<?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-360930271874903284</id><updated>2011-11-18T22:27:46.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Livro de escrita</title><subtitle type='html'>Palavras guardadas que agora solto ao vento</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3806705257508571517</id><published>2009-11-17T01:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:18:22.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Fechado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SwFbmTpjbiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/sxk2j1VryZE/s1600/Fechado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SwFbmTpjbiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/sxk2j1VryZE/s320/Fechado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404701741489024546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, por vezes, as palavras se fecham&lt;br /&gt;em inexplicáveis silêncios,&lt;br /&gt;amordaçando as memórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada a todos os que acompanharam o voo desta andorinha, agora de asas fechadas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-3806705257508571517?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3806705257508571517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3806705257508571517' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3806705257508571517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3806705257508571517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/11/fechado.html' title='Fechado'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SwFbmTpjbiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/sxk2j1VryZE/s72-c/Fechado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3310640685126970406</id><published>2009-10-23T00:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:58:18.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/St-OFfV02NI/AAAAAAAAAXs/v5yS05jwQYo/s1600-h/palavras01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/St-OFfV02NI/AAAAAAAAAXs/v5yS05jwQYo/s320/palavras01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395187103576676562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas asas são as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Espelho de mim&lt;br /&gt;mostram&lt;br /&gt;o que ninguém vê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrelaçadas nos dias&lt;br /&gt;levam-me&lt;br /&gt;por sobre áridos desertos&lt;br /&gt;ao encontro da luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-3310640685126970406?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3310640685126970406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3310640685126970406' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3310640685126970406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3310640685126970406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/10/asas.html' title='Asas'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/St-OFfV02NI/AAAAAAAAAXs/v5yS05jwQYo/s72-c/palavras01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-1044165557736397674</id><published>2009-10-14T21:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:17:17.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De olhos fechados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/StYxeLQmFeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kmaWZx0HGQw/s1600-h/Olhos+(j,Pessoa)+fotopt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/StYxeLQmFeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kmaWZx0HGQw/s320/Olhos+(j,Pessoa)+fotopt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392551998310979042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falo contigo no silêncio da casa&lt;br /&gt;de olhos fechados te vejo&lt;br /&gt;presença intocável e doce&lt;br /&gt;a quem pertencem os momentos do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-1044165557736397674?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1044165557736397674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=1044165557736397674' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1044165557736397674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1044165557736397674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-olhos-fechados.html' title='De olhos fechados'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/StYxeLQmFeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kmaWZx0HGQw/s72-c/Olhos+(j,Pessoa)+fotopt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-1472047310286705106</id><published>2009-09-24T11:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:19:52.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SrtHGuUX5RI/AAAAAAAAAXU/khcFIpQAoCQ/s1600-h/mar+-+fernando+bar%C3%A3o+-+escritas+com+luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SrtHGuUX5RI/AAAAAAAAAXU/khcFIpQAoCQ/s320/mar+-+fernando+bar%C3%A3o+-+escritas+com+luz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384975960289830162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bramido do mar, hoje, &lt;br /&gt;chega até aqui &lt;br /&gt;mesmo através da janela fechada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ondas desfazem-se&lt;br /&gt;em espuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um forte cheiro&lt;br /&gt;a maresia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mim permanece&lt;br /&gt;a nostalgia de outro mar&lt;br /&gt;... tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-1472047310286705106?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1472047310286705106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=1472047310286705106' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1472047310286705106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1472047310286705106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/09/mar.html' title='Mar'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SrtHGuUX5RI/AAAAAAAAAXU/khcFIpQAoCQ/s72-c/mar+-+fernando+bar%C3%A3o+-+escritas+com+luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5654955093486032662</id><published>2009-09-07T20:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:37:19.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SqVgV_0XMGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Z6b4U-VW7GI/s1600-h/-+marie+ancolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SqVgV_0XMGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Z6b4U-VW7GI/s320/-+marie+ancolie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378811260988502114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deslizo as mãos pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Recolho gotas&lt;br /&gt;pequenas gotas&lt;br /&gt;que guardo em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos felizes&lt;br /&gt;raios de sol&lt;br /&gt;dias sem nuvens&lt;br /&gt;presos na memória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformo passado&lt;br /&gt;em presente&lt;br /&gt;e vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liberta do meu destino   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-5654955093486032662?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5654955093486032662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5654955093486032662' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5654955093486032662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5654955093486032662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/09/gotas.html' title='Gotas'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SqVgV_0XMGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Z6b4U-VW7GI/s72-c/-+marie+ancolie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5170947945492656360</id><published>2009-07-16T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:33:18.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SlvH0_nMcII/AAAAAAAAAXE/fisKgQa7oDg/s1600-h/fogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SlvH0_nMcII/AAAAAAAAAXE/fisKgQa7oDg/s320/fogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358095894930288770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peito&lt;br /&gt;a chama de um fogo antigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;a brasa de mil promessas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;o calor da tua loucura acesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-5170947945492656360?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5170947945492656360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5170947945492656360' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5170947945492656360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5170947945492656360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/07/fogo.html' title='Fogo'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SlvH0_nMcII/AAAAAAAAAXE/fisKgQa7oDg/s72-c/fogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-232129849707059925</id><published>2009-07-04T02:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:50:32.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sk6t1o2rkmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dl_OI1Zb5c4/s1600-h/breathe+-+sophie+thouvenin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sk6t1o2rkmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dl_OI1Zb5c4/s320/breathe+-+sophie+thouvenin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354408144001536610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser o ar que tu respiras&lt;br /&gt;penetrar em ti e ficar&lt;br /&gt;dissolvido em cada célula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;força e calor&lt;br /&gt;centelha de vida&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-232129849707059925?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/232129849707059925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=232129849707059925' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/232129849707059925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/232129849707059925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/07/ar.html' title='Ar'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sk6t1o2rkmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dl_OI1Zb5c4/s72-c/breathe+-+sophie+thouvenin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3485633212804169539</id><published>2009-06-24T01:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:42:14.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SkF191YyUsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2aeX-QlUJbE/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SkF191YyUsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2aeX-QlUJbE/s400/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350687537456370370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim da terra&lt;br /&gt;onde o céu abraça o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuvem&lt;br /&gt;espuma &lt;br /&gt;gaivota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo foi feito o dia&lt;br /&gt;na secreta nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;de uma saudade que volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-3485633212804169539?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3485633212804169539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3485633212804169539' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3485633212804169539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3485633212804169539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/06/sagres.html' title='Sagres'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SkF191YyUsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2aeX-QlUJbE/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3918936618651493992</id><published>2009-06-06T16:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:25:40.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SiqGJlPBGqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TxwD1Ltw1-Y/s1600-h/4+-+Sophie+Thouvenin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SiqGJlPBGqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TxwD1Ltw1-Y/s320/4+-+Sophie+Thouvenin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344231407000558242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometi a mim mesma &lt;br /&gt;esquecer-te.&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei os versos,&lt;br /&gt;queimei as cartas, &lt;br /&gt;reduzi tudo a silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi inútil.&lt;br /&gt;Da pequena semente que restou,&lt;br /&gt;lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;pouco a pouco,&lt;br /&gt;uma nova flor desabrochou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-3918936618651493992?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3918936618651493992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3918936618651493992' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3918936618651493992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3918936618651493992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/06/flor.html' title='Flor'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SiqGJlPBGqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TxwD1Ltw1-Y/s72-c/4+-+Sophie+Thouvenin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5136427503811898792</id><published>2009-05-24T00:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:59:45.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Respirar a memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ShdHgZE2I7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/R7TW_CEVOos/s1600-h/intotheblue+-+gaylen+morgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ShdHgZE2I7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/R7TW_CEVOos/s400/intotheblue+-+gaylen+morgan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338814505083610034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri a janela&lt;br /&gt;e o mar entrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com ele veio&lt;br /&gt;a manhã de outro Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;o fogo da boca&lt;br /&gt;a sede dos dedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo adormecido&lt;br /&gt;respirou a memória&lt;br /&gt;mas não acordou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-5136427503811898792?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5136427503811898792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5136427503811898792' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5136427503811898792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5136427503811898792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/05/respirar-memoria.html' title='Respirar a memória'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ShdHgZE2I7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/R7TW_CEVOos/s72-c/intotheblue+-+gaylen+morgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7134528109805908305</id><published>2009-05-19T01:18:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:21:21.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para uma princesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sg4ETDrB1NI/AAAAAAAAAWU/rp_kyBKB1LY/s1600-h/2m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sg4ETDrB1NI/AAAAAAAAAWU/rp_kyBKB1LY/s320/2m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336207333930423506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que haja estrelas no teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;e o brilho dos cristais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas livre como o vento&lt;br /&gt;senhora do teu destino&lt;br /&gt;princesa de sonhos reais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida te conduza&lt;br /&gt;ao encontro de um futuro&lt;br /&gt;__ de beleza&lt;br /&gt;__ esperança&lt;br /&gt;__ e paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7134528109805908305?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7134528109805908305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7134528109805908305' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7134528109805908305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7134528109805908305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-uma-princesa.html' title='Para uma princesa'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sg4ETDrB1NI/AAAAAAAAAWU/rp_kyBKB1LY/s72-c/2m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6894962014265948350</id><published>2009-05-11T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:46:23.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sgb7Ucog5KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tH0-te6EzrI/s1600-h/11_Reflexos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sgb7Ucog5KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tH0-te6EzrI/s320/11_Reflexos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334227137369007266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é máquina cinzenta&lt;br /&gt;que nada trava ou detém,&lt;br /&gt;prosseguindo implacável&lt;br /&gt;com seu cortejo de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre as sombras que semeia,&lt;br /&gt;sem olhar onde ou a quem,&lt;br /&gt;brilham como leves reflexos&lt;br /&gt;a Esperança e o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-6894962014265948350?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6894962014265948350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6894962014265948350' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6894962014265948350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6894962014265948350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflexos.html' title='Reflexos'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sgb7Ucog5KI/AAAAAAAAAWM/tH0-te6EzrI/s72-c/11_Reflexos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-9166608395862300051</id><published>2009-05-07T00:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:34:35.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arco-íris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SgIed0dVx1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/rWRoVbZs_bM/s1600-h/Olhos_Arco_iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SgIed0dVx1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/rWRoVbZs_bM/s320/Olhos_Arco_iris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332858406406834002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia serve para colorir a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei-de escrever-te um poema com todas as cores do arco-íris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-9166608395862300051?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/9166608395862300051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=9166608395862300051' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/9166608395862300051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/9166608395862300051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/05/arco-iris.html' title='Arco-íris'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SgIed0dVx1I/AAAAAAAAAV0/rWRoVbZs_bM/s72-c/Olhos_Arco_iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7813129007331391103</id><published>2009-04-29T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:40:41.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SfegTDfc0vI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Sszs1-fyPfM/s1600-h/1545933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SfegTDfc0vI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Sszs1-fyPfM/s320/1545933.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329904933231448818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas uma pequena pedra da muralha&lt;br /&gt;mais um elo da imensa corrente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas contigo,&lt;br /&gt;contigo,&lt;br /&gt;e contigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temos a força da esperança&lt;br /&gt;contra o vazio do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7813129007331391103?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7813129007331391103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7813129007331391103' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7813129007331391103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7813129007331391103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/04/elos.html' title='Elos'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SfegTDfc0vI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Sszs1-fyPfM/s72-c/1545933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7534253120042055012</id><published>2009-04-23T01:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:49:57.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Se5wN90F4FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/we2iOz0fosA/s1600-h/casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Se5wN90F4FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/we2iOz0fosA/s320/casa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327318794459537490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me a ouvir a chuva&lt;br /&gt;e o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me a imaginar&lt;br /&gt;a tua voz.&lt;br /&gt;Enches a casa vazia&lt;br /&gt;e no meu peito nascem estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7534253120042055012?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7534253120042055012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7534253120042055012' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7534253120042055012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7534253120042055012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/04/imaginar.html' title='Imaginar'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Se5wN90F4FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/we2iOz0fosA/s72-c/casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7598482509829050822</id><published>2009-04-15T01:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:04:44.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SeUo85vUJEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Nr3WEnMB8As/s1600-h/boca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SeUo85vUJEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Nr3WEnMB8As/s320/boca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324707161192014914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada beijo que te não dou&lt;br /&gt;fica guardado na minha boca&lt;br /&gt;à espera do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7598482509829050822?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7598482509829050822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7598482509829050822' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7598482509829050822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7598482509829050822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/04/espera.html' title='Espera'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SeUo85vUJEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Nr3WEnMB8As/s72-c/boca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-9151904000455457668</id><published>2009-04-07T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:42:02.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SdJ5RUrOF-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LdBOaVX2DAY/s1600-h/lua+-+miguel+costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SdJ5RUrOF-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LdBOaVX2DAY/s320/lua+-+miguel+costa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319447448392701922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria levar-te a lua&lt;br /&gt;tão cheia de promessas,&lt;br /&gt;o reflexo do mar,&lt;br /&gt;o silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;a beleza desta noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria trazer-te&lt;br /&gt;e não mais te deixar partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-9151904000455457668?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/9151904000455457668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=9151904000455457668' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/9151904000455457668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/9151904000455457668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/04/desejos.html' title='Desejos'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SdJ5RUrOF-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LdBOaVX2DAY/s72-c/lua+-+miguel+costa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3904109772731675612</id><published>2009-03-30T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:38:50.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sc7H06EtsyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mKFozrEGkWg/s1600-h/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sc7H06EtsyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mKFozrEGkWg/s320/vento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318407921727288098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passaste como uma rajada,&lt;br /&gt;intenso, tão forte e fugaz.&lt;br /&gt;Para onde te levou o vento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ti persiste a memória,&lt;br /&gt;imagem que não se desfaz.&lt;br /&gt;Livre como o pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-3904109772731675612?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3904109772731675612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3904109772731675612' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3904109772731675612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3904109772731675612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/03/memoria.html' title='Memória'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/Sc7H06EtsyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mKFozrEGkWg/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-8008233482767045336</id><published>2009-03-19T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:48:47.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Neblina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ScIfqpRbTII/AAAAAAAAAUc/CfZ13qkNpes/s1600-h/AAEO001005_22_28~Blue-Fog-and-Jetty-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314845327744519298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ScIfqpRbTII/AAAAAAAAAUc/CfZ13qkNpes/s320/AAEO001005_22_28~Blue-Fog-and-Jetty-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando em neblina&lt;br /&gt;se escondem os dias&lt;br /&gt;e do mar&lt;br /&gt;se perde o rumor&lt;br /&gt;fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;enrolo-me em mim&lt;br /&gt;e espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-8008233482767045336?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/8008233482767045336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=8008233482767045336' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8008233482767045336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8008233482767045336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/03/neblina.html' title='Neblina'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ScIfqpRbTII/AAAAAAAAAUc/CfZ13qkNpes/s72-c/AAEO001005_22_28~Blue-Fog-and-Jetty-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3069910475658095594</id><published>2009-03-11T13:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:42:00.082Z</updated><title type='text'>Fica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SbXSCCHomKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4wUuJ81gcfY/s1600-h/gaivota2+-+pedro+ferreira+-+olhares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382267923830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SbXSCCHomKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4wUuJ81gcfY/s320/gaivota2+-+pedro+ferreira+-+olhares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sol brilha&lt;br /&gt;e a manhã se espreguiça&lt;br /&gt;devagar&lt;br /&gt;em prenúncio de primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque o mar continua azul&lt;br /&gt;e há velas no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;leves como voo de gaivotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abro os olhos&lt;br /&gt;estendo as mãos&lt;br /&gt;e peço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-3069910475658095594?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3069910475658095594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3069910475658095594' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3069910475658095594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3069910475658095594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/03/fica.html' title='Fica!'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SbXSCCHomKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4wUuJ81gcfY/s72-c/gaivota2+-+pedro+ferreira+-+olhares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5573749245396399580</id><published>2009-03-01T01:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:12:04.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SangDbFZZFI/AAAAAAAAASs/JM2X1uXijdw/s1600-h/noite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308019985247462482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SangDbFZZFI/AAAAAAAAASs/JM2X1uXijdw/s400/noite2.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;div&gt;Devagar vou voltando a ser eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como só aqui o sei ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouvindo a música das ondas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixando escorregar a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só aqui te sinto assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha única companhia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;única estrela do meu céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-5573749245396399580?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5573749245396399580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5573749245396399580' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5573749245396399580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5573749245396399580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/02/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SangDbFZZFI/AAAAAAAAASs/JM2X1uXijdw/s72-c/noite2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5270961192974165403</id><published>2009-02-20T01:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:22:22.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SZcgTICQrQI/AAAAAAAAASc/O_Zg0ytQiEw/s1600-h/2075531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302742599198616834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SZcgTICQrQI/AAAAAAAAASc/O_Zg0ytQiEw/s400/2075531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho em mim a memória do teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o calor da tua boca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a doçura das mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São marcas indeléveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém as pode apagar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem tu, nem mesmo eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi amor o que me deste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que importa o nome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se foi vida e ainda subsiste?&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-5270961192974165403?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5270961192974165403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5270961192974165403' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5270961192974165403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5270961192974165403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SZcgTICQrQI/AAAAAAAAASc/O_Zg0ytQiEw/s72-c/2075531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7113311340111070652</id><published>2009-02-10T16:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:46:16.521Z</updated><title type='text'>Brilhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SY47e_WXE9I/AAAAAAAAASM/Bk_sBIVuR1Q/s1600-h/clouds+-+lazzlo+illes+-+fotocomunity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300239215048987602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SY47e_WXE9I/AAAAAAAAASM/Bk_sBIVuR1Q/s400/clouds+-+lazzlo+illes+-+fotocomunity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Através das sombras&lt;br /&gt;há brilhos que teimam em sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;pequenos reflexos de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinto-os quando te sei comigo, apesar de todas as distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7113311340111070652?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7113311340111070652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7113311340111070652' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7113311340111070652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7113311340111070652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/02/brilhos.html' title='Brilhos'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SY47e_WXE9I/AAAAAAAAASM/Bk_sBIVuR1Q/s72-c/clouds+-+lazzlo+illes+-+fotocomunity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-8119454851598013756</id><published>2009-02-03T16:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:51:27.055Z</updated><title type='text'>Nascente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SYeoAixaKYI/AAAAAAAAASE/qXb8U2h8mHw/s1600-h/Forest+waterfall+-+Daniel+Hasselberg+-+onexposure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298388213912185218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SYeoAixaKYI/AAAAAAAAASE/qXb8U2h8mHw/s400/Forest+waterfall+-+Daniel+Hasselberg+-+onexposure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É nos teus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que a ternura se espraia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e nos teus dedos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que o afago se constrói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É junto a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a nascente de um rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde a vida se torna força&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É em ti que existo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e só por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-8119454851598013756?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/8119454851598013756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=8119454851598013756' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8119454851598013756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8119454851598013756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/02/nascente.html' title='Nascente'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SYeoAixaKYI/AAAAAAAAASE/qXb8U2h8mHw/s72-c/Forest+waterfall+-+Daniel+Hasselberg+-+onexposure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-289105566175370329</id><published>2009-01-28T00:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:38:44.779Z</updated><title type='text'>Nos teus olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SX5rtI3SsmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/s4UwiNsgOKo/s1600-h/mar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295788635051962978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SX5rtI3SsmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/s4UwiNsgOKo/s400/mar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há nos teus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um recomeço do mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma promessa de madrugada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só em ti o dia se ilumina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;azul, límpido, brilhante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o mar renasce em cada onda&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-289105566175370329?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/289105566175370329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=289105566175370329' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/289105566175370329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/289105566175370329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/01/nos-teus-olhos.html' title='Nos teus olhos'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SX5rtI3SsmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/s4UwiNsgOKo/s72-c/mar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6269559827917777536</id><published>2009-01-22T13:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:22:58.487Z</updated><title type='text'>Incondicional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SXhyCwBXOFI/AAAAAAAAARU/jMo0JEhJM2Q/s1600-h/estrada+larga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294106753549940818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SXhyCwBXOFI/AAAAAAAAARU/jMo0JEhJM2Q/s400/estrada+larga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino o carro a devorar quilómetros a caminho do sul, os teus olhos com fome de mar, algum cansaço e a necessidade de uma pausa.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que as palavras que envio podem não fazer sentido, agora que as rotinas foram quebradas.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo sem saber da aceitação, nem esperar resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo porque te quero bem , e tal como te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-6269559827917777536?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6269559827917777536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6269559827917777536' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6269559827917777536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6269559827917777536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/01/incondicional.html' title='Incondicional'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SXhyCwBXOFI/AAAAAAAAARU/jMo0JEhJM2Q/s72-c/estrada+larga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5377705931905618440</id><published>2009-01-18T12:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:13:24.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Fronteira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SXMb_1lFJYI/AAAAAAAAARM/Vwl2wHY_msY/s1600-h/140712462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292604770618779010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SXMb_1lFJYI/AAAAAAAAARM/Vwl2wHY_msY/s400/140712462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro a janela, e por ela entra a manhã, o ar leve e o canto do melro que habita os canaviais.&lt;br /&gt;Do mar sobe uma bruma suave que fica a pairar.&lt;br /&gt;Atravesso a fronteira entre o sono e o sonho e desenho-te a meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Nada há mais triste que a tua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-5377705931905618440?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5377705931905618440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5377705931905618440' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5377705931905618440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5377705931905618440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/01/fronteira.html' title='Fronteira'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SXMb_1lFJYI/AAAAAAAAARM/Vwl2wHY_msY/s72-c/140712462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-4015036259427853664</id><published>2009-01-11T01:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:56:22.671Z</updated><title type='text'>Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SWlQRd8XfrI/AAAAAAAAARE/hA7d8ZviZXU/s1600-h/aromas++-mar+e+mar+e+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289847498349182642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SWlQRd8XfrI/AAAAAAAAARE/hA7d8ZviZXU/s400/aromas++-mar+e+mar+e+mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O azul do mar é o mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tanto aí como aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a leveza da espuma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o apelo de grandeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a vertigem de infinito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;são os mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos juntos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu e eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando, apesar da distância,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as nossas palavras se abraçam.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-4015036259427853664?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4015036259427853664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=4015036259427853664' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4015036259427853664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4015036259427853664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2009/01/juntos.html' title='Juntos'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SWlQRd8XfrI/AAAAAAAAARE/hA7d8ZviZXU/s72-c/aromas++-mar+e+mar+e+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5639410424904024255</id><published>2008-12-21T11:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:20:18.138Z</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SU4lxAURFEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/I2mM6dkdvcY/s1600-h/Ice_Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282200936780993602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SU4lxAURFEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/I2mM6dkdvcY/s400/Ice_Tree.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;Que a alegria e a paz do Natal se prolonguem por todo o novo ano que se aproxima.&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOAS FESTAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&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/360930271874903284-5639410424904024255?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5639410424904024255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5639410424904024255' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5639410424904024255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5639410424904024255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SU4lxAURFEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/I2mM6dkdvcY/s72-c/Ice_Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-730967055138247154</id><published>2008-12-13T01:39:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:42:20.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SUGzC5xdyjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6Jf4xAKXWz0/s1600-h/reach+out+-+simona+andrei+-+onexposure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278697100704336434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SUGzC5xdyjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6Jf4xAKXWz0/s400/reach+out+-+simona+andrei+-+onexposure.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;Quando a ausência se acende&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e os dedos só afagam solidão, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bebo as palavras que chegam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estrelas no deserto da noite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iluminando a imensa escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-730967055138247154?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/730967055138247154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=730967055138247154' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/730967055138247154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/730967055138247154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/12/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SUGzC5xdyjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6Jf4xAKXWz0/s72-c/reach+out+-+simona+andrei+-+onexposure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-2573970006612770744</id><published>2008-12-09T11:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:37:38.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ST3JQ2ufntI/AAAAAAAAAQs/J4gvlZ1Cyew/s1600-h/azul+-+gaylen+morgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277595629753704146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ST3JQ2ufntI/AAAAAAAAAQs/J4gvlZ1Cyew/s320/azul+-+gaylen+morgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mergulhar no azul infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inebriar-me na vertigem da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e afogar-me em ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-2573970006612770744?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2573970006612770744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=2573970006612770744' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2573970006612770744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2573970006612770744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/12/azul.html' title='Azul'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/ST3JQ2ufntI/AAAAAAAAAQs/J4gvlZ1Cyew/s72-c/azul+-+gaylen+morgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7497164918638628894</id><published>2008-12-05T16:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:03:43.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/STlQIOyuJXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/j24i_xPK1RM/s1600-h/searching+-+dave+nitsche+-+onexposure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276336540781258098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/STlQIOyuJXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/j24i_xPK1RM/s320/searching+-+dave+nitsche+-+onexposure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo aprendi que tenho asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e posso voar mesmo através de nuvens cinzentas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendi que as palavras aprisionadas na garganta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se podem soltar e voar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;livres, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao encontro de outras palavras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se pode cantar mesmo na noite mais escura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contigo aprendi ainda mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que os olhos podem ter a cor da ternura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e os beijos o sabor da loucura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que o amor é isto que se dá, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem exigir nada em troca.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7497164918638628894?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7497164918638628894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7497164918638628894' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7497164918638628894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7497164918638628894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/12/contigo.html' title='Contigo'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/STlQIOyuJXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/j24i_xPK1RM/s72-c/searching+-+dave+nitsche+-+onexposure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6446502700537281300</id><published>2008-11-25T01:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:35:11.021Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SSoJ0a7_z_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/v_xUHG6bamA/s1600-h/Imagem3+pps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272037109979402226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SSoJ0a7_z_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/v_xUHG6bamA/s320/Imagem3+pps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Talvez a solidão meça tanto como a companhia"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... porque na solidão te sinto e te ouço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te recordo e te sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e na solidão me acompanhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-6446502700537281300?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6446502700537281300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6446502700537281300' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6446502700537281300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6446502700537281300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/11/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SSoJ0a7_z_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/v_xUHG6bamA/s72-c/Imagem3+pps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7019374160565862623</id><published>2008-11-21T01:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:30:30.418Z</updated><title type='text'>Dúvida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SSYORNAnHJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jPQEh9_GE6c/s1600-h/sea04+-+raquel+costa+-+insensatez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270916102596533394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SSYORNAnHJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jPQEh9_GE6c/s320/sea04+-+raquel+costa+-+insensatez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deitada na areia, vejo passar por cima de mim as nuvens brancas esfarrapadas. O azul do céu mantém-se imóvel. Há uma leve brisa que agita o ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sozinha, imagino os teus passos e deixo-me envolver por uma estranha sensação de paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será isto a felicidade?&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7019374160565862623?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7019374160565862623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7019374160565862623' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7019374160565862623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7019374160565862623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/11/dvida.html' title='Dúvida'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SSYORNAnHJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jPQEh9_GE6c/s72-c/sea04+-+raquel+costa+-+insensatez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6637530688308906279</id><published>2008-11-12T01:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:18:04.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SReCyw_T89I/AAAAAAAAANU/XF3HQW3eiIg/s1600-h/Deserto+-+lannaronca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266822097888605138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SReCyw_T89I/AAAAAAAAANU/XF3HQW3eiIg/s320/Deserto+-+lannaronca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordo para um dia diferente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pleno de promessas e sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seguro a tua mão e trago-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atravessando o deserto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iremos em busca de oásis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que só nós conhecemos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do doce sabor das tâmaras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-6637530688308906279?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6637530688308906279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6637530688308906279' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6637530688308906279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6637530688308906279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/11/busca.html' title='Busca'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SReCyw_T89I/AAAAAAAAANU/XF3HQW3eiIg/s72-c/Deserto+-+lannaronca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-782164337391076428</id><published>2008-11-06T02:16:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:21:45.158Z</updated><title type='text'>Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SRJYNDWcnfI/AAAAAAAAANM/hEdq_fLofq0/s1600-h/Marrocos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265367895610531314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SRJYNDWcnfI/AAAAAAAAANM/hEdq_fLofq0/s320/Marrocos.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;Vem, comigo, perder-te nas ruelas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;descobrir os cheiros e as cores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encontrar-te na magia dos souks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;À noite, dormiremos sob as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao som do murmúrio das fontes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A viagem será a nossa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginada, mas real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-782164337391076428?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/782164337391076428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=782164337391076428' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/782164337391076428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/782164337391076428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/11/convite.html' title='Convite'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SRJYNDWcnfI/AAAAAAAAANM/hEdq_fLofq0/s72-c/Marrocos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3476431713191850058</id><published>2008-10-30T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:01:34.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Percurso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SQcxhGobPkI/AAAAAAAAANE/j69dJ6uw6PI/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262229134391328322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SQcxhGobPkI/AAAAAAAAANE/j69dJ6uw6PI/s320/caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Talvez esperar faça parte do percurso mais rápido"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diego Martínez Lora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperei por ti toda a minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando chegaste, soube que és tu o sentido para a minha existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que partiste, que fazer dos dias que restam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-3476431713191850058?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3476431713191850058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3476431713191850058' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3476431713191850058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3476431713191850058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/10/percurso.html' title='Percurso'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SQcxhGobPkI/AAAAAAAAANE/j69dJ6uw6PI/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-1384878321480203827</id><published>2008-10-25T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:04:57.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui ver o mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SQJ-Gu2GUOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xkM_jENWxEQ/s1600-h/mar+(ricardo+cordeiro)+1000+images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260905968841412834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SQJ-Gu2GUOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xkM_jENWxEQ/s320/mar+(ricardo+cordeiro)+1000+images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de ter estado contigo, fui ver o mar, essa imensidão só comparável aquilo que sinto quando estamos juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Falei-lhe de ti. Disse-lhe que, de cada vez que chego, é sempre como se fosse a primeira. A mesma surpresa, o mesmo encantamento, a mesma dificuldade em voltar a afastar-me de ti. Sempre a mesma sensação de me encontrar fora do mundo. Mesmo sem te tocar, te sinto em todas as células do corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que o mar me entendeu. Agora, já posso ir para casa e entrar nas coisas comuns.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-1384878321480203827?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1384878321480203827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=1384878321480203827' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1384878321480203827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1384878321480203827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/10/fui-ver-o-mar.html' title='Fui ver o mar'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SQJ-Gu2GUOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xkM_jENWxEQ/s72-c/mar+(ricardo+cordeiro)+1000+images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7205411214491059733</id><published>2008-10-21T01:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:49:41.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O nosso tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SPzR5Ih8p6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/i4aWjaJc_1k/s1600-h/relogios+(pedro+lima)+fotopt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309244334516130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SPzR5Ih8p6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/i4aWjaJc_1k/s320/relogios+(pedro+lima)+fotopt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O relógio, que me deste no dia do nosso primeiro beijo, parou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando mo puzeste no pulso, olhei-te e disse... " Todo o meu tempo será teu".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O relógio passou a bater ao ritmo do meu coração. Acelerado quando voava ao teu encontro, sereno quando, abraçados, víamos o pôr-do-sol, lento e triste quando nos afastávamos um do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marcou todos os nossos momentos de felicidade e até as ausências em que estavas sempre presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há dias, quando te disse sentir a falta do teu carinho e recebi em troca um longo silêncio culpado, algo se partiu dentro de mim e o meu coração parou. Nesse dia o relógio parou tambem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dizem que as pilhas se gastaram. Não acredito. Receio que tenha sido o nosso tempo que terminou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-7205411214491059733?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7205411214491059733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7205411214491059733' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7205411214491059733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7205411214491059733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-nosso-tempo.html' title='O nosso tempo'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SPzR5Ih8p6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/i4aWjaJc_1k/s72-c/relogios+(pedro+lima)+fotopt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6715900666775449465</id><published>2008-10-17T01:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:02:28.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SPfj-U8rJYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Q_03wzjXEEo/s1600-h/1356451287_4b7718e461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257921749892932994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SPfj-U8rJYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Q_03wzjXEEo/s320/1356451287_4b7718e461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser o fumo do teu cigarro &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;penetrar na tua boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;permanecer em ti como um travo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-6715900666775449465?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6715900666775449465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6715900666775449465' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6715900666775449465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6715900666775449465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/10/fumo.html' title='Fumo'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SPfj-U8rJYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Q_03wzjXEEo/s72-c/1356451287_4b7718e461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-621751701008027961</id><published>2008-10-08T00:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:30:09.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando se sonha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SOvwAGzg31I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kXZqDK6l6GU/s1600-h/gaivotas+na+ericeira+(lobo+marinho)+fotopt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254557274875158354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SOvwAGzg31I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kXZqDK6l6GU/s320/gaivotas+na+ericeira+(lobo+marinho)+fotopt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se sonha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e no sonho se voa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando as asas das gaivotas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;são navios que cruzam oceanos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando no azul do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se esconde o sol e a luz da lua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada mais importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só o sonho transforma tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até o silêncio e a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do cerrar de uma porta.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-621751701008027961?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/621751701008027961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=621751701008027961' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/621751701008027961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/621751701008027961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-se-sonha.html' title='Quando se sonha'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SOvwAGzg31I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kXZqDK6l6GU/s72-c/gaivotas+na+ericeira+(lobo+marinho)+fotopt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-531831847958909459</id><published>2008-10-02T14:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:00:21.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incerteza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SOLSepmT7sI/AAAAAAAAAME/3-0g0NrIWrY/s1600-h/gazillion%2520ripples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251991539471871682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SOLSepmT7sI/AAAAAAAAAME/3-0g0NrIWrY/s320/gazillion%2520ripples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos dias felizes de outrora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teci uma manta azul de memórias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viagens imaginadas que nunca fizémos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tardes serenas junto ao mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o brilho nos olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guardei-a, dobrada, em gavetas de cristal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como tesouro intocável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois, abri a janela ao luar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às límpidas manhãs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aos poentes dourados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melro voltou a cantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos arbustos do jardim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da encosta avisto novos horizontes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de contornos ainda indefinidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E julgo que sobrevivi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-531831847958909459?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/531831847958909459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=531831847958909459' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/531831847958909459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/531831847958909459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/10/incerteza.html' title='Incerteza'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SOLSepmT7sI/AAAAAAAAAME/3-0g0NrIWrY/s72-c/gazillion%2520ripples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6754049474402895025</id><published>2008-09-29T01:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:26:11.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Réstia de luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNpRBfeHnTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lVxgU3hIBsI/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249597401723280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNpRBfeHnTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lVxgU3hIBsI/s320/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desfeita que foi a teia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdidos todos os laços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recordo em silêncio profundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sabor dos teus abraços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na noite que me envolve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imóvel, sem respirar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;espero o nascer do dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aguardo um novo mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-6754049474402895025?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6754049474402895025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6754049474402895025' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6754049474402895025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6754049474402895025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/09/rstea-de-luz.html' title='Réstia de luz'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNpRBfeHnTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/lVxgU3hIBsI/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5234840196951128112</id><published>2008-09-22T20:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:42:34.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia destes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNfyevMw_pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6o6bFOgtrHg/s1600-h/amp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248930500603608722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNfyevMw_pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6o6bFOgtrHg/s320/amp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia destes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouvirás a minha voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não saberás quem fala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;um dia destes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com tempo, perceberei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que o nosso tempo terminou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;um dia destes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada palavra tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terá o sabor da despedida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;um dia destes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-5234840196951128112?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5234840196951128112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5234840196951128112' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5234840196951128112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5234840196951128112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-dia-destes.html' title='Um dia destes'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNfyevMw_pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6o6bFOgtrHg/s72-c/amp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-4355749782587694493</id><published>2008-09-18T10:47:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:59:35.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNIkUJCEZlI/AAAAAAAAALs/xbFs20H_hAU/s1600-h/azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247296444280628818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNIkUJCEZlI/AAAAAAAAALs/xbFs20H_hAU/s320/azul.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;Pensando que te vou ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encho de sonhos os braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acendo os meus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apago em mim os cansaços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;espalho rimas no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recolho versos e danças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esqueço a nuvem escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lembro frescas madrugadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adormeço dúvidas, incerteza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acordo as minhas esperanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silencio trovoadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abro a alma à ternura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cerro os olhos da tristeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensando que te vou ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pinto o céu azul de poemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escrevo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;em letras tristes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elevo-me no infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... e descubro que não existes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-4355749782587694493?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4355749782587694493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=4355749782587694493' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4355749782587694493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4355749782587694493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/09/pensando.html' title='Pensando'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SNIkUJCEZlI/AAAAAAAAALs/xbFs20H_hAU/s72-c/azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-4592662292531739331</id><published>2008-09-14T13:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:34:18.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inútil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SM0CuGMSJZI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZzyTjNzzVro/s1600-h/vazio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852131915867538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SM0CuGMSJZI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZzyTjNzzVro/s320/vazio.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inútil, vazio, oco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim está o meu peito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cada dia que passa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cada sonho desfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdi o norte, a esperança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma andorinha sem asas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto crescer as raízes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me prendem, asfixiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e me queimam como brasas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vejo, nem posso ouvir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Das sombras que me rodeiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é impossível fugir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que existem outros mundos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que há locais onde o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continua a brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e os pássaros chilreiam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas aqui, onde me encontro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os silêncios são profundos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inútil, vazio, oco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim está o meu peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não encontro solução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No deserto onde me deito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;está desfeita a ilusão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só me resta um grito rouco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estás, meu coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão vazio o meu peito.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-4592662292531739331?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4592662292531739331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=4592662292531739331' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4592662292531739331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4592662292531739331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/09/intil.html' title='Inútil'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SM0CuGMSJZI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZzyTjNzzVro/s72-c/vazio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5014195331778411955</id><published>2008-09-05T00:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:10:00.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema à varanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SL1Je_7thEI/AAAAAAAAALU/8OOhxiVdyYw/s1600-h/mar+tormentoso+-+fernando+bar%C3%A3o+-+escritas+com+luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241426338235909186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SL1Je_7thEI/AAAAAAAAALU/8OOhxiVdyYw/s320/mar+tormentoso+-+fernando+bar%C3%A3o+-+escritas+com+luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol, o mar, o vento,&lt;br /&gt;o azul do firmamento,&lt;br /&gt;gaivota em voo leve,&lt;br /&gt;nuvem branca que se esfuma,&lt;br /&gt;ondas franjadas de espuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai para ti meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-5014195331778411955?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5014195331778411955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5014195331778411955' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5014195331778411955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5014195331778411955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/09/poema-varanda.html' title='Poema à varanda'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SL1Je_7thEI/AAAAAAAAALU/8OOhxiVdyYw/s72-c/mar+tormentoso+-+fernando+bar%C3%A3o+-+escritas+com+luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-8184520940010530891</id><published>2008-09-02T10:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:45:32.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SLsshc43GiI/AAAAAAAAALE/8xCi3_AUVmc/s1600-h/Ponte%2520no%2520nevoeiro%2520(armando%2520sousa)_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240831544577694242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SLsshc43GiI/AAAAAAAAALE/8xCi3_AUVmc/s320/Ponte%2520no%2520nevoeiro%2520(armando%2520sousa)_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era um sonho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada mais que um sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando lhe julguei tocar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esfumou-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como pode um sonho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixar uma marca tão funda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-8184520940010530891?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/8184520940010530891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=8184520940010530891' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8184520940010530891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8184520940010530891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/09/como.html' title='Como ... ?'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SLsshc43GiI/AAAAAAAAALE/8xCi3_AUVmc/s72-c/Ponte%2520no%2520nevoeiro%2520(armando%2520sousa)_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3509335458855090058</id><published>2008-08-30T02:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:02:16.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SLXuoxbc1QI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QWFiTuwEfG8/s1600-h/Dreaming+-+Liviu+Burlea+-+onexposure.net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239356125746091266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SLXuoxbc1QI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QWFiTuwEfG8/s320/Dreaming+-+Liviu+Burlea+-+onexposure.net.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta noite sonhei contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi bom voltar a ver-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-3509335458855090058?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3509335458855090058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3509335458855090058' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3509335458855090058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3509335458855090058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/08/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SLXuoxbc1QI/AAAAAAAAAK8/QWFiTuwEfG8/s72-c/Dreaming+-+Liviu+Burlea+-+onexposure.net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-4638470466528690335</id><published>2008-08-20T16:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:02:04.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SKXGHDVtTjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oOBTHauv49s/s1600-h/nevoeiro+no+porto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234807966345809458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SKXGHDVtTjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oOBTHauv49s/s320/nevoeiro+no+porto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na manhã cinzenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recordo o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;das nossas manhãs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a entrega sem reservas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os corpos pertença um do outro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a imensa paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que depois nos inundava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-4638470466528690335?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4638470466528690335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=4638470466528690335' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4638470466528690335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4638470466528690335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/08/recordar.html' title='Recordar'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SKXGHDVtTjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oOBTHauv49s/s72-c/nevoeiro+no+porto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-358405643954455444</id><published>2008-08-13T21:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:29:19.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SJxRxVQ5EvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/238xXA8esl8/s1600-h/Letras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232146775061107442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SJxRxVQ5EvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/238xXA8esl8/s320/Letras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baralho as letras do jornal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que tens à frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escolho-as depois, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma a uma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até formar a palavra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t-e-r-n-u-r-a.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-358405643954455444?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/358405643954455444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=358405643954455444' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/358405643954455444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/358405643954455444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/08/letras.html' title='Letras'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SJxRxVQ5EvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/238xXA8esl8/s72-c/Letras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-1861365614413957339</id><published>2008-08-07T00:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:44:27.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SJOm4B8bEaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KQZ2Lh4VIVk/s1600-h/czarek-papieros-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229707073832030626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SJOm4B8bEaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KQZ2Lh4VIVk/s320/czarek-papieros-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasio o teu acordar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o primeiro cigarro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o espreguiçar lento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na manhã de Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagino-me contigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o primeiro sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a ternura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os beijos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-1861365614413957339?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1861365614413957339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=1861365614413957339' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1861365614413957339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1861365614413957339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/08/imaginao.html' title='Imaginação'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SJOm4B8bEaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KQZ2Lh4VIVk/s72-c/czarek-papieros-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-2093350819057237667</id><published>2008-08-01T15:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:39:37.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gota a gota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIu7oDS9fZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DcogrzdHeR8/s1600-h/Gotas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227478089247587730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIu7oDS9fZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DcogrzdHeR8/s320/Gotas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha felicidade é vivida&lt;br /&gt;gota a gota.&lt;br /&gt;Provo-a,&lt;br /&gt;mas não a posso saborear.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho memórias e sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;De resto,&lt;br /&gt;nada é meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-2093350819057237667?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2093350819057237667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=2093350819057237667' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2093350819057237667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2093350819057237667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/08/gota-gota.html' title='Gota a gota'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIu7oDS9fZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DcogrzdHeR8/s72-c/Gotas3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-9090867678584007672</id><published>2008-07-26T15:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:18:25.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIUk484gioI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1jYhCOJ64sM/s1600-h/Pordosol+1+Miguel+Costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225623503467743874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIUk484gioI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1jYhCOJ64sM/s320/Pordosol+1+Miguel+Costa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a derradeira labareda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raio de sol no ocaso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que brilha, já não aquece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a chama que se extingue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fogueira que se apaga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vermelho feito em cinza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-9090867678584007672?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/9090867678584007672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=9090867678584007672' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/9090867678584007672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/9090867678584007672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/07/ocaso.html' title='Ocaso'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIUk484gioI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1jYhCOJ64sM/s72-c/Pordosol+1+Miguel+Costa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-72509288558312154</id><published>2008-07-22T01:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:01:42.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIKR57sR1BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PL24eGlQooc/s1600-h/horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224898942165177362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIKR57sR1BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PL24eGlQooc/s320/horizonte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um poente nublado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apenas uma risca de luz no horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ondas pequenas a morrer na praia deserta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maresia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e um enorme desejo de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/360930271874903284-72509288558312154?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/72509288558312154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=72509288558312154' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/72509288558312154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/72509288558312154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/07/horizonte.html' title='Horizonte'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SIKR57sR1BI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PL24eGlQooc/s72-c/horizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5538416501116490013</id><published>2008-07-15T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:13:16.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SHmvq02IKSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Pp865wwfHag/s1600-h/areia+-+nuno+torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222398393187838242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SHmvq02IKSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Pp865wwfHag/s320/areia+-+nuno+torres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SHmvg_ih82I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YDvLf3go4-g/s1600-h/praia+-+joao+pedro+-+escrita+com+luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enterrei os pés na areia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caminhei ao longo da espuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apanhei conchas e seixos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bebi o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encontrei-te nesta foz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que és a nascente da esperança&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-5538416501116490013?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5538416501116490013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5538416501116490013' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5538416501116490013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5538416501116490013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/07/esperana.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SHmvq02IKSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Pp865wwfHag/s72-c/areia+-+nuno+torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-2734763882732940413</id><published>2008-07-11T09:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:17:07.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SHcVOX_UfJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bbte2UCYo6w/s1600-h/deserto+-+mondadori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221665629661330578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SHcVOX_UfJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bbte2UCYo6w/s320/deserto+-+mondadori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atravesso o deserto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na miragem de um oásis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os teus braços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do leve soprar do vento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o teu sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do sabor doce das tâmaras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tua boca.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-2734763882732940413?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2734763882732940413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=2734763882732940413' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2734763882732940413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2734763882732940413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/07/deserto.html' title='Deserto'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SHcVOX_UfJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bbte2UCYo6w/s72-c/deserto+-+mondadori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-4080673414978374912</id><published>2008-07-07T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:55:43.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SGl6T4gr6SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V8L623No4Cs/s1600-h/acordares+-+sergio+pinto+-+1000+imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217836125291014434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SGl6T4gr6SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V8L623No4Cs/s320/acordares+-+sergio+pinto+-+1000+imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guarda a espuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dentro do peito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a eternidade de um momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-4080673414978374912?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4080673414978374912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=4080673414978374912' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4080673414978374912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4080673414978374912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/07/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SGl6T4gr6SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V8L623No4Cs/s72-c/acordares+-+sergio+pinto+-+1000+imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5601103621658819742</id><published>2008-06-30T20:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:31:36.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaivota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SGA0Jr9BpbI/AAAAAAAAAII/EVsvJirJneE/s1600-h/gaivota2+-+pedro+ferreira+-+olhares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215225709517186482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SGA0Jr9BpbI/AAAAAAAAAII/EVsvJirJneE/s320/gaivota2+-+pedro+ferreira+-+olhares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frente ao mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sobrevoando rochedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sou gaivota solitária&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empurrada pelo vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;procurando o equilíbrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... a ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-5601103621658819742?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5601103621658819742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5601103621658819742' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5601103621658819742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5601103621658819742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/06/gaivota.html' title='Gaivota'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SGA0Jr9BpbI/AAAAAAAAAII/EVsvJirJneE/s72-c/gaivota2+-+pedro+ferreira+-+olhares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-472571827590450848</id><published>2008-06-22T18:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:29:16.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À nossa hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SF2X5tB0rsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j6VCnXB1_hg/s1600-h/a+nossa+hora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214490961160482498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SF2X5tB0rsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j6VCnXB1_hg/s320/a+nossa+hora.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;Céu e mar fundidos na linha do horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;traineira solitária na imensidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gaivotas em voo leve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tua presença... sonhada.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-472571827590450848?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/472571827590450848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=472571827590450848' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/472571827590450848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/472571827590450848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/06/nossa-hora.html' title='À nossa hora'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SF2X5tB0rsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j6VCnXB1_hg/s72-c/a+nossa+hora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5880452602178537508</id><published>2008-06-16T22:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:57:35.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SFW8linJGqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PyUz9l_qTPU/s1600-h/Gaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212279496883378850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SFW8linJGqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PyUz9l_qTPU/s320/Gaia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construímos uma ponte. Entre duas margens, a realidade e o sonho, ela é a possibilidade do impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-5880452602178537508?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5880452602178537508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5880452602178537508' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5880452602178537508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5880452602178537508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/06/ponte.html' title='Ponte'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SFW8linJGqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PyUz9l_qTPU/s72-c/Gaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3821508451171840329</id><published>2008-06-14T00:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:29:14.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SFMBt0j1qxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JaUXmB3WJQY/s1600-h/cama+vazia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211511080512498450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SFMBt0j1qxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JaUXmB3WJQY/s320/cama+vazia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Encontro beijos teus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;espalhados na almofada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recolho-os &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;na palma da mão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guardo-os&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nas dobras da memória.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adormeço&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;abraçada a eles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... a ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-3821508451171840329?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3821508451171840329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3821508451171840329' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3821508451171840329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3821508451171840329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/06/memria.html' title='Memória'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SFMBt0j1qxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JaUXmB3WJQY/s72-c/cama+vazia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7827250432537450678</id><published>2008-06-10T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:47:53.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SE19EUTJCCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XANVrn8NPOY/s1600-h/bruma+-+claudi+-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957857059473442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SE19EUTJCCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XANVrn8NPOY/s320/bruma+-+claudi+-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não sentir o sol em dias de nevoeiro,&lt;br /&gt;quando for à praia e não vir o mar,&lt;br /&gt;quando não ouvir o melro que canta no meu jardim,&lt;br /&gt;quando não souber o sabor dos morangos,&lt;br /&gt;quando os livros permanecerem fechados,&lt;br /&gt;quando esquecer o brilho do olhar das crianças,&lt;br /&gt;quando pensar que não tenho asas,&lt;br /&gt;quando não sorrir ao pensar em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então a vida terá chegado ao fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7827250432537450678?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7827250432537450678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7827250432537450678' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7827250432537450678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7827250432537450678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/06/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SE19EUTJCCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XANVrn8NPOY/s72-c/bruma+-+claudi+-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-931192391285459259</id><published>2008-06-06T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:42:07.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SEEcP0m3IFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qdbhNm-i0Oc/s1600-h/Frescura+(Rita+Jaques).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206473702362259538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SEEcP0m3IFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qdbhNm-i0Oc/s320/Frescura+(Rita+Jaques).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atravesso a tempestade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com olhos de arco-íris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no meio do aguaceiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abrigo-me nos teus braços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oásis de ternura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;descubro girassóis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no limiar da esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abro janelas de paz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;percorro o horizonte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouço o cantar do melro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos rios que me percorrem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;és tu a fonte.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-931192391285459259?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/931192391285459259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=931192391285459259' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/931192391285459259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/931192391285459259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/06/fonte.html' title='Fonte'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SEEcP0m3IFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qdbhNm-i0Oc/s72-c/Frescura+(Rita+Jaques).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-8254293383923226359</id><published>2008-05-26T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:06:10.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se quiseres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SC4uQmcvkjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OrqlC2xOwEY/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o+-+maria+cristina+oliveira+-+escrita+com+luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201145482393391666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SC4uQmcvkjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OrqlC2xOwEY/s320/abra%C3%A7o+-+maria+cristina+oliveira+-+escrita+com+luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se puderes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vem ter comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;traz os beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;levo os meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faz-se a festa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos teus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esqueço sombras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e cansaços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se quiseres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-8254293383923226359?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/8254293383923226359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=8254293383923226359' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8254293383923226359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8254293383923226359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/05/se-quiseres.html' title='Se quiseres...'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SC4uQmcvkjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OrqlC2xOwEY/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o+-+maria+cristina+oliveira+-+escrita+com+luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6911518392297488873</id><published>2008-05-15T02:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:56:10.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SCt6VWcvkiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/12VlnPQyPQ8/s1600-h/breathe+-+sophie+thouvenin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200384701951349282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SCt6VWcvkiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/12VlnPQyPQ8/s320/breathe+-+sophie+thouvenin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando chegaste, dormia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sono triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sono só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na ilusão que trazias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu, acordada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sonhei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-6911518392297488873?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6911518392297488873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6911518392297488873' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6911518392297488873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6911518392297488873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/05/s.html' title='Só'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SCt6VWcvkiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/12VlnPQyPQ8/s72-c/breathe+-+sophie+thouvenin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-1065168991453703119</id><published>2008-05-09T01:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:50:24.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SCLhoRv-PiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IvScoY1G6LA/s1600-h/birds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197965002014604834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SCLhoRv-PiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IvScoY1G6LA/s320/birds2.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;Redescubro o brilho das estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o rumor do vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o aroma do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retomo as minhas asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixo-me envolver em tons de esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voo&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-1065168991453703119?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1065168991453703119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=1065168991453703119' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1065168991453703119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1065168991453703119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/05/voo.html' title='Voo'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SCLhoRv-PiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IvScoY1G6LA/s72-c/birds2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7886041046271078493</id><published>2008-05-01T02:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T02:36:47.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SBR0h4lDerI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q3dL9ZeyU1U/s1600-h/dream+-+fuzun+ozler+-+fotocomunity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193904395737332402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SBR0h4lDerI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q3dL9ZeyU1U/s320/dream+-+fuzun+ozler+-+fotocomunity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é o único permitido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;olhos fechados sem ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mãos que não podem tocar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proíbido está o cheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem língua para provar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdidos os meus sentidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e mesmo assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentir.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7886041046271078493?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7886041046271078493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7886041046271078493' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7886041046271078493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7886041046271078493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/05/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SBR0h4lDerI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Q3dL9ZeyU1U/s72-c/dream+-+fuzun+ozler+-+fotocomunity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7694771872757454884</id><published>2008-04-25T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:27:07.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SA50w4lDepI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xPjrueSAjG4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192215803575106194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SA50w4lDepI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xPjrueSAjG4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dá-me a tua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e voa comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até ao fim do horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde os dias são claros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e as noites com luar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamo por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cerro os olhos para te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encontro-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;és a minha companhia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me deixes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fantasia.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-7694771872757454884?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7694771872757454884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7694771872757454884' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7694771872757454884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7694771872757454884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/04/fantasia.html' title='Fantasia'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SA50w4lDepI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xPjrueSAjG4/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-2966004910655977550</id><published>2008-04-19T00:28:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:13:11.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SAU9LiRd5DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ODVsdQuyQAE/s1600-h/Deserto+-+lannaronca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189621414002287666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SAU9LiRd5DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ODVsdQuyQAE/s320/Deserto+-+lannaronca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordo-te com poemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acaricio-te em sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijo-te.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;povoas os meus desertos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iluminas as sombras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqueces este inverno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só tu.&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;/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;/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;/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;/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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-2966004910655977550?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2966004910655977550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=2966004910655977550' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2966004910655977550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2966004910655977550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-tu.html' title='Só tu'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/SAU9LiRd5DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ODVsdQuyQAE/s72-c/Deserto+-+lannaronca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6793023945878107252</id><published>2008-04-09T14:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:58:16.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R_zKROMktYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6Q2HeepsB-g/s1600-h/A+caminho+do+mar+-+vertigo+-+fotopt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187243268041389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R_zKROMktYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6Q2HeepsB-g/s320/A+caminho+do+mar+-+vertigo+-+fotopt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Parte, sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;A viagem, longa ou breve,&lt;br /&gt;tem de ser apenas tua,&lt;br /&gt;não esperes companhia,&lt;br /&gt;leva contigo a lua,&lt;br /&gt;manto de fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Parte!&lt;br /&gt;Com passo leve,&lt;br /&gt;devagar,&lt;br /&gt;procura o teu espaço,&lt;br /&gt;escolhe tu a cor do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Segue!&lt;br /&gt;Guiada pelas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;descobre a luz que há em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Vai!&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é teu,&lt;br /&gt;é preciso acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-6793023945878107252?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6793023945878107252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6793023945878107252' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6793023945878107252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6793023945878107252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/04/parte.html' title='Parte!'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R_zKROMktYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6Q2HeepsB-g/s72-c/A+caminho+do+mar+-+vertigo+-+fotopt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7329092534631296875</id><published>2008-04-02T01:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:54:19.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imortalidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R_LYnuMktXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CoVPQK-wzWc/s1600-h/noiteblog0xq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184444297984128370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R_LYnuMktXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CoVPQK-wzWc/s320/noiteblog0xq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu tiver partido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fechado os olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fugido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não me procurem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reparem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estarei na gota de chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;virei no sopro do vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em cada raio de lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trazida na onda do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdida no firmamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na mais pequena flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reparem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-7329092534631296875?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7329092534631296875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7329092534631296875' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7329092534631296875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7329092534631296875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/04/imortalidade.html' title='Imortalidade'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R_LYnuMktXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CoVPQK-wzWc/s72-c/noiteblog0xq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-2059396104855765116</id><published>2008-03-25T14:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:03:04.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R9xpH7UFnyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/15evbQR_IpA/s1600-h/Beaches+-+Blue+Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178129256471174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R9xpH7UFnyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/15evbQR_IpA/s320/Beaches%2B-%2BBlue%2BSky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São tecidos de sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os dias que enfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem nuvens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem ausências&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voo leve de gaivotas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no azul-mar da ternura&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%;"&gt;Dez.2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/360930271874903284-2059396104855765116?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2059396104855765116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=2059396104855765116' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2059396104855765116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2059396104855765116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/03/ternura.html' title='Ternura'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R9xpH7UFnyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/15evbQR_IpA/s72-c/Beaches%2B-%2BBlue%2BSky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-370770114624947361</id><published>2008-03-16T00:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:13:35.737Z</updated><title type='text'>Anoitecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R9gwULUFnxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-rvkeAaJpI8/s1600-h/Farol+SPedro04+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176940894854946578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R9gwULUFnxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-rvkeAaJpI8/s320/Farol+SPedro04+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anoitece no mar, as sombras descem lentamente. Avisto o piscar de um farol distante, último baluarte antes da imensidão que se estende a meus pés. Mais perto, as luzes de algumas poucas casas e as ondas sozinhas que se desfazem na areia. No ar paira uma nostalgia que me leva até ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pela rádio, ligada, ouço os ecos de engarrafamentos citadinos, de estradas congestionadas de trânsito, o final de um dia de trabalho, a pressa de chegar a casa, o jantar para fazer, as crianças para deitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daqui, tudo isso me parece fazer parte de um planeta distante. Este local está, para mim, impregnado de uma tal paz que me parece longínquo o tempo em que eu própria me perdia nesses engarrafamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A noite caiu, já, manto escuro sobre uma terra que adormece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixo-me envolver pela serenidade desta hora e agradeço o momento que vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out.2003 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-370770114624947361?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/370770114624947361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=370770114624947361' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/370770114624947361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/370770114624947361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/03/anoitecer.html' title='Anoitecer'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R9gwULUFnxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-rvkeAaJpI8/s72-c/Farol+SPedro04+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7964821416899815210</id><published>2008-03-10T01:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:52:01.813Z</updated><title type='text'>Poema triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R8tOKjzMkKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VmXUlEIx3_Q/s1600-h/Rumo_ao_Horizonte_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173314540280778914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R8tOKjzMkKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VmXUlEIx3_Q/s320/Rumo_ao_Horizonte_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De súbito, apagaram-se as estrelas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma nuvem escondeu a lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e caiu a escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mar tornou-se cinzento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem barcos nem velas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caíram flores pelo chão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calaram-se os violinos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esfumaram-se os sonhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdeu-se mais uma ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há presente, nem futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terminou este Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero abrir os olhos, não consigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero falar, não tenho voz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estendo os braços, é em vão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;À minha volta não há ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não te encontro, não te vejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não ouço a nossa canção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Julho2003&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/360930271874903284-7964821416899815210?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7964821416899815210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7964821416899815210' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7964821416899815210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7964821416899815210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/03/poema-triste.html' title='Poema triste'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R8tOKjzMkKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VmXUlEIx3_Q/s72-c/Rumo_ao_Horizonte_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-2541026504210991249</id><published>2008-03-02T02:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:30:32.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R8dSmiqyAuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/80gZBd9TmQ8/s1600-h/Imagem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172193519153054434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R8dSmiqyAuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/80gZBd9TmQ8/s320/Imagem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ansiosamente por nada,&lt;br /&gt;seguro nas mãos o vazio,&lt;br /&gt;ouço acordes de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;dentro da alma o frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já esqueci se houve Verão,&lt;br /&gt;se as andorinhas voaram,&lt;br /&gt;o canto dos rouxinóis,&lt;br /&gt;se as estrelas brilharam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero o azul na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;um regato no deserto.&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados , pressinto&lt;br /&gt;que o horizonte está perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dez.2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-2541026504210991249?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2541026504210991249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=2541026504210991249' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2541026504210991249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2541026504210991249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/03/espera.html' title='Espera'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R8dSmiqyAuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/80gZBd9TmQ8/s72-c/Imagem6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-1952711515381250007</id><published>2008-02-23T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:46:44.818Z</updated><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7eQ8iqyAtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Qy69CV0g_ZU/s1600-h/gaivotas+(Major+morais+de+castro)+fotopt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167758467203728082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7eQ8iqyAtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Qy69CV0g_ZU/s320/gaivotas+(Major+morais+de+castro)+fotopt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os meus braços fossem algas&lt;br /&gt;feitas de espuma e de vento&lt;br /&gt;se os sonhos tivessem brilho&lt;br /&gt;e a cor e o cheiro do mar&lt;br /&gt;se o voo das gaivotas&lt;br /&gt;enchesse as madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;se eu te sentisse nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;e te pudesse tocar&lt;br /&gt;se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dez.2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-1952711515381250007?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1952711515381250007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=1952711515381250007' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1952711515381250007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1952711515381250007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/02/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7eQ8iqyAtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Qy69CV0g_ZU/s72-c/gaivotas+(Major+morais+de+castro)+fotopt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6809719105446398962</id><published>2008-02-15T00:09:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:09:06.482Z</updated><title type='text'>Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7TYbiqyAqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vEq64eek6fY/s1600-h/Onda+2+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166992640175112866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7TYbiqyAqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vEq64eek6fY/s320/Onda+2+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espuma fresca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ar lavado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pensamento a voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como gaivota perdida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuvens brancas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheiro a mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no leve soprar do vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o brilho azul da paz.&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out.2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-6809719105446398962?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6809719105446398962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6809719105446398962' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6809719105446398962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6809719105446398962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/02/vento.html' title='Vento'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7TYbiqyAqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vEq64eek6fY/s72-c/Onda+2+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-4252942444269446110</id><published>2008-02-13T02:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:17:06.175Z</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7JSDyqyApI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hViNl-OxELY/s1600-h/noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166281947641676434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7JSDyqyApI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hViNl-OxELY/s320/noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Da tempestade prevista&lt;br /&gt;nem sinais.&lt;br /&gt;Noite serena&lt;br /&gt;cheiro a mar e a pinhais.&lt;br /&gt;Da janela&lt;br /&gt;vejo estrelas a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;não há vento&lt;br /&gt;só a brisa&lt;br /&gt;nos permite respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Doce silêncio profundo&lt;br /&gt;cheio de esperanças&lt;br /&gt;e ais&lt;br /&gt;silêncio feito de vida&lt;br /&gt;silêncio cheio de paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Set.2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-4252942444269446110?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/4252942444269446110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=4252942444269446110' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4252942444269446110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/4252942444269446110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/02/noite.html' title='Noite'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R7JSDyqyApI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hViNl-OxELY/s72-c/noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-8986953927685134145</id><published>2008-02-04T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:30:58.385Z</updated><title type='text'>Brisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R6DP2kDorQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dWmJs0NAIw8/s1600-h/GaylenMorgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161353709265399042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R6DP2kDorQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dWmJs0NAIw8/s320/GaylenMorgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem saber onde me encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se te procuro ou não,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;descubro a cor do céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que existes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto basta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estejas tu onde estiveres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para eu ver nascer o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sentir a brisa leve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de uma vida a renascer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Set.2002&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/360930271874903284-8986953927685134145?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/8986953927685134145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=8986953927685134145' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8986953927685134145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8986953927685134145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/02/brisa.html' title='Brisa'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R6DP2kDorQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dWmJs0NAIw8/s72-c/GaylenMorgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-1794723386497906366</id><published>2008-01-30T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:07:33.512Z</updated><title type='text'>Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R5_F3UDorPI/AAAAAAAAACY/9mwc9-rXi5E/s1600-h/PIC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161061252057312498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R5_F3UDorPI/AAAAAAAAACY/9mwc9-rXi5E/s320/PIC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embalada pelas ondas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;embrulhada em nevoeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinto o Verão a fluir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esqueço sombras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lembro sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e volto a existir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Setembro2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/360930271874903284-1794723386497906366?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1794723386497906366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=1794723386497906366' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1794723386497906366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1794723386497906366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/01/vero.html' title='Verão'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R5_F3UDorPI/AAAAAAAAACY/9mwc9-rXi5E/s72-c/PIC_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6784315797020303777</id><published>2008-01-28T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:41:28.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R50x30DorOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iEk8uSAVzJU/s1600-h/madrugada++-+bruno+alves+--1000+imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160335582972914914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R50x30DorOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iEk8uSAVzJU/s320/madrugada++-+bruno+alves+--1000+imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No azul que amanhecia&lt;br /&gt;encontrei sinal de ti,&lt;br /&gt;procurei-te no vazio,&lt;br /&gt;tacteei os teus contornos,&lt;br /&gt;enchi os sonhos de beijos,&lt;br /&gt;acendeste os meus desejos&lt;br /&gt;e, finalmente, vivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Setembro 2002&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/360930271874903284-6784315797020303777?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6784315797020303777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6784315797020303777' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6784315797020303777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6784315797020303777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/01/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R50x30DorOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iEk8uSAVzJU/s72-c/madrugada++-+bruno+alves+--1000+imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-2843623773305190557</id><published>2008-01-14T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:53:29.521Z</updated><title type='text'>Descoberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R4VeEuYxJuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fg9e6DQPar0/s1600-h/Nuvens1+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153628783859803874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R4VeEuYxJuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fg9e6DQPar0/s320/Nuvens1+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descubro-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em cada letra que escreves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adivinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquilo que não dizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que não é visível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagino-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Através de um mar de letras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prossigo a descoberta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouço o eco do pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nas notas de um violino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tacteando no escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;descubro os teus contornos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pássaro ou nuvem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;és tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agosto2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/360930271874903284-2843623773305190557?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2843623773305190557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=2843623773305190557' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2843623773305190557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/2843623773305190557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/01/descoberta.html' title='Descoberta'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R4VeEuYxJuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fg9e6DQPar0/s72-c/Nuvens1+-+Miguel+Costa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-8033065089508873464</id><published>2008-01-09T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:47:17.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R4QuIuYxJsI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kwv9k73pMDs/s1600-h/azul11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153294601044436674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R4QuIuYxJsI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kwv9k73pMDs/s320/azul11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surpresa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azul, de novo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azul de esperança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonalidade irreal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do imenso arco-íris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De novo o fá e o sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para compor a sinfonia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ponte que liga em altura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atravessa o desalento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e conduz ao infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras que se conjugam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e soletram com sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque teima em renascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sorriso esquecido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surpresa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presente inesperado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foste tu que o trouxeste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceito-o a medo e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agosto2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/360930271874903284-8033065089508873464?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/8033065089508873464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=8033065089508873464' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8033065089508873464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8033065089508873464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/01/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R4QuIuYxJsI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kwv9k73pMDs/s72-c/azul11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7108560305602459713</id><published>2008-01-06T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:27:27.812Z</updated><title type='text'>Naufrágio II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R32IteYxJrI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zq_QMrlIPu8/s1600-h/naufragio.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151423863614154418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R32IteYxJrI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zq_QMrlIPu8/s320/naufragio.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No silêncio absoluto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no azul imenso, imóvel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;repousa agora o navio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entre rochas e mais nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O naufrágio anunciado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;temido, inevitável,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finalmente aconteceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O navio está no fundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha em volta, devagar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passado o primeiro embate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e reconhece contornos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ausência de sensações,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desfeito em mil pedaços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdida a roda do leme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não existem soluções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baixa os braços, fecha as asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tenta adormecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma coisa o incomoda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em todo este silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de sinfonia perdida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de música que ninguém faz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o navio não encontra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a ilusão prometida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de uma maré de paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Julho 2002&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/360930271874903284-7108560305602459713?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7108560305602459713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7108560305602459713' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7108560305602459713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7108560305602459713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/01/naufrgio-ii.html' title='Naufrágio II'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R32IteYxJrI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zq_QMrlIPu8/s72-c/naufragio.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-7852031337761190599</id><published>2008-01-01T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:27:02.477Z</updated><title type='text'>Naufrágio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R3p_gOYxJqI/AAAAAAAAABc/3pKSW4_kUDk/s1600-h/naufragio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150569315446105762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R3p_gOYxJqI/AAAAAAAAABc/3pKSW4_kUDk/s320/naufragio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noite escura, tenebrosa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vagas altas, incessantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o navio segue a custo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o seu navegar errante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tempestade aumenta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cai a chuva em catadupas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não se vê um palmo à frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Céu riscado pelos raios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;das incertezas da vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os relâmpagos fazem crer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que a noite fechada é dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, a cada ribombar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da terrível trovoada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o navio fecha as asas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feitas de espuma e esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá longe, à sua espera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;existe um porto seguro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas é tão grande a distância,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão difícil o caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que o navio desespera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e chora, muito baixinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele bem olha, na crença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de encontrar barco amigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas não há nada que vença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tormenta do destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, a pouco e pouco, desiste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cansado de tanta luta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada onda é mais forte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para ele que está exausto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só lhe resta entregar-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aos braços da sua sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como um último apelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acende ainda uma luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez haja alguém a vê-lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada! Só o bramido do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lhe responde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, nessa imensidão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feita de vento e raiva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o navio vai ao fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leva consigo aquilo que já sentiu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o azul do céu a brilhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as gaivotas mergulhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em busca de alimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O navio vai descendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fica pousado na areia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entre rochas e corais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e, no silêncio azul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que finalmente o rodeia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encontra o que nunca teve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um leve vestígio de paz.&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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Julho 2002&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/360930271874903284-7852031337761190599?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/7852031337761190599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=7852031337761190599' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7852031337761190599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/7852031337761190599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2008/01/naufrgio.html' title='Naufrágio'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R3p_gOYxJqI/AAAAAAAAABc/3pKSW4_kUDk/s72-c/naufragio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3421122963638741828</id><published>2007-12-21T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:29:26.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2nGv-YxJpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m3yAQB7oKh8/s1600-h/nuvens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145862576750536338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2nGv-YxJpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m3yAQB7oKh8/s320/nuvens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os sonhos são fumos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ninguém os pode tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhos? Perfumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;impossíveis de cheirar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhos são nuvens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pedaços de algodão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flutuando no espaço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;envolvendo ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada fumo, cada nuvem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada sonho já sonhado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vem aumentar a certeza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que há sonhos que são verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sendo sonhos, são reais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;existem dentro de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não os podendo prender,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não nos deixam ficar sós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Março 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Feliz Natal para todos os que aqui passarem&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/360930271874903284-3421122963638741828?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3421122963638741828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3421122963638741828' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3421122963638741828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3421122963638741828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2nGv-YxJpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m3yAQB7oKh8/s72-c/nuvens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3239476267157792041</id><published>2007-12-18T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:25:40.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Irlanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2R4nOYxJoI/AAAAAAAAABI/T04GuDAZ8JY/s1600-h/zona_IRLANDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144369289636161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2R4nOYxJoI/AAAAAAAAABI/T04GuDAZ8JY/s320/zona_IRLANDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verde, verde sem igual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ovelhas brancas, pastando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na serena luz do Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terra de duendes e fadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lendas celtas , recordando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a magia da tradição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por aqui, vive-se a paz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as ondas do mar gritando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a beleza deste chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A música sempre presente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os violinos chorando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como chora o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E em cada rosto marcado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos olhos azuis brilhando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o orgulho desta nação..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra de chuvas e brumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e penhascos verdejantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;descendo em verticais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tem castelos e palácios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e aldeias importantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dos tempos medievais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abadias e mosteiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e cavaleiros andantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às suas damas tão leais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E os sonhos , fantasias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tempos já tão distantes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parecem quase reais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agosto 2001&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/360930271874903284-3239476267157792041?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3239476267157792041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3239476267157792041' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3239476267157792041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3239476267157792041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/irlanda.html' title='Irlanda'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2R4nOYxJoI/AAAAAAAAABI/T04GuDAZ8JY/s72-c/zona_IRLANDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6216645570147102946</id><published>2007-12-15T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:25:15.642Z</updated><title type='text'>Encontros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2MpyeYxJnI/AAAAAAAAABA/k6xdmM-rfv0/s1600-h/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144001146514384498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2MpyeYxJnI/AAAAAAAAABA/k6xdmM-rfv0/s320/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontros, sem ser marcados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;palavras soltas ao vento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentimentos, emoções,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e, num fio de fantasia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a luz que teima em brilhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontros, sem ser esperados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alguns poemas, canções,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viagens feitas no mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revolto, cheio de brumas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com ondas de ilusões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontros, desesperados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sombras de nuvens escuras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em noites de temporal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas as palavras escritas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os encontros, a ternura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trazem um dia de sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontros, alguns desejados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiapos de tantas vidas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alguma tristeza, despedidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as palavras que fogem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;transportando solidões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontros! De almas gémeas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apelos inconscientes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;busca de países diferentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde o sol nunca se acaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, nas palavras escolhidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um tactear de feridas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontros, novos amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão diversos, mas iguais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trazem a procura, escondida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de filhos dos mesmos pais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ligações impossíveis, virtuais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, de todos estes encontros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com alguém que nunca vemos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fica um travo de amargura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fica a certeza segura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de, às vezes, encontrarmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outros tão sós...como nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Julho 2001&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/360930271874903284-6216645570147102946?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6216645570147102946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6216645570147102946' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6216645570147102946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6216645570147102946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/encontros.html' title='Encontros'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R2MpyeYxJnI/AAAAAAAAABA/k6xdmM-rfv0/s72-c/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-5001287904268287711</id><published>2007-12-13T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:24:43.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Contradição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R17rJZ0DZHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VQWXnzV0m2U/s1600-h/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142806371284247666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R17rJZ0DZHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VQWXnzV0m2U/s320/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou aquela que sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem nunca o poder ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou aquela que tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem nunca o poder ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho nos olhos o brilho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daquilo que nunca vi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho no peito a chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daquilo que não vivi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou uma estrela a brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;numa noite bem escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou uma estrela apagada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nesta dor que não tem cura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho sorriso de criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;à espera que chegue a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho cansaço de velho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pela vida já vivida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nesta contradição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do ter e do nunca ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sei apenas o que sou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esperança de não o ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Junho 2001&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/360930271874903284-5001287904268287711?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5001287904268287711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=5001287904268287711' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5001287904268287711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/5001287904268287711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/contradio.html' title='Contradição'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R17rJZ0DZHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VQWXnzV0m2U/s72-c/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-1458752386089954672</id><published>2007-12-11T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:28:51.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Como é possível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R13o950DZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TC9ePxMMLX0/s1600-h/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142522499715785826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R13o950DZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TC9ePxMMLX0/s320/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me, amor, como é possível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que o mundo gire assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que haja estrelas a brilhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sol nasça e se deite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se não estás ao pé de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me, amor, como é possível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;existir o mar sem fim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ondulem as searas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que murmurem os regatos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se não estás ao pé de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me, amor, como é possível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haver flores num jardim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que voem as andorinhas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que cantem os rouxinóis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se não estás ao pé de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, sendo assim impossível,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais uma dúvida, enfim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como posso respirar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bater o meu coração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se estás tão longe de mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Junho 2001&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/360930271874903284-1458752386089954672?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/1458752386089954672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=1458752386089954672' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1458752386089954672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/1458752386089954672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/como-possvel.html' title='Como é possível...'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R13o950DZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TC9ePxMMLX0/s72-c/Julho+e+Agosto+2004+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-3053370456836021642</id><published>2007-12-10T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:23:05.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Beijos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R11hA50DZFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vXKqFxhaJJM/s1600-h/Le+baiser+(rodin).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142373017674015826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R11hA50DZFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vXKqFxhaJJM/s320/Le+baiser+(rodin).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeiro, beijinhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos de criança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos a brincar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alegres, divertidos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos a saltitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois, lentamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos mais doces, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suaves, macios, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheios de ternura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos a aflorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, de repente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o coração dispara,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o corpo endoidece, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos profundos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loucos, molhados, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos apaixonados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muito demorados, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijos a queimar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então eulouqueço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rendida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos teus braços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem nada dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e morro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem saber se vivi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e morro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de amor por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maio 2001&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/360930271874903284-3053370456836021642?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/3053370456836021642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=3053370456836021642' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3053370456836021642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/3053370456836021642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/beijos.html' title='Beijos'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R11hA50DZFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vXKqFxhaJJM/s72-c/Le+baiser+(rodin).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-8685117644682107703</id><published>2007-12-09T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:22:35.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R1wqyJ0DZDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JigF3Ow-TuE/s1600-h/PIC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142031915666334770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R1wqyJ0DZDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JigF3Ow-TuE/s320/PIC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gosto do mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;azul, profundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;batido pelo vento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maior que o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que foi berço da vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde tudo começou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e será a despedida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de ver o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao sol-pôr, à tardinha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando chegam as gaivotas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a praia fica sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto de ouvir o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em noites de tempestade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando as ondas batem fortes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos rochedos da saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas gosto mais de o sentir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carícia fresca na pele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afago doce, envolvente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como os braços de um amante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... inexistente.&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%;"&gt;Abril2001&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/360930271874903284-8685117644682107703?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/8685117644682107703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=8685117644682107703' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8685117644682107703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/8685117644682107703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/mar_09.html' title='Mar'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oub_1bD7eSI/R1wqyJ0DZDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JigF3Ow-TuE/s72-c/PIC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360930271874903284.post-6840596395457458480</id><published>2007-12-08T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:22:00.797Z</updated><title type='text'>Aventura</title><content type='html'>Ontem tive uma aventura,&lt;br /&gt;inesperada, inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um amigo que me trouxe&lt;br /&gt;e eu vim devagarinho,&lt;br /&gt;sem conhecer o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei a porta aberta&lt;br /&gt;do reino da Poesia,&lt;br /&gt;onde tudo é possível,&lt;br /&gt;onde não existe dor,&lt;br /&gt;os sonhos são realidade&lt;br /&gt;e é eterno o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Abril 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360930271874903284-6840596395457458480?l=livrodeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6840596395457458480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360930271874903284&amp;postID=6840596395457458480' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6840596395457458480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360930271874903284/posts/default/6840596395457458480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livrodeescrita.blogspot.com/2007/12/aventura.html' title='Aventura'/><author><name>andorinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00219575393144870898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
