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style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHQwhh-czTk/Wb8RXd57zQI/AAAAAAAFIuA/IUQh4frfvcwrIk6XxCwajE2lHu-4cAqgQCLcBGAs/s1600/Acordei%2Bcom%2Bvontade%2Bde%2Blhe%2Bdar%2Bmeu%2Bolhar..jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;731&quot; data-original-width=&quot;610&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHQwhh-czTk/Wb8RXd57zQI/AAAAAAAFIuA/IUQh4frfvcwrIk6XxCwajE2lHu-4cAqgQCLcBGAs/s320/Acordei%2Bcom%2Bvontade%2Bde%2Blhe%2Bdar%2Bmeu%2Bolhar..jpg&quot; width=&quot;267&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Quero ser uma asa demorada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Prolongar-me no teu beijo cincunflexo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E sou uma lua desvairada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;uma órbita torcida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;desse teu corpo enviesado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;desse teu astro arrevesado&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;Agripina Roxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/acordei-com-vontade-de-lhe-dar-meu-olhar.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHQwhh-czTk/Wb8RXd57zQI/AAAAAAAFIuA/IUQh4frfvcwrIk6XxCwajE2lHu-4cAqgQCLcBGAs/s72-c/Acordei%2Bcom%2Bvontade%2Bde%2Blhe%2Bdar%2Bmeu%2Bolhar..jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-2198864717566985226</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2017 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-17T20:17:38.742-04:00</atom:updated><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#">Via Lunar</category><title>E sou essa lua desvairada</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCsp02y1-IM/Wb8QOY01uxI/AAAAAAAFIts/k2CmmfTNXmclDKUwJiuhNhuX6B7Ngw27ACLcBGAs/s1600/E%2Bsou%2Buma%2Blua%2Bdesvairada.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1020&quot; data-original-width=&quot;574&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCsp02y1-IM/Wb8QOY01uxI/AAAAAAAFIts/k2CmmfTNXmclDKUwJiuhNhuX6B7Ngw27ACLcBGAs/s320/E%2Bsou%2Buma%2Blua%2Bdesvairada.JPG&quot; width=&quot;180&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;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;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/2017/09/e-sou-essa-lua-desvairada.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCsp02y1-IM/Wb8QOY01uxI/AAAAAAAFIts/k2CmmfTNXmclDKUwJiuhNhuX6B7Ngw27ACLcBGAs/s72-c/E%2Bsou%2Buma%2Blua%2Bdesvairada.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3833795346163297277</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2017 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-17T20:10:44.048-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">As Marias</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Maria Borges</category><title>A estranha que vive em mim</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0_A0bjbS8U/Wb8OvlSLAXI/AAAAAAAFItY/KQD8dXRrSI8JcJ2ZkjNucX1--4ReBvMLwCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Bestranha%2Bque%2Bvive%2Bem%2Bmim...%2B.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;705&quot; data-original-width=&quot;482&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0_A0bjbS8U/Wb8OvlSLAXI/AAAAAAAFItY/KQD8dXRrSI8JcJ2ZkjNucX1--4ReBvMLwCLcBGAs/s320/a%2Bestranha%2Bque%2Bvive%2Bem%2Bmim...%2B.JPG&quot; width=&quot;218&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de todas as loucuras&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;repetidamente imaginadas&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;(deliciosamente repetidas…) ,&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;surge essa desconcertante sanidade&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 eu encontro, deitada no seu peito,&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;tranquila como quem ama,&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;a estranha que vive em mim…&lt;br /&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;Maria Borges&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/a-estranha-que-vive-em-mim.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0_A0bjbS8U/Wb8OvlSLAXI/AAAAAAAFItY/KQD8dXRrSI8JcJ2ZkjNucX1--4ReBvMLwCLcBGAs/s72-c/a%2Bestranha%2Bque%2Bvive%2Bem%2Bmim...%2B.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7124870889790725312</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 22:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-10T18:45:41.280-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ar Líquido</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">JLGacês</category><title>Onde o vértice é água</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwbsFNSvLNA/WbW_gJPUw8I/AAAAAAAFIm8/-uCEsfGwfb0mX-AdNPCvlWrBBnhEg4e3gCLcBGAs/s1600/onde%2Bo%2Bv%25C3%25A9rtice%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bde%2B%25C3%25A1gua.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;625&quot; data-original-width=&quot;653&quot; height=&quot;306&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwbsFNSvLNA/WbW_gJPUw8I/AAAAAAAFIm8/-uCEsfGwfb0mX-AdNPCvlWrBBnhEg4e3gCLcBGAs/s320/onde%2Bo%2Bv%25C3%25A9rtice%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bde%2B%25C3%25A1gua.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O deslizar suave da boca até à fonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;onde o vértice é de água.&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;JL Garcês&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/onde-o-vertice-e-agua.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwbsFNSvLNA/WbW_gJPUw8I/AAAAAAAFIm8/-uCEsfGwfb0mX-AdNPCvlWrBBnhEg4e3gCLcBGAs/s72-c/onde%2Bo%2Bv%25C3%25A9rtice%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bde%2B%25C3%25A1gua.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7744097288726141488</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-10T09:28:07.757-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Judith Teixeira</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vitrine</category><title>O amante</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P43fNRSqJ9g/WbU9rTH8pJI/AAAAAAAFImY/24CNJHJYLk0rRtBmwzrjEGoghXR8K48wwCLcBGAs/s1600/O%2Bamante.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;750&quot; data-original-width=&quot;483&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P43fNRSqJ9g/WbU9rTH8pJI/AAAAAAAFImY/24CNJHJYLk0rRtBmwzrjEGoghXR8K48wwCLcBGAs/s320/O%2Bamante.jpg&quot; width=&quot;205&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;Dizem que eu tenho amores contigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Deixa-os dizer!…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eles sabem lá o que há de sublime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Nos meus sonhos de prazer…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;De madrugada, logo ao despertar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Há quem me tenha ouvido gritar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Pelo teu nome…&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;Dizem – e eu não protesto –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que seja qual for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;o meu aspecto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;tu estás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;na minha fisionomia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e no meu gesto!&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;Dizem que eu me embriago toda em cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Para te esquecer…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E que de noite pelos corredores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Quando vou passando para te ir buscar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Levo risos de louca, no olhar!&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;Não entendem dos meus amores contigo –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não entendem deste luar de beijos…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;– Há quem lhe chame a tara perversa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dum ser destrambelhado e sensual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Chamam-te o génio do mal –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O meu castigo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E eu em sombras alheio-me dispersa…&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 ninguém sabe que é de ti que eu vivo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que és tu que doiras ainda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O meu castelo em ruína…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que fazes da hora má, a hora linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dos meus sonhos voluptuosos –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não faltes aos meus apelos dolorosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;– Adormenta esta dor que me domina!&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;Judith Teixeira&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/o-amante.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P43fNRSqJ9g/WbU9rTH8pJI/AAAAAAAFImY/24CNJHJYLk0rRtBmwzrjEGoghXR8K48wwCLcBGAs/s72-c/O%2Bamante.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-2090900159022949922</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-10T09:24:52.698-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dos corações que vejo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Van Luchiari</category><title>Cada vez mais...</title><description>&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;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0Z6CFsyUFE/WbU89YTU32I/AAAAAAAFImM/bFxMlCz17noqpT4baVxLt60DhP5Cz6ecQCLcBGAs/s1600/Cada%2Bvez%2Bmais.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;757&quot; data-original-width=&quot;511&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0Z6CFsyUFE/WbU89YTU32I/AAAAAAAFImM/bFxMlCz17noqpT4baVxLt60DhP5Cz6ecQCLcBGAs/s320/Cada%2Bvez%2Bmais.JPG&quot; width=&quot;216&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;Desaprendo chãos e aprendo asas…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que posso fazer se meu coração voa?&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;Van Luchiari&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/cada-vez-mais.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0Z6CFsyUFE/WbU89YTU32I/AAAAAAAFImM/bFxMlCz17noqpT4baVxLt60DhP5Cz6ecQCLcBGAs/s72-c/Cada%2Bvez%2Bmais.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-8988247061890522548</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-09T20:31:17.445-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lígia Fagundes Telles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Via Lunar</category><title>Tão lua</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pG3lq86BNCE/WbSHnUsHTKI/AAAAAAAFIlE/BzLQZD2ERvI7LsD9uCqkFvmeKmBmzqtwACLcBGAs/s1600/T%25C3%25A3o%2Blua.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;503&quot; data-original-width=&quot;634&quot; height=&quot;253&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pG3lq86BNCE/WbSHnUsHTKI/AAAAAAAFIlE/BzLQZD2ERvI7LsD9uCqkFvmeKmBmzqtwACLcBGAs/s320/T%25C3%25A3o%2Blua.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Saiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A noite estava fria, mas belíssima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Achou a lua enorme e pensou em compará-la a alguma coisa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;mas desistiu: parecia lua mesmo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;talvez nunca parecesse tão lua quanto naquela noite.&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;Lígia Fagundes Telles&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/tao-lua.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pG3lq86BNCE/WbSHnUsHTKI/AAAAAAAFIlE/BzLQZD2ERvI7LsD9uCqkFvmeKmBmzqtwACLcBGAs/s72-c/T%25C3%25A3o%2Blua.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-5791060584126714064</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-09T20:27:49.576-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">azaleia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jostein Gaarder</category><title>O néctar das rosas púrpuras</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfHe9Wjo2sU/WbSGx0dClFI/AAAAAAAFIk8/pcmXD9QCsRIZPLOo-15qfDuAu0PYQJ7GQCLcBGAs/s1600/O%2Bn%25C3%25A9ctar%2Bdas%2Brosas%2Bp%25C3%25BArpuras.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;692&quot; data-original-width=&quot;716&quot; height=&quot;309&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfHe9Wjo2sU/WbSGx0dClFI/AAAAAAAFIk8/pcmXD9QCsRIZPLOo-15qfDuAu0PYQJ7GQCLcBGAs/s320/O%2Bn%25C3%25A9ctar%2Bdas%2Brosas%2Bp%25C3%25BArpuras.jpg&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;Inventei uma bebida que chamei de púrpura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;É uma bebida que tem um efeito maravilhoso no corpo inteiro…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Para preparar essa bebida uso o néctar das rosas púrpuras…Nascem em pequenos buquês…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A bebida púrpura não deixa os seus gostos apenas na boca,mas em cada fibra do corpo.&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;(O Dia do Coringa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Jostein Gaarder&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/o-nectar-das-rosas-purpuras.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfHe9Wjo2sU/WbSGx0dClFI/AAAAAAAFIk8/pcmXD9QCsRIZPLOo-15qfDuAu0PYQJ7GQCLcBGAs/s72-c/O%2Bn%25C3%25A9ctar%2Bdas%2Brosas%2Bp%25C3%25BArpuras.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-5317160514305877820</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-09T20:24:30.475-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ar Líquido</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Líria Porto</category><title>Ávido</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1TOZa1L1kk/WbSGAGWrF9I/AAAAAAAFIk4/3KIAm9zx29UPa1gxUgfYX82OOOeHn2dYQCLcBGAs/s1600/%25C3%25A1vido.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;669&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;209&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1TOZa1L1kk/WbSGAGWrF9I/AAAAAAAFIk4/3KIAm9zx29UPa1gxUgfYX82OOOeHn2dYQCLcBGAs/s320/%25C3%25A1vido.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;tenho a sede do mar – aquela de beber todos os rios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e continuar inquieto com tanto sal na saliva&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;Líria Porto&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/avido.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1TOZa1L1kk/WbSGAGWrF9I/AAAAAAAFIk4/3KIAm9zx29UPa1gxUgfYX82OOOeHn2dYQCLcBGAs/s72-c/%25C3%25A1vido.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-8409346360703705036</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-09T20:15:31.552-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Manoel de Barros</category><title>Difícil fotografar o silêncio</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8OtGXSnrRQ0/WbSEAUNTnBI/AAAAAAAFIko/48p7rCbteNM12nLwJJWK0qmNtWg8BuFtACLcBGAs/s1600/Dif%25C3%25ADcil%2Bfotografar%2Bo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;507&quot; data-original-width=&quot;707&quot; height=&quot;229&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8OtGXSnrRQ0/WbSEAUNTnBI/AAAAAAAFIko/48p7rCbteNM12nLwJJWK0qmNtWg8BuFtACLcBGAs/s320/Dif%25C3%25ADcil%2Bfotografar%2Bo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que o silêncio faz um barulho danado em minh’alma.&lt;br /&gt;“Difícil fotografar o silêncio. Entretanto tentei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu conto: Madrugada, a minha aldeia estava morta. Não se via ou ouvia um barulho, ninguém passava entre as casas. Eu estava saindo de uma festa, eram quase quatro da manhã. Ia o silêncio pela rua carregando um bêbado.&lt;br /&gt;Preparei minha máquina. O silêncio era um carregador? Estava carregando o bêbado. Fotografei esse carregador.&lt;br /&gt;Tive outras visões naquela madrugada. Preparei minha máquina de novo. Tinha um perfume de jasmim no beiral do sobrado. Fotografei o perfume. Vi uma lesma pregada na existência mais do que na pedra. Fotografei a existência dela. Vi ainda um azul-perdão no olho de um mendigo. Fotografei o perdão. Olhei uma paisagem velha a desabar sobre uma casa. Fotografei o sobre. Foi difícil fotografar o sobre. Por fim eu enxerguei a nuvem de calça. Representou pra mim que ela andava na aldeia de braços com maiakoviski – seu criador. Fotografei a nuvem de calça e o poeta. Ninguém outro poeta no mundo faria uma roupa mais justa para cobrir sua noiva.&lt;br /&gt;A foto saiu legal” –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manoel de Barros</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/dificil-fotografar-o-silencio.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8OtGXSnrRQ0/WbSEAUNTnBI/AAAAAAAFIko/48p7rCbteNM12nLwJJWK0qmNtWg8BuFtACLcBGAs/s72-c/Dif%25C3%25ADcil%2Bfotografar%2Bo%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6330978548192006316</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 00:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-09T20:09:08.597-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Herberto Helder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><title>Sob os anéis dos astros</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IO9wjsM2EnM/WbSCPnWsm_I/AAAAAAAFIkc/uU8vbHI3TkgI_NRlMITjOMarfNPAW1yYACLcBGAs/s1600/sob%2Bos%2Ban%25C3%25A9is%2Bdos%2Bastros.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;570&quot; data-original-width=&quot;748&quot; height=&quot;243&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IO9wjsM2EnM/WbSCPnWsm_I/AAAAAAAFIkc/uU8vbHI3TkgI_NRlMITjOMarfNPAW1yYACLcBGAs/s320/sob%2Bos%2Ban%25C3%25A9is%2Bdos%2Bastros.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;fecharia os olhos sob os anéis dos astros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e entre os violinos e os fortes poços da noite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;descobriria a ardente ideia da minha vida.&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;Herberto Helder&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/sob-os-aneis-dos-astros.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IO9wjsM2EnM/WbSCPnWsm_I/AAAAAAAFIkc/uU8vbHI3TkgI_NRlMITjOMarfNPAW1yYACLcBGAs/s72-c/sob%2Bos%2Ban%25C3%25A9is%2Bdos%2Bastros.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3591179257579782365</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 00:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-09T20:05:21.994-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luís Miguel Nava</category><title>Memória</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWT5QNPwD5Y/WbSBlUdQaVI/AAAAAAAFIkY/hRgOFwbo2ZYvOBZnaykuzdNT5t6rN7iHwCLcBGAs/s1600/Mem%25C3%25B3ria.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;549&quot; data-original-width=&quot;668&quot; height=&quot;262&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWT5QNPwD5Y/WbSBlUdQaVI/AAAAAAAFIkY/hRgOFwbo2ZYvOBZnaykuzdNT5t6rN7iHwCLcBGAs/s320/Mem%25C3%25B3ria.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Os dedos com que me tocaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;persistem sob a pele, onde a memória os move.&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;Luis Miguel Nava&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/memoria.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWT5QNPwD5Y/WbSBlUdQaVI/AAAAAAAFIkY/hRgOFwbo2ZYvOBZnaykuzdNT5t6rN7iHwCLcBGAs/s72-c/Mem%25C3%25B3ria.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-8083784299717895509</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-08T08:20:58.888-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">abelha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ahcravo</category><title>Apiário</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCxkDLvdKfg/WbKK82UoM_I/AAAAAAAFIhM/8EzRxU3qNkMOhx_UwhCEbPD2mco_C81igCLcBGAs/s1600/api%25C3%25A1rio.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;555&quot; data-original-width=&quot;703&quot; height=&quot;252&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCxkDLvdKfg/WbKK82UoM_I/AAAAAAAFIhM/8EzRxU3qNkMOhx_UwhCEbPD2mco_C81igCLcBGAs/s320/api%25C3%25A1rio.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;desfolhar-te pétala a pétala&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 procurar no pólen&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;a justificação do mel&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;(insinuações de abelha)&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;ahcravo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/apiario.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCxkDLvdKfg/WbKK82UoM_I/AAAAAAAFIhM/8EzRxU3qNkMOhx_UwhCEbPD2mco_C81igCLcBGAs/s72-c/api%25C3%25A1rio.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-1784144472226343125</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-08T08:01:47.049-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Katarzyna Rzeszowska. borboleta</category><title>Sê amor comigo</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Vr43Z3K4I/WbKGW3KbRNI/AAAAAAAFIg8/YoBbYrGeVaQo8l46AorckSYubrs0kPSogCLcBGAs/s1600/S%25C3%25AA%2Bamor%2Bcomigo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;480&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Vr43Z3K4I/WbKGW3KbRNI/AAAAAAAFIg8/YoBbYrGeVaQo8l46AorckSYubrs0kPSogCLcBGAs/s320/S%25C3%25AA%2Bamor%2Bcomigo.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sê amor comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;fala-me de Amor ao ouvido, em silêncio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;sê esse sussurro terno que me arrepia a pele sem toque mas com a verdade toda e inteira da tua alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;o mundo não precisa de saber de nós, do desejo, da paixão-conquista num entrelaçar rápido de olhares e de dedos…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;conjuga só para mim esse verbo que repetes sem cessar, não ao mundo, mas em mim, como pedra cinzelando, gravando a carne, despertando a vontade e o desejo de outrora…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;(…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;… e sinto que me esvaio por entre os teus dedos.&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;Alma&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;*imagem: Katarzyna Rzeszowska&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/se-amor-comigo.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Vr43Z3K4I/WbKGW3KbRNI/AAAAAAAFIg8/YoBbYrGeVaQo8l46AorckSYubrs0kPSogCLcBGAs/s72-c/S%25C3%25AA%2Bamor%2Bcomigo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-666110810622442384</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 11:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-08T07:58:50.919-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ana Salomé</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flor</category><title>Arrepia</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-si-WupaBidE/WbKFdoybHwI/AAAAAAAFIgk/mSOL7PNhlboMx6PIPmq0Az10g5nsZafMwCLcBGAs/s1600/Arrepia.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;711&quot; data-original-width=&quot;580&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-si-WupaBidE/WbKFdoybHwI/AAAAAAAFIgk/mSOL7PNhlboMx6PIPmq0Az10g5nsZafMwCLcBGAs/s320/Arrepia.jpg&quot; width=&quot;261&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;arrepia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;só de pensar que respiras&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;Ana Salomé&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/arrepia.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-si-WupaBidE/WbKFdoybHwI/AAAAAAAFIgk/mSOL7PNhlboMx6PIPmq0Az10g5nsZafMwCLcBGAs/s72-c/Arrepia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3178501069020538703</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 11:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-08T07:55:16.535-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Albano Martins</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">azul</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><title>As manhãs ou seu imprevisto de azul</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNde5BR3Ark/WbKE9DpbOOI/AAAAAAAFIgc/HSwvIYQVsPEjdoYYrAiSrn0JfXVYgjvGACLcBGAs/s1600/as%2Bmanh%25C3%25A3s%2Bou%2Bseu%2Bimprevisto%2Bno%2Bazul.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;970&quot; data-original-width=&quot;735&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNde5BR3Ark/WbKE9DpbOOI/AAAAAAAFIgc/HSwvIYQVsPEjdoYYrAiSrn0JfXVYgjvGACLcBGAs/s320/as%2Bmanh%25C3%25A3s%2Bou%2Bseu%2Bimprevisto%2Bno%2Bazul.JPG&quot; width=&quot;242&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;regressam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;as manhãs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;ou seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;imprevisto azul.&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;Cedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;se colhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;o cintilante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e frágil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;perfume das laranjas.&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;Albano Martins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;in ‘Paralelo ao vento’&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/as-manhas-ou-seu-imprevisto-de-azul.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNde5BR3Ark/WbKE9DpbOOI/AAAAAAAFIgc/HSwvIYQVsPEjdoYYrAiSrn0JfXVYgjvGACLcBGAs/s72-c/as%2Bmanh%25C3%25A3s%2Bou%2Bseu%2Bimprevisto%2Bno%2Bazul.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-5646409534980240705</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2017 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-07T16:00:37.534-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dos corações que vejo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joaninha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Van Luchiari</category><title>Frágil</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SN0cgWoALFw/WbGlODAL5QI/AAAAAAAFIbw/vGycxmjQkuMOv5G_0l-5a6j93YGOru91QCLcBGAs/s1600/fr%25C3%25A1gil.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;981&quot; data-original-width=&quot;768&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SN0cgWoALFw/WbGlODAL5QI/AAAAAAAFIbw/vGycxmjQkuMOv5G_0l-5a6j93YGOru91QCLcBGAs/s320/fr%25C3%25A1gil.jpg&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão frágil é o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;que cabe inteiro num suspiro…&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;Van Luchiari&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/fragil.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SN0cgWoALFw/WbGlODAL5QI/AAAAAAAFIbw/vGycxmjQkuMOv5G_0l-5a6j93YGOru91QCLcBGAs/s72-c/fr%25C3%25A1gil.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6201860609886699609</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2017 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-07T15:57:03.491-04:00</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#">Manoel de Barros</category><title>Presença</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xb4EAODwWSE/WbGkZuEP31I/AAAAAAAFIbo/2MKLrsSUybcHilN03OONKYhV2z3PJdhSwCLcBGAs/s1600/presen%25C3%25A7a.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;885&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1108&quot; height=&quot;255&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xb4EAODwWSE/WbGkZuEP31I/AAAAAAAFIbo/2MKLrsSUybcHilN03OONKYhV2z3PJdhSwCLcBGAs/s320/presen%25C3%25A7a.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tem mais presença em mim o que me falta&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;Manoel de Barros&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/presenca.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xb4EAODwWSE/WbGkZuEP31I/AAAAAAAFIbo/2MKLrsSUybcHilN03OONKYhV2z3PJdhSwCLcBGAs/s72-c/presen%25C3%25A7a.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-2379702420892810858</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2017 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-07T15:41:35.482-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Líria Porto</category><title>A lua é frigida</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWTHp6ggR7A/WbGgtyQMJHI/AAAAAAAFIbc/HBe0tGMB0BQLghZm2NqejJuNwkKP4akTwCLcBGAs/s1600/a%2Blua%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bfr%25C3%25ADgida%2B.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1177&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;235&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWTHp6ggR7A/WbGgtyQMJHI/AAAAAAAFIbc/HBe0tGMB0BQLghZm2NqejJuNwkKP4akTwCLcBGAs/s320/a%2Blua%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bfr%25C3%25ADgida%2B.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;depois de beijá-la o sol decretou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;a lua é frígida – e condenou-a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;à solidão das virgens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;o sol é estrela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;de quinta grandeza&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;Líria Porto&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/a-lua-e-frigida.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWTHp6ggR7A/WbGgtyQMJHI/AAAAAAAFIbc/HBe0tGMB0BQLghZm2NqejJuNwkKP4akTwCLcBGAs/s72-c/a%2Blua%2B%25C3%25A9%2Bfr%25C3%25ADgida%2B.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7382508292088981929</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2017 22:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-05T18:30:06.800-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">borboleta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">José Mario Silva</category><title>Os ventos todos</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNn56N9n_jE/WayCMkf6eqI/AAAAAAAFIV4/efnAMPal9QkOEDUn6WwLJpvwZ9GeGWrHQCLcBGAs/s1600/Os%2Bventos%2Btodos.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;574&quot; data-original-width=&quot;939&quot; height=&quot;195&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNn56N9n_jE/WayCMkf6eqI/AAAAAAAFIV4/efnAMPal9QkOEDUn6WwLJpvwZ9GeGWrHQCLcBGAs/s320/Os%2Bventos%2Btodos.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;fechados dentro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;da minha mão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;quantos ciclones&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;queres ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;José Mário Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/os-ventos-todos.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNn56N9n_jE/WayCMkf6eqI/AAAAAAAFIV4/efnAMPal9QkOEDUn6WwLJpvwZ9GeGWrHQCLcBGAs/s72-c/Os%2Bventos%2Btodos.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3779313246456250908</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2017 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-04T09:30:20.678-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Joelma Bittencourt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tushar Khandewal</category><title>O salto Imortal</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clm-UwQ173k/WawEHqwGkcI/AAAAAAAFITI/Az88zBjUvXs1qprG5GpsT7xiOuCJzD2egCLcBGAs/s1600/O%2Bsalto%2Bimortal.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;898&quot; data-original-width=&quot;960&quot; height=&quot;299&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clm-UwQ173k/WawEHqwGkcI/AAAAAAAFITI/Az88zBjUvXs1qprG5GpsT7xiOuCJzD2egCLcBGAs/s320/O%2Bsalto%2Bimortal.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&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;a lógica de um amor de perdição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;é bem simples&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;ninguém desconfia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;das intenções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;do próprio abismo&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;Joelma Bittencourt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;*fotografia: Tushar Khandelwal&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/o-salto-imortal.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clm-UwQ173k/WawEHqwGkcI/AAAAAAAFITI/Az88zBjUvXs1qprG5GpsT7xiOuCJzD2egCLcBGAs/s72-c/O%2Bsalto%2Bimortal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7102039984015371146</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2017 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-03T09:00:32.892-04:00</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#">Kha Tembe</category><title>Em instintos de Ave</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGIJ4sKF7no/Wav8vMmeRPI/AAAAAAAFIS0/iznkWqtdqlccp1SrWLswnB2fZ-m4WkJewCLcBGAs/s1600/em%2Binstintos%2Bde%2Bave.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;574&quot; data-original-width=&quot;862&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGIJ4sKF7no/Wav8vMmeRPI/AAAAAAAFIS0/iznkWqtdqlccp1SrWLswnB2fZ-m4WkJewCLcBGAs/s320/em%2Binstintos%2Bde%2Bave.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e os nossos outonos rompem-se &lt;br /&gt;em instintos de ave e futuro.&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;Kha Tembe&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/em-instintos-de-ave.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGIJ4sKF7no/Wav8vMmeRPI/AAAAAAAFIS0/iznkWqtdqlccp1SrWLswnB2fZ-m4WkJewCLcBGAs/s72-c/em%2Binstintos%2Bde%2Bave.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-2446091875552256816</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2017 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-03T08:52:30.942-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">preto e branco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yves Namur</category><title>Na rosa insuspeitada</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jcq7FTQgkOA/Wav64AgOzYI/AAAAAAAFISU/S-g4q9fHvCsLs9MtUaoysYKFkA4jpWhgACLcBGAs/s1600/Na%2Brosa%2Binsuspeitada.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;719&quot; data-original-width=&quot;650&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jcq7FTQgkOA/Wav64AgOzYI/AAAAAAAFISU/S-g4q9fHvCsLs9MtUaoysYKFkA4jpWhgACLcBGAs/s320/Na%2Brosa%2Binsuspeitada.jpg&quot; width=&quot;289&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Será o poema essa coisa ínfima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;que rodeia o corpo e a ausência?&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;Essa parte ínfima&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;que arde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;e sempre está a arder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;na rosa insuspeitada?&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;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2017/09/na-rosa-insuspeitada.html</link><author>[email protected] (mariana gouveia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jcq7FTQgkOA/Wav64AgOzYI/AAAAAAAFISU/S-g4q9fHvCsLs9MtUaoysYKFkA4jpWhgACLcBGAs/s72-c/Na%2Brosa%2Binsuspeitada.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-4149592168267921976</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2017 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-02T21:11:12.417-04:00</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#">xícara</category><title>O traje da sede</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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