem princípio e também meio&lt;br /&gt;Será o fim dos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Mas o nascer do teu anseio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-8251797653386682900?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lf9BIAbII/AAAAAAAAAb0/UxrPWtkiEfo/s72-c/folha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5223870979579079338</id><published>2008-01-08T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:32:48.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurora'/><title type='text'>Bela Aurora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4PsRBIAa7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/43a9p6ZPnAo/s1600-h/auroranova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153222175745928114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4PsRBIAa7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/43a9p6ZPnAo/s320/auroranova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bela aurora que antecedes o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Trazes contigo sons estridentes de criança&lt;br /&gt;São gritos de alguém a nascer&lt;br /&gt;São fruto de uma aliança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora é nome astral&lt;br /&gt;Planeta que vai marcar o teu futuro&lt;br /&gt;És corpo de anjo material&lt;br /&gt;És filha de homem maduro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave foi a noite que te acolheu&lt;br /&gt;Radioso é o dia que te recebe&lt;br /&gt;Teu pai quisera ser eu&lt;br /&gt;Tua mãe feliz te concebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida gerou mais vida&lt;br /&gt;Eis um novo ser da humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Pássaros cantem de forma sentida&lt;br /&gt;Que vossas árias a embalem de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores irradiem vossas belas cores&lt;br /&gt;Sol aquece suavemente a menina&lt;br /&gt;Vento sopra abundantes odores&lt;br /&gt;Inebria com perfume cada esquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que despertas para a vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu aguardo a chegada da mãe morte&lt;br /&gt;Já vivi uma vida vencida&lt;br /&gt;Mas cuidei de escolher o norte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és esperança da Humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou fim do elo de ligação&lt;br /&gt;Tu vais precisar da minha humildade&lt;br /&gt;Eu da tua lembrança no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora de beleza serena&lt;br /&gt;Do amor humano foste gerada&lt;br /&gt;Deus concedeu-te liberdade plena&lt;br /&gt;Serás sempre bem amada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-5223870979579079338?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5223870979579079338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2593311764468646022&amp;postID=5223870979579079338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5223870979579079338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2593311764468646022/posts/default/5223870979579079338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/2008/01/bela-aurora.html' title='Bela Aurora'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4PsRBIAa7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/43a9p6ZPnAo/s72-c/auroranova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-5851348639519065948</id><published>2008-01-06T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:16:41.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novo ou velho'/><title type='text'>Ano Novo, Vida Nova?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4anAxIAa-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bfE7NsaCLqI/s1600-h/mundoblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153990455200869346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4anAxIAa-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bfE7NsaCLqI/s200/mundoblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O ano findou, dizemos que é velho&lt;br /&gt;O novo chegou, saudamos com esperança&lt;br /&gt;Quantos pensamentos eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Alguns tão inocentes como de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano é novo no calendário&lt;br /&gt;Traz consigo o que é bom e o que não presta&lt;br /&gt;O nosso rodopio diário&lt;br /&gt;Será apenas o que nos resta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sim e talvez não&lt;br /&gt;Dependerá de inúmeras coisas&lt;br /&gt;De escolheres um bom caminho ou não&lt;br /&gt;Mas também do lugar onde poisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho que tem tantos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Vidas, via ou metamorfose&lt;br /&gt;Setas apontadas aos ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que apenas conhecem a pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose dos que querem possuir&lt;br /&gt;Que não olham a meios ou cuidados&lt;br /&gt;Que não vivem o sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo dos mais desgraçados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo que será de coisas velhas&lt;br /&gt;De tantas que até desconhecíamos&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos à procura de novas&lt;br /&gt;E acreditar que ainda sabíamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho está escolhido&lt;br /&gt;Cada qual percorrerá o seu&lt;br /&gt;O meu já tem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode não ser igual ao teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseio por uma vida com justiça&lt;br /&gt;Paz, amor e fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;Uma luta que está numa liça&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo contra a minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha à tua volta e diz-me o que sentes&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que riem quando estão felizes&lt;br /&gt;Mas que choram e cerram os dentes&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos de deslizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não peças um desejo para o Novo Ano&lt;br /&gt;Tenta apenas lutar por um objectivo&lt;br /&gt;Transforma o teu dia a dia insano&lt;br /&gt;Em algo forte e que sirva de motivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivo que faça a diferença&lt;br /&gt;Para ti, para mim, para o Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Entranha tal como o amor de criança&lt;br /&gt;Quando ama sua mãe lá bem no fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida nova será certamente&lt;br /&gt;Para muitos que agora nascem&lt;br /&gt;Será velha e finita igualmente&lt;br /&gt;Para quem espera que os dias passem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-5851348639519065948?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4anAxIAa-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bfE7NsaCLqI/s72-c/mundoblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593311764468646022.post-6736890716461540606</id><published>2008-01-01T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T11:57:47.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria'/><title type='text'>Avé Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R3qHeRIAayI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XONYa1QZU_U/s1600-h/senhoramae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150578077914393378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R3qHeRIAayI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XONYa1QZU_U/s320/senhoramae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria mãe de Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Mãe cheia de graça&lt;br /&gt;Maria que o amor conduz&lt;br /&gt;Com o pão e o vinho da taça&lt;br /&gt;Pão que é o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Vinho que é o sangue&lt;br /&gt;Mistério ainda infinito&lt;br /&gt;De redenção e amor&lt;br /&gt;Começa com um SIM&lt;br /&gt;Maria o pronunciou&lt;br /&gt;Seu coração O aceitou&lt;br /&gt;Seu ser o concebeu&lt;br /&gt;Nas palhinhas o pousou&lt;br /&gt;Os animais o bafejaram&lt;br /&gt;Os Reis o adoraram&lt;br /&gt;Os poderosos o odiaram&lt;br /&gt;Os humildes o acolheram&lt;br /&gt;Maria também nossa mãe&lt;br /&gt;Que nos levas a vosso filho&lt;br /&gt;Que sofreste por Ele e com Ele&lt;br /&gt;Recebe as nossas súplicas&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que não têm pão&lt;br /&gt;Roupa para se agasalhar&lt;br /&gt;Um tecto para guarida&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que não têm saúde&lt;br /&gt;E carência de instrução&lt;br /&gt;Dos que clamam por justiça&lt;br /&gt;E dos sedentos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Maria das bodas de Caná&lt;br /&gt;Que na falta do vinho assim disseste:&lt;br /&gt;"Fazei o que Ele vos disser"&lt;br /&gt;Atendei a nossa prece&lt;br /&gt;Olhai e acolhei em vosso coração&lt;br /&gt;Tantos pobres e humildes deste mundo&lt;br /&gt;Espaço de vida, mas também de oração&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de um ser concedido&lt;br /&gt;Vida de agruras, desditas e alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Local de passagem efémero&lt;br /&gt;Com tempo previamente marcado&lt;br /&gt;No nascer, viver e fenecer&lt;br /&gt;Que o exemplo de Jesus&lt;br /&gt;E o vosso SIM a Ele&lt;br /&gt;Sejam no caminho da cruz&lt;br /&gt;Nosso doce embalar n'Ele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-6736890716461540606?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josedusantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6736890716461540606/comments/default' 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vírgulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;princípio meio e fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Irei formar as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Das palavras vão nascer frases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Frases pequenas e grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que de tudo vão expressar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tal como o sentir da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Alegrias, tristezas e dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Melancolia, euforia e energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tudo terei para dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Em ti vou chorar pelos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Daqueles que tive e já se foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;De ti farei mensageiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quando me sentir em letargia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pedirei socorro a alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Alguém que me queira ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Das tuas linhas farei pombas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Brancas e de mil cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que levarão a minha saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Em noites de luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dos dias farei noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ás noites darei dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Com horas para descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E com tempo para eu pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pensar, meditando nas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nos dias e anos passados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;De uma vida com lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A ti confessarei meus pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mas somente os veniais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Os outros vou olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Para que nunca os saibais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E eu não os confessar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2593311764468646022-6903635220105488316?l=josedusantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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