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style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AXrkMwZ074/VPWkFJEddII/AAAAAAAD4eY/lsr7UqtUD14/s1600/do%2Bmeu%2Bamor%2Bperfeito.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AXrkMwZ074/VPWkFJEddII/AAAAAAAD4eY/lsr7UqtUD14/s1600/do%2Bmeu%2Bamor%2Bperfeito.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;279&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;* Art: &lt;em&gt; Antoine De Villiers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Do meu amor perfeito, flor ausente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;não lembro o rosto nem a voz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;lembro a fadiga sorridente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;que havia, ao fim, em cada um de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;David Mourão-Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2015/03/do-meu-amor-perfeito.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AXrkMwZ074/VPWkFJEddII/AAAAAAAD4eY/lsr7UqtUD14/s72-c/do%2Bmeu%2Bamor%2Bperfeito.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-110891028085632334</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2015 12:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-03T08:05:11.089-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Era uma vez laranja</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Outono</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rosa Lobato de Faria</category><title>O teu amor absoluto</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GChhNtzIX5Y/VPWjIzio8CI/AAAAAAAD4eQ/mhO2hnznWdA/s1600/o%2Bamor%2Bteu%2Babsoluto.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GChhNtzIX5Y/VPWjIzio8CI/AAAAAAAD4eQ/mhO2hnznWdA/s1600/o%2Bamor%2Bteu%2Babsoluto.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;261&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;* art: Eugene Ciurana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;O teu amor absoluto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;é como a hera que envolve as paredes da casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;Quero ser a casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;e que arranhes a cal da minha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;e te aninhes nos meus ouvidos fendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;e perturbes a porta minha boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;E por fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;procures o perigo das janelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;e enfrentes os meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;infinitos de mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;noite e assombração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosa Lobato de Faria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2015/03/o-teu-amor-absoluto.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GChhNtzIX5Y/VPWjIzio8CI/AAAAAAAD4eQ/mhO2hnznWdA/s72-c/o%2Bamor%2Bteu%2Babsoluto.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7049114168908256542</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 22:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-27T18:31:18.828-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Agripina Roxo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beija-flor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">do verbo voar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><title>E sou uma lua desvairada</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9EQceMQuwE/U9V9gGKBnnI/AAAAAAADq2A/OUrDR6t2u3s/s1600/E+sou+uma+lua+desvairada.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9EQceMQuwE/U9V9gGKBnnI/AAAAAAADq2A/OUrDR6t2u3s/s1600/E+sou+uma+lua+desvairada.JPG&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser uma asa demorada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Prolongar-me no teu beijo cincunflexo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;no teu voo sempre ausente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;de pássaro em queda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E bico-te os dedos lentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E engulo-te o sexo cansado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;enquanto as mãos se perdem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;por entre crateras do teu sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E sou uma lua desvairada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;uma órbita torcida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;desse teu corpo enviesado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;desse teu astro arrevesado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;” Agripina Roxo”&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/07/e-sou-uma-lua-desvairada.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9EQceMQuwE/U9V9gGKBnnI/AAAAAAADq2A/OUrDR6t2u3s/s72-c/E+sou+uma+lua+desvairada.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7508279344653888744</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-27T18:28:50.680-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adélia Prado</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Devaneios</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><title>São preciosos registros, farelos de ouro</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyjQD0SRV6U/U9V85ht-_UI/AAAAAAADq10/i2vKHKwhydY/s1600/s%C3%A3o+preciosos+registros+de+farelos+de+ouro.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyjQD0SRV6U/U9V85ht-_UI/AAAAAAADq10/i2vKHKwhydY/s1600/s%C3%A3o+preciosos+registros+de+farelos+de+ouro.jpg&quot; height=&quot;236&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nem especialmente alegre ou triste se precisa estar. &lt;br /&gt;Ocorre como os chamados movimentos autônomos do corpo.&lt;br /&gt; Sem aviso me apanho cantando: “…Atestam-te os meus olhos rasos d’água a dor que a tua ausência me causou….”&lt;br /&gt; São preciosos registros, farelos de ouro, retalho de pano bom.&lt;br /&gt; Me levanto para guardar, botar no cofre, certamente em vão, têm  natureza de nuvem, passam. Você olha, acha bonito, mas segurar não pode.  Sofro por causa do meu espírito de colecionador-arqueólogo. Quero pôr o  bonito numa caixa com chave para abrir de vez em quando e olhar.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Adélia Prado</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/07/sao-preciosos-registros-farelos-de-ouro.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyjQD0SRV6U/U9V85ht-_UI/AAAAAAADq10/i2vKHKwhydY/s72-c/s%C3%A3o+preciosos+registros+de+farelos+de+ouro.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6120396765526166625</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 19:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-27T18:23:38.049-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alice Vieira</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Via Solar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">árvore</category><title>Lavra-me...</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8v4722SK_E/U3-fFqy2Q7I/AAAAAAADIjs/CMp88vkC44g/s1600/lavra-me.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8v4722SK_E/U3-fFqy2Q7I/AAAAAAADIjs/CMp88vkC44g/s1600/lavra-me.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;278&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; …entra como quem morre no centro do fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;…entra como quem arde no centro do fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;…entra devagar no centro do fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;e lavra-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcc00;&quot;&gt;Alice Vieira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/05/lavra-me.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8v4722SK_E/U3-fFqy2Q7I/AAAAAAADIjs/CMp88vkC44g/s72-c/lavra-me.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-4257637722731154577</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-23T15:15:23.553-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dos corações que vejo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mário Castrim</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><title>(Que seria de nós se nos roubassem os pontos de interrogação?</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgRCwVnhlhM/U3-d20ptMcI/AAAAAAADIjg/UngY3pH3Mds/s1600/(Que+seria+de+n%C3%B3s+se+nos+roubassem+os+pontos+de+interroga%C3%A7%C3%B5es).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgRCwVnhlhM/U3-d20ptMcI/AAAAAAADIjg/UngY3pH3Mds/s1600/(Que+seria+de+n%C3%B3s+se+nos+roubassem+os+pontos+de+interroga%C3%A7%C3%B5es).jpg&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; width=&quot;385&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como é que eu,&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo tão mal, distingo&lt;br /&gt;o teu andar desde o princípio do corredor? &lt;br /&gt;Como é que eu,&lt;br /&gt;vendo tão pouco, sei&lt;br /&gt;que és tu chegas, conforme a luz?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como é que eu,&lt;br /&gt;de mãos tão ásperas, desenho&lt;br /&gt;a tua cara mesmo tão longe dela?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Onde está&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que sei de ti&lt;br /&gt;sem nunca ter aprendido nada?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serei ainda capaz&lt;br /&gt;de descobrir a palavra&lt;br /&gt;que larga o teu rasto na janela?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Que seria de nós&lt;br /&gt;se nos roubassem os pontos de interrogação?)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mário Castrim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;ps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na leve ardência das artérias,onde decifras meu nome no teu.&lt;br /&gt;O sangue que jorra murmura pleno de sentidos o néctar que embriaga quando penso em beijo&lt;br /&gt;em boca,a tua. Pode alguém morar dentro de outro tão longe&lt;br /&gt;e vagar pelo corpo através do pulsar do coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/05/que-seria-de-nos-se-nos-roubassem-os.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgRCwVnhlhM/U3-d20ptMcI/AAAAAAADIjg/UngY3pH3Mds/s72-c/(Que+seria+de+n%C3%B3s+se+nos+roubassem+os+pontos+de+interroga%C3%A7%C3%B5es).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-383423713974068717</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-23T15:12:10.036-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A Cabana</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">borboleta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nas minhas mãos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><title>Som</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nydOUIkpk/U3-dKVb5XcI/AAAAAAADIjY/HA6aHdzb7vg/s1600/Som.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nydOUIkpk/U3-dKVb5XcI/AAAAAAADIjY/HA6aHdzb7vg/s1600/Som.JPG&quot; height=&quot;251&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Se um arco iris ou uma flor desabrochando fizesse som,esse seria o som do riso dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Cabana,141</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/05/som.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3nydOUIkpk/U3-dKVb5XcI/AAAAAAADIjY/HA6aHdzb7vg/s72-c/Som.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-9014478553902216973</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2014 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-21T11:38:24.829-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dorina Costras</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Era uma vez laranja</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marina Colasanti</category><title>Teu corpo é casulo de infinitas sedas</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klN9voQy5ts/U1U7OoJijDI/AAAAAAADCZs/Hx_9NOey02o/s1600/teu+corpo+%C3%A9+casulo+de+infinitas+sedas.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klN9voQy5ts/U1U7OoJijDI/AAAAAAADCZs/Hx_9NOey02o/s1600/teu+corpo+%C3%A9+casulo+de+infinitas+sedas.jpg&quot; height=&quot;302&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Teu corpo é canoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;em que desço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;vida abaixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;morte acima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;procurando o naufrágio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;me entregando à deriva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Teu corpo é casulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;de infinitas sedas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;onde fio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;me afio e enfio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;invasor recebido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;com licores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Teu corpo é pele exata para o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;pena de garça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;brilho de romã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;aurora boreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;do longo inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marina Colasanti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://fadadacaixinhademusica.blogspot.com.br/2012/08/as-borboletas-de-dorina-costras-dorina.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;* Art de Dorina Costras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/teu-corpo-e-casulo-de-infinitas-sedas.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-klN9voQy5ts/U1U7OoJijDI/AAAAAAADCZs/Hx_9NOey02o/s72-c/teu+corpo+%C3%A9+casulo+de+infinitas+sedas.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-4664019642685823057</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2014 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-21T11:36:07.199-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cau Lanza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Era uma vez laranja</category><title>Do sussurro da tua boca</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wMRm7dh6wYc/U1U6qCwJs0I/AAAAAAADCZk/46HWPMFIO18/s1600/do+sussurro+da+tua+boca.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wMRm7dh6wYc/U1U6qCwJs0I/AAAAAAADCZk/46HWPMFIO18/s1600/do+sussurro+da+tua+boca.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;imagem: &lt;small&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://piccsy.com/2011/08/those-lips&quot; id=&quot;entry-via&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;http://piccsy.com/2011/08/those-lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;gosto da doçura dos teus beijos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;- Cau Lanza -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/do-sussurro-da-tua-boca.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wMRm7dh6wYc/U1U6qCwJs0I/AAAAAAADCZk/46HWPMFIO18/s72-c/do+sussurro+da+tua+boca.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7110277473363908459</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2014 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-21T11:33:20.818-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alonso Alvarez</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Era uma vez laranja</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shira Sela</category><title>Ontem a noite</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7HbjXb7urY/U1U6EK4xMoI/AAAAAAADCZY/IxMhqSdonKc/s1600/Ontem+a+noite.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7HbjXb7urY/U1U6EK4xMoI/AAAAAAADCZY/IxMhqSdonKc/s1600/Ontem+a+noite.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;237&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;*imagem: Shira Sela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;sonhei de corpo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; -acordei com teu cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Alonso Alvarez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/ontem-noite.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7HbjXb7urY/U1U6EK4xMoI/AAAAAAADCZY/IxMhqSdonKc/s72-c/Ontem+a+noite.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3199021862371720365</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2014 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-18T16:47:04.944-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ave</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">do verbo voar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fernanda Carinci</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><title>Abstração</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMdcSD19MCk/U1By1uIkHHI/AAAAAAADBbY/LnNh2-fCsP0/s1600/Abstra%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMdcSD19MCk/U1By1uIkHHI/AAAAAAADBbY/LnNh2-fCsP0/s1600/Abstra%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;“Eu cativo o imaginado, &lt;br /&gt;mas naquele instante podia cativar coisas tangíveis, &lt;br /&gt;podia transformar o abstrato em concreto”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Fernanda Carinci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/abstracao.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMdcSD19MCk/U1By1uIkHHI/AAAAAAADBbY/LnNh2-fCsP0/s72-c/Abstra%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6659284328461180573</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2014 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-17T20:32:25.116-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ave</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beija-flor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chiquinho</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">do verbo voar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yves Namur</category><title>Seu corpo é todo ele feito de aves</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97K9y2xaSbw/U1ByR_wOeyI/AAAAAAADBbM/2BaQeEwWxFc/s1600/Seu+corpo+%C3%A9+todo+ele+feito+de+aves.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97K9y2xaSbw/U1ByR_wOeyI/AAAAAAADBbM/2BaQeEwWxFc/s1600/Seu+corpo+%C3%A9+todo+ele+feito+de+aves.jpg&quot; height=&quot;242&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma voz&lt;br /&gt;ergueu-se das cavidades do Inverno,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;doce e leve&lt;br /&gt;como a palavra sem peso&lt;br /&gt;que vinha da tua boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Uma voz terá assim regressado&lt;br /&gt;para perturbar o canto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;a única pergunta&lt;br /&gt;que ainda se não ousava fazer&lt;br /&gt;às aves da alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquele que entreabre a boca&lt;br /&gt;por um instante que seja,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;esse estará talvez esquecido de&lt;br /&gt;que o seu corpo é todo ele feito de aves,&lt;br /&gt;àrvores voadoras e constelações de fogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E que desta maneira e pouco a pouco&lt;br /&gt;se esvaziará disso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;de tudo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yves Namur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/seu-corpo-e-todo-ele-feito-de-aves.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97K9y2xaSbw/U1ByR_wOeyI/AAAAAAADBbM/2BaQeEwWxFc/s72-c/Seu+corpo+%C3%A9+todo+ele+feito+de+aves.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7032555356979570221</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2014 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-17T20:29:45.877-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ave</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Casimiro de Brito</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">do verbo voar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><title>Ceifaram-me as asas</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1g2EbQoDCY/U1BxlHGGtGI/AAAAAAADBbE/Hpzc12bYq4w/s1600/Ceifaram-me+as+asas.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1g2EbQoDCY/U1BxlHGGtGI/AAAAAAADBbE/Hpzc12bYq4w/s1600/Ceifaram-me+as+asas.JPG&quot; height=&quot;215&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;antes de as sentir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Como&lt;br /&gt;abri-las&lt;br /&gt;senão imaginando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Casimiro de Brito -&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/ceifaram-me-as-asas.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1g2EbQoDCY/U1BxlHGGtGI/AAAAAAADBbE/Hpzc12bYq4w/s72-c/Ceifaram-me+as+asas.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6011667616336052880</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2014 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-06T11:27:26.453-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amélia Pais</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lado B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ladybug</category><title>Eu não sei de outro nome para ternura</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekw1Q9g90Us/U0FyKZAuVlI/AAAAAAAC-po/VoxlIERMDdE/s1600/Eu+n%C3%A3o+sei+de+outro+nome+para+a+ternura..JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekw1Q9g90Us/U0FyKZAuVlI/AAAAAAAC-po/VoxlIERMDdE/s1600/Eu+n%C3%A3o+sei+de+outro+nome+para+a+ternura..JPG&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; width=&quot;215&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Só no sonho os meus dias se consentem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A um nome se reduz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;esta ânsia de ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;presença viva do meu gesto outrora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eu não sei de outro nome para a ternura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Amélia Pais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/eu-nao-sei-de-outro-nome-para-ternura.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekw1Q9g90Us/U0FyKZAuVlI/AAAAAAAC-po/VoxlIERMDdE/s72-c/Eu+n%C3%A3o+sei+de+outro+nome+para+a+ternura..JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6462590624316880444</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2014 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-06T11:24:57.058-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kha Tembe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lado B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ladybug</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nas minhas mãos</category><title>Dentro dos dias</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL2_fIv2Jrg/U0Fxkvyg77I/AAAAAAAC-pg/TCz8mhdPBwQ/s1600/dentro+dos+dias.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL2_fIv2Jrg/U0Fxkvyg77I/AAAAAAAC-pg/TCz8mhdPBwQ/s1600/dentro+dos+dias.JPG&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;abraça os teus pés aos meus. muito muito. dentro dos dias há um caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kha Tembe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/dentro-dos-dias.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL2_fIv2Jrg/U0Fxkvyg77I/AAAAAAAC-pg/TCz8mhdPBwQ/s72-c/dentro+dos+dias.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-8141817567889695234</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2014 15:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-06T11:22:26.283-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lado B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ladybug</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lya Luft</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nas minhas mãos</category><title>Primeira vez</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bmu4mPKoG-0/U0Fw47jyzuI/AAAAAAAC-pQ/Len5k-yVpKo/s1600/Primeira+vez.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bmu4mPKoG-0/U0Fw47jyzuI/AAAAAAAC-pQ/Len5k-yVpKo/s1600/Primeira+vez.jpg&quot; height=&quot;255&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Cada vez é uma primeira vez.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas aquela foi mais primeira do que todas as outras.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Lya Luft)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/primeira-vez.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bmu4mPKoG-0/U0Fw47jyzuI/AAAAAAAC-pQ/Len5k-yVpKo/s72-c/Primeira+vez.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-9139235753392489929</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2014 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-05T20:36:01.030-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Aram Nersisyan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Daufen Bach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">duas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Encantatório</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Era uma vez laranja</category><title>Luxúria</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ3-jcyBGQ4/U0ChG-TuH7I/AAAAAAAC-nI/QCm6Wm_RkQ0/s1600/Lux%C3%BAria.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ3-jcyBGQ4/U0ChG-TuH7I/AAAAAAAC-nI/QCm6Wm_RkQ0/s1600/Lux%C3%BAria.jpg&quot; height=&quot;224&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Art: Aram Nersisyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;eu não sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; tenho em mim seu corpo nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;enquanto beijas meu rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; possuo teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; (com gosto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; espia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; meu êxtase e agonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; tua pele quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; de mim vestida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; eu não sou eu, sou tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; arrepio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; com o fogo vertente de teu ventre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; ouso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; abusar-te em minha cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; bebo dos teus seios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; (paixão insana).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; açoito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; teu corpo em meu peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; silente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; quedo entre as tuas coxas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt; Daufen Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/luxuria.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ3-jcyBGQ4/U0ChG-TuH7I/AAAAAAAC-nI/QCm6Wm_RkQ0/s72-c/Lux%C3%BAria.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-582089010198097221</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2014 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-05T20:31:21.182-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Encantatório</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Era uma vez laranja</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mila Marquis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Natércia Freire</category><title>As meninas são todas como eu</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bvy_9Z9l0Q/U0Cf2UqC1VI/AAAAAAAC-m8/IL4KiSLFOOg/s1600/As+meninas+s%C3%A3o+todas+como+eu.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bvy_9Z9l0Q/U0Cf2UqC1VI/AAAAAAAC-m8/IL4KiSLFOOg/s1600/As+meninas+s%C3%A3o+todas+como+eu.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;319&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-mce-href=&quot;http://entre2artes.blogspot.com.br/2011/06/mila-marquis.html&quot; href=&quot;http://entre2artes.blogspot.com.br/2011/06/mila-marquis.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Art: Mila Marquis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-mce-bogus=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-mce-bogus=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;As meninas são todas como eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;a guardar astros que serão bordados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;a recolher os olhos deslumbrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;depois duma viagem pelo Céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;E vestem blusas para esperar a tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;que há-de surgir no fundo da vereda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e crispam dedos de sonhar a seda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;que a tarde trouxe e na cantiga arde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Fincam braços no chão do parapeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e debruçam o corpo para a Lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e temem vultos negros pela rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e sentem fogo a iluminar-lhe o peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;E deitam-se nas camas encantadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e olham o luar correndo nas campinas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e são felizes porque são meninas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e porque a vida as vai fazer mudadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;As meninas são todas como eu fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;- Menina mais menina que existisse! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Ninguém me disse o que para mim eu disse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e eu inventei o que hoje se dilui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;As meninas são todas da Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;das tardes sós de chuva e poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;(Ninguém me disse o que eu a mim dizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;- minha conversa doida com a vontade!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;As meninas são todas como eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;a guardar astros que serão bordados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;e a recolher os olhos deslumbrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;depois de uma viagem pelo Céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot; style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Natércia Freire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/as-meninas-sao-todas-como-eu.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bvy_9Z9l0Q/U0Cf2UqC1VI/AAAAAAAC-m8/IL4KiSLFOOg/s72-c/As+meninas+s%C3%A3o+todas+como+eu.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3367654727965055619</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-04T15:23:05.293-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bruno Kampel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><title>Aquela que seja ela</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haj4k0ewJ4c/Uz8ErWO6ZiI/AAAAAAAC-j8/Shd5kw_4XOo/s1600/Aquela+que+seja+ela.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haj4k0ewJ4c/Uz8ErWO6ZiI/AAAAAAAC-j8/Shd5kw_4XOo/s1600/Aquela+que+seja+ela.jpg&quot; height=&quot;260&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não quero uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que seja gorda ou magra&lt;br /&gt;Ou alta ou baixa&lt;br /&gt;Ou isto e aquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não quero uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim um porto, uma esquina&lt;br /&gt;Onde virar a vida e olhá-la&lt;br /&gt;De dentro para fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não espero uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Mas um barco que me navegue&lt;br /&gt;Uma tempestade que me aflija&lt;br /&gt;Uma sensualidade que me altere&lt;br /&gt;Uma serenidade que me nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não sonho uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Mas um grito de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Saindo da boca pendurada&lt;br /&gt;No rosto emoldurado&lt;br /&gt;No corpo que se apoie&lt;br /&gt;Nas pernas que me abracem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não sonho nem espero&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Mas exijo aos meus devaneios&lt;br /&gt;Que encontrem a única&lt;br /&gt;Que quero sonho e espero&lt;br /&gt;Não uma, mas ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E sei onde se esconde&lt;br /&gt;E conheço-lhe as senhas&lt;br /&gt;Que a definem. O sexo&lt;br /&gt;Ardente, a volúpia estridente&lt;br /&gt;A carência do espasmo&lt;br /&gt;O Amor com o dedo no gatilho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Só quero essa mulher&lt;br /&gt;Com todos seus desertos&lt;br /&gt;Onde descansar a minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Exausta e a minha boca sedenta&lt;br /&gt;E a minha vontade faminta&lt;br /&gt;E a minha urgência aflita&lt;br /&gt;E a minha lágrima austera&lt;br /&gt;E a minha ternura eloquente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sim, essa mulher que me excite&lt;br /&gt;Os vinte e nove sentidos&lt;br /&gt;A única a saber&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer&lt;br /&gt;Como fazer&lt;br /&gt;Quando parar&lt;br /&gt;Onde Esperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Essa a mulher que espero&lt;br /&gt;E não espero&lt;br /&gt;Que quero e não quero&lt;br /&gt;Essa mulherportoesquina&lt;br /&gt;Que desejo e não desejo&lt;br /&gt;Que outro a tenha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que seja alta ou baixa&lt;br /&gt;Isto ou aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Mas que seja ela&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que seja minha&lt;br /&gt;E eu seja dela&lt;br /&gt;Que seja eu e ela&lt;br /&gt;Euela eu lá nela&lt;br /&gt;Que sejamos ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E eu então terei encontrado&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que não procuro&lt;br /&gt;O barco, a esquina, Você.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, você, que espreita&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado da esquina, no cais,&lt;br /&gt;A chegada do marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Como quem apenas me espera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Então nos amarraremos sem vergonha&lt;br /&gt;À luz dos holofotes dos teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E procriaremos gritos e gemidos&lt;br /&gt;Que iluminarão todas as esquinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Será o momento de dizer&lt;br /&gt;Achei/achamos amei/amamos&lt;br /&gt;E por primeira vez vocalizar o&lt;br /&gt;Somos, pluralizando-nos&lt;br /&gt;Na emoção do encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Essa a mulher&lt;br /&gt;que não procuro&lt;br /&gt;nem espero.&lt;br /&gt;Você, viu? Você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Bruno Kampel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/aquela-que-seja-ela.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haj4k0ewJ4c/Uz8ErWO6ZiI/AAAAAAAC-j8/Shd5kw_4XOo/s72-c/Aquela+que+seja+ela.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-376355096299586524</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-05T20:26:33.541-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dos corações que vejo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">João Veríssimo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O outro Lado</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">O que disse o João</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">xícara</category><title>O traje da sede</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Slym5rckY/Uz8D3s1llsI/AAAAAAAC-j0/5xc8j-AYvo8/s1600/O+traje+da+sede.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Slym5rckY/Uz8D3s1llsI/AAAAAAAC-j0/5xc8j-AYvo8/s1600/O+traje+da+sede.jpg&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; width=&quot;303&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tu cresces sobre o solo das Estações.&lt;/div&gt;És a minha fome,&lt;br /&gt;o pão, o peixe e a carne&lt;br /&gt;santificados pela eternidade da vida na raiz&lt;br /&gt;profana das searas,&lt;br /&gt;no teu corpo de oceano sem praia,&lt;br /&gt;de imenso prado ondulante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tu vives no som cúmplice das Nascentes.&lt;br /&gt;És a minha sede,&lt;br /&gt;a fogueira láctea no baptismo diário do sol,&lt;br /&gt;o rio perene&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio dos murmulhos,&lt;br /&gt;a jazida plasmada na foz das águas&lt;br /&gt;bebidas sem distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Perco-me, procuro-me e encontro-me em ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;João Veríssimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/o-traje-da-sede.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Slym5rckY/Uz8D3s1llsI/AAAAAAAC-j0/5xc8j-AYvo8/s72-c/O+traje+da+sede.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6691180316132571434</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-04T14:58:13.478-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lado B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ladybug</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mariana Gouveia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">variações de mim</category><title>e dos pequenos instantes delicados</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJfwH0RuDpY/Uz8AjLB-nGI/AAAAAAAC-jo/aoPlMSYO3RI/s1600/e+dos+pequenos+instantes+delicados.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJfwH0RuDpY/Uz8AjLB-nGI/AAAAAAAC-jo/aoPlMSYO3RI/s1600/e+dos+pequenos+instantes+delicados.jpg&quot; height=&quot;297&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Vagueia o lume branco de seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;jardim, morada tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;É lá, que me prometo sua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;no instante de estar completa em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;cheia de si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;de um brilho que esfrego no espelho do dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e dos pequenos instantes delicados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;notar que a presença é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;em volta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;envolta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;completamente aos teus pés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mariana Gouveia&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/e-dos-pequenos-instantes-delicados.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJfwH0RuDpY/Uz8AjLB-nGI/AAAAAAAC-jo/aoPlMSYO3RI/s72-c/e+dos+pequenos+instantes+delicados.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3614546729141777403</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-04T14:55:33.477-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Elisa Lucinda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lado B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ladybug</category><title>Cinderelas</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2JJNtViK9o/Uz7_-FfZIYI/AAAAAAAC-jg/lKU4UsDt2jg/s1600/cinderela.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2JJNtViK9o/Uz7_-FfZIYI/AAAAAAAC-jg/lKU4UsDt2jg/s1600/cinderela.JPG&quot; height=&quot;338&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Durante todas as primaveras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon;&quot;&gt; &lt;strong&gt; um cardume de cinderelas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon;&quot;&gt; &lt;strong&gt; ainda insiste dentro dela.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: maroon;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Elisa Lucinda)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/cinderelas.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2JJNtViK9o/Uz7_-FfZIYI/AAAAAAAC-jg/lKU4UsDt2jg/s72-c/cinderela.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3501168237856039939</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-04T14:53:52.437-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lado B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ladybug</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mariana Gouveia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">preto e branco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">variações de mim</category><title>Inquilino invasor</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DALydytnxj4/Uz7_Vz1tZDI/AAAAAAAC-jY/sHhHQUg8F6s/s1600/Inquilino+invasor.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DALydytnxj4/Uz7_Vz1tZDI/AAAAAAAC-jY/sHhHQUg8F6s/s1600/Inquilino+invasor.jpg&quot; height=&quot;273&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Chegou o primeiro&lt;br /&gt;como posse e herdeiro&lt;br /&gt;quis amor a nada fez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e o segundo&lt;br /&gt;achou-se dono do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;falou de um amor profundo&lt;br /&gt;e ali ficou de vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e com isso achou que não mais precisava&lt;br /&gt;agradar porque gostava&lt;br /&gt;e ficava ali quietinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E o terceiro chegou como o derradeiro&lt;br /&gt;colocou em mim poesia&lt;br /&gt;e quando eu percebia&lt;br /&gt;já era dono do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;e eu já dava carinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;como inquilino, invasor do meu direito&lt;br /&gt;fez bater forte meu peito&lt;br /&gt;e tornou-se ilusão&lt;br /&gt;tão senhor do que eu vivi&lt;br /&gt;e de tudo que eu senti&lt;br /&gt;já era dele meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mariana Gouveia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/inquilino-invasor.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DALydytnxj4/Uz7_Vz1tZDI/AAAAAAAC-jY/sHhHQUg8F6s/s72-c/Inquilino+invasor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-5129133927551912140</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 00:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-03T20:44:43.957-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">As Marias</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Era uma vez laranja</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Maria Teresa Horta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Silvia Pelissero</category><title>Gozo</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKi080cWo5A/Uz4ANOA_k0I/AAAAAAAC-Z8/7X0vPQs-S3Y/s1600/Gozo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKi080cWo5A/Uz4ANOA_k0I/AAAAAAAC-Z8/7X0vPQs-S3Y/s1600/Gozo.jpg&quot; height=&quot;297&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;art: Silvia Pelissero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;Que tenhas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;o contorno incerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;acertado nas linhas do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;os dentes nos lóbulos e no pescoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;os lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;a língua a cobrirem os ombros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria Teresa Horta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2014/04/gozo.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKi080cWo5A/Uz4ANOA_k0I/AAAAAAAC-Z8/7X0vPQs-S3Y/s72-c/Gozo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6629821678101089029</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2014 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-03T20:42:38.526-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alice Ruiz</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Era uma vez laranja</category><title>Era uma vez...</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_mNRZ4lMKM/Uz3_uM2SA6I/AAAAAAAC-Z0/j3iMa4aJbX4/s1600/era+uma+vez.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_mNRZ4lMKM/Uz3_uM2SA6I/AAAAAAAC-Z0/j3iMa4aJbX4/s1600/era+uma+vez.jpg&quot; height=&quot;220&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;*imagem:Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma mulher que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 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