<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:57:15.327-03:00</updated><title type='text'>๑۩۞۩๑ Doce Poesia ๑۩۞۩๑</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Poesias, de diversos autores e poetas brasileiros, ou de língua latina.
''Dedicado aos amantes das artes e da poesia''&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-115242129106212012</id><published>2006-07-09T01:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:01:31.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Nossos Desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fersi.de/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/tuaausencia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OS NOSSOS DESEJOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fersi.de/"&gt;Ferdinando &amp; Milamarian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magia do teu olhar de mel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é como fogo do sol no zénite!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta passagem da vida que idealizo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa casa, tu e eu mais a paisagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No esplendor de colinas que alcançam os céus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre mansas brumas o raiar de um novo arrebol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serão em cores transparentes, a fogueira do lumaréu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serei vermelho a cor da lua, tu serás azul a cor do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há magia de esperança a esvoaçar em ti!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rios de gestos e palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na selva imensa dos sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no raiar da hora desejada!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última hora será sempre a primeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em riachos insones escoando do amor o canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre adormecidas flores , sob aquela mesma palmeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e dos lobos, o uivo à lua encoberto em nosso manto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos húmidos da tua carne,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe-me a beijos e desejos!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-lhe a fragrância cálida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como as primaveras sonhadas lado a lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em perfume de acácias sobre a relva, esvoaçante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teus delírios aconchegados em meus seios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os pares carmim na minha alma arquejante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teu sabor de terra em meu solo, de permeio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estio, ante a nudez da vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faremos a luz em cada janela escura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e em cada pedra o desabrochar do sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em cada peito triste uma canção de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na transparência de nossas almas em róseo tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelas diáfanas vidraças adentrará o mais belo rouxinol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e  de nosso ninho de amor apenas um som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de corpos entrelaçados no compasso do bemol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre as pétalas do teu sorriso meigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu elixir louco de ternura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminharemos para sempre na realidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da essência do nosso sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No encanto de teu sereno semblante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com tuas asas de anjo, leva-me a flutuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trilhando por tuas sendas aconchegantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em vertigem, no devaneio do verbo amar.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-115242129106212012?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/115242129106212012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=115242129106212012&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/115242129106212012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/115242129106212012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/07/os-nossos-desejos.html' title='Os Nossos Desejos'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-115242062342314807</id><published>2006-07-09T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:50:23.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Além</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/sexo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;NADA ALÉM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Custódio Mesquita e Mário Lago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;Nada além &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nada além de uma ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chega bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E é demais para o meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Acreditando em tudo que o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mentindo sempre diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E vou vivendo assim feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Na ilusão de ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Só nos causa sofrimento e dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;É melhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Bem melhor a ilusão do amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu não quero e não peço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Para o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nada além de uma linda ilusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-115242062342314807?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/115242062342314807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=115242062342314807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/115242062342314807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/115242062342314807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/07/nada-alm.html' title='Nada Além'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114755989992642668</id><published>2006-05-13T19:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:38:19.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai-Kai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/millor/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/004.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; O hai-kai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Descobri noutro dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;É o orvalho da poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/millor/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Millôr)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114755989992642668?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114755989992642668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114755989992642668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114755989992642668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114755989992642668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/05/hai-kai.html' title='Hai-Kai'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114706214566122983</id><published>2006-05-08T01:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:22:25.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema Pungente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/pungente.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;POEMA PUNGENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Damião Cavalcanti&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Teu poema me esgrime,&lt;br /&gt;Rasga toda intimidade.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que ele intime,&lt;br /&gt;Fala um pouco da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Penetra no meu íntimo&lt;br /&gt;Como a ponta do espadim,&lt;br /&gt;Sangra sangue de nós dois,&lt;br /&gt;Menor dor é para mim.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Cada verso é afiado,&lt;br /&gt;Entre lâminas a nua carne.&lt;br /&gt;Ser vagínula dessa espada&lt;br /&gt;Tanto agrada como arde.&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Teu poema me esgrime,&lt;br /&gt;Penetra no meu íntimo.&lt;br /&gt;Cada verso é afiado,&lt;br /&gt;    Quero a dor que ora sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114706214566122983?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114706214566122983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114706214566122983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114706214566122983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114706214566122983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/05/poema-pungente.html' title='Poema Pungente'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114697417097362322</id><published>2006-05-07T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:59:53.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/pic-1565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ILUSÃO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://flanarfalares.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Saramar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu o esqueci tantas vezes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E, no entanto, permanecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Em meu sangue, o perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dos seus beijos enganosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e a luz dos seus olhos traidores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu o esqueci mais ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E suas melífluas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ainda entristecem minhas noites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu o esqueci, juro que esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e minto, engano meus desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não quero suas marcas assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;esculpidas em minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ai de mim! Não as quero, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;por mais que elas se derramem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dos meus olhos constantemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ficam em mim, ficarão para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114697417097362322?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114697417097362322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(soneto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sonho, é um pedaço do céu&lt;br /&gt;que o guardo no coração&lt;br /&gt;É tão lindo, e é só meu&lt;br /&gt;por ele vivo de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai dizer ao coração&lt;br /&gt;que não passa de uma tontaria&lt;br /&gt;Se o perco, perco a razão&lt;br /&gt;e só a tristeza me restaria&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o meu grande rio,&lt;br /&gt;e vai correndo p’ro mar&lt;br /&gt;que me surgiu num dia frio&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia, que o sonho apareceu&lt;br /&gt;nele vi uma linda mulher de se amar&lt;br /&gt;por quem meu coração se embeveceu&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114697359012167001?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Docinho, quindim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aroma de jasmim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anjo, querubim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha aqui pra mim? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doce mel de camotim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manequim, mirim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com lábios carmesim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo de bom, enfim! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iguaria, pudim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alecrim no meu jardim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vestidinho de cetim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdadeiro estopim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quer gostar de mim? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114555936511356851?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114555936511356851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114555936511356851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114555936511356851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Foto: FFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romântica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://reconstruindoideias.blog-se.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tata Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moldar-me a seu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colar-me 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prender em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim libertar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero por minutos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te beijar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar teu fôlego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser teu ideal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me personificar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero dormir ao teu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te acordar com carinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te acomodar em meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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rowspan="2"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #d6d6d6 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #d6d6d6 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #d6d6d6 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #d6d6d6 2px solid" height="207" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/3036/coracao0yi.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="9" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" height="190"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="9" background="http://kr.img.blog.yahoo.com/ybi/1/63/8e/gene7299/folder/3/img_3_74_2?1136339210.gif" height="21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="9" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" height="49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="232" bgcolor="#f7f7f7" height="49"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT: 7pt/180% verdana; COLOR: #999999; LETTER-SPACING: 1px"&gt;Coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VLF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat" width="32" background="http://kr.img.blog.yahoo.com/ybi/1/63/8e/gene7299/folder/3/img_3_74_1?1136339210.gif" height="49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND-REPEAT: no-repeat" width="9" background="http://kr.img.blog.yahoo.com/ybi/1/63/8e/gene7299/folder/3/img_3_75_0?1136339268.gif" height="49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESSE CORAÇÃO É MEU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://amoremversoeprosa.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tere Penhabe&lt;br /&gt;(05/01/2005)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um coração bonito&lt;br /&gt;nascido às margens do rio&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo canto de pássaros&lt;br /&gt;barulho da cascata, ruído da mata...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Foi se formando aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;sempre cheio de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;sonhos grandes ou pequenos&lt;br /&gt;nunca sonhos mais ou menos...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Batia descompassado sob o sol&lt;br /&gt;cavalgando solto na invernada&lt;br /&gt;nas brincadeiras de criança&lt;br /&gt;do primeiro namorado...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não pensava no futuro distante&lt;br /&gt;o sonho é que o levaria até ele&lt;br /&gt;onde chegaria vitorioso&lt;br /&gt;numa bela carruagem...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mas o destino, não digo traiçoeiro&lt;br /&gt;apenas joga mal, é mau parceiro&lt;br /&gt;foi dando cartas marcadas&lt;br /&gt;estragando o jogo inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a vida se manifesta&lt;br /&gt;bate palmas e acaba a festa:&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá, coração, é madrugada&lt;br /&gt;chega ao fim a sua seresta!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A troca foi feita, quase em surdina&lt;br /&gt;o sonho grande de um coração menino&lt;br /&gt;por um sonho urgente de um coração carente.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um coração que envelheceu...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114481566561138826?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se por um acaso,&lt;br /&gt;Em algum momento&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar com o teu se cruzar&lt;br /&gt;E ele te demonstrar mais do que meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, não se importe, são apenas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as palavras que não te disse&lt;br /&gt;São apenas os carinhos que não te fiz...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Se por um acaso, em algum outro momento&lt;br /&gt;Os meus gestos te revelarem mais do que penso&lt;br /&gt;Não ligue...&lt;br /&gt;são gestos quase que sem senso&lt;br /&gt;São apenas os desejos incontidos que, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;descuidadamente, sem perceber &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os deixo escapar...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Se em algum momento perceberes&lt;br /&gt;Uma inevitável alegria em meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Não te cuides, pois às vezes somente preciso&lt;br /&gt;Saber que estás por perto&lt;br /&gt;Ou às vezes ao longe me contento&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo, te ver sem me deixar conheceres&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Se de repente, te mostrar mais do que minha intenção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de estar ao teu lado, desculpa-me&lt;br /&gt;São apenas as vezes que quis te escutar&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir-te em segredos falar&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez, quem sabe, esquecer contigo do tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esquecer até do luar!!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se noutro momento também perceberes&lt;br /&gt;Que quando o teu olhar com o meu se encontra&lt;br /&gt;Há palavras que também queres dizer-me&lt;br /&gt;E abraços e carinhos que não &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queres mais esconder-me&lt;br /&gt;Então peço-te...não te hesites!&lt;br /&gt;Não te guardes na ansiedade do silêncio, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois não foi por acaso que os teus lábios &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;próximos aos meus agora existem...!...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://flanarfalares.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saramar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sol desenha pássaros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em flores fechadas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abrem-se olhos coloridos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espantados com tanta música.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114421096484654759?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114421096484654759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114421096484654759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114421096484654759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2230/2264/320/aquario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Do Fundo&lt;br /&gt;Do Azul&lt;br /&gt;Do Mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/millor/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Millôr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Poesia feita e recitada no Show do mesmo nome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Durmo sempre entre feras&lt;br /&gt;Acordo entre os escolhos&lt;br /&gt;Visto trajes de andrajos&lt;br /&gt;Mas te amo, amor, amar, amor.&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Por isso te procuro.&lt;br /&gt;No fim das paralelas&lt;br /&gt;No repicar dos sinos&lt;br /&gt;Entre as sombras da aurora.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que nem por ser medroso me apavoro&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos são mortais, mas me enamoro&lt;br /&gt;Balanço a testa tonta, os guizos soam&lt;br /&gt;Te atendem logo serviçais de prata&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Limpei folha por folha do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Tirei nuvem por nuvem da amplidão&lt;br /&gt;E agora, calejada, estendo a mão,&lt;br /&gt;E te ofereço a terra com carinho&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A terra-mãe, esfera&lt;br /&gt;Quem arrebenta em dor&lt;br /&gt;Em dor e fruto, em cor&lt;br /&gt;Em cor e sumo, e luz&lt;br /&gt;E amor.&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Eu te ofereço a terra&lt;br /&gt;Feita de fauna e fogo&lt;br /&gt;Roda de flora e aço&lt;br /&gt;Girando, azul, no espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114400413377480276?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114399708708007739</id><published>2006-04-02T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:25:58.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Toque poético</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/borboazul.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/borboazul.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TOQUE POÉTICO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rezendepoetadoamor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Augusto Rezende&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;07/01/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a Poesia chega a mim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico a Imaginar, chegar o momento certo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu possa te falar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entretanto, eu desisto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhando amargamente no passado! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em passado que perdi as emoções do meu viver, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, por momentos esqueci este passado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando em fleches eu te conheci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, voltando novamente a Poesia a me tocar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto algo muito perto a me dizer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vens! Caminhas! Eu estou a te esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente as ilusões floresciam no meu ser, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardando o momento de apenas conhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este Amor que tanto sinto por Você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim estou a imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim, aguardo para ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este amor acontecer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114399708708007739?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114399708708007739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114399708708007739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114399708708007739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114399708708007739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/04/toque-potico.html' title='Toque poético'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114360746893670350</id><published>2006-03-29T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:48:14.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Três de Dinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/blythe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Três de Dinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemcarnenempeixe.weblogger.terra.com.br/"&gt;DINHO BANDINI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(24.03.2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;FÁBULA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;O calor é passageiro e os passos são velozes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;De tanto me cruzarem as pernas, resolvi cruzar esquinas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tão cheias e tão vazias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Putz! Se não fosse a chuva não notava essa cidade...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;PARÁBOLA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;A arma apontada pra cabeça transbordante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Depois para o lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Para a cabeça obrigatoriamente vacilante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;E para a janela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finalmente a arma volta pro armário.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CÁBULA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Já sentado na escada, elogio o café &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não vejo nada e penso nas respostas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E na sua, vozes e amores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Correndo do sol na chuva à noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114360746893670350?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114212360648912122</id><published>2006-03-11T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:40:57.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/lamentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Busca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://marciapinto.blog-se.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Márcia Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Queria você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem relógio, sem lei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem sociedade, sem fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem lenço e sem documento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem pecado e sem medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o que tenho é a incerteza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O talvez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ainda bem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque o bom é a dúvida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A procura, a tentativa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A eterna busca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114212360648912122?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114212360648912122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Lisboa Cidade de Paixões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/lisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LISBOA CIDADE DE PAIXÕES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meuslivros.weblog.com.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fernando Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tenho Lisboa, com muita honra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bem juntinha ao coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ela é linda e não desonra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Quem nela vive em sedução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Esta cidade de paixões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Como poucas que há no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Amam-na de dia, e aos serões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Em sentimento cristalino e profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Nela, corre um rio sem igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Num destino com regresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Que, quando chega ao seu final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tem um mar sereno, e não perverso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lisboa tem labirintos de caminhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E gentes de muita história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;É cantada em sobradinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Por fadistas com memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E nesta cidade lavrada em trinados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Por guitarras de fino recorte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Há bairros onde são escutados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Poemas de amor, dor, e morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lisboa de colinas altas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Praças, avenidas e jardins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Vive amores, escritos em pautas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Guardados em organdis e cetins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114203351936254216?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114203351936254216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114203351936254216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114203351936254216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114203351936254216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/lisboa-cidade-de-paixes.html' title='Lisboa Cidade de Paixões'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114176012930599215</id><published>2006-03-07T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:35:29.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/mulher1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MULHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(L.C. Gurutuba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Graça, magia, força e garra,&lt;br /&gt;Charme, simpatia e determinação.&lt;br /&gt;São atributos que transformam a mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Na musa eterna, rainha da sedução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carisma, beleza e sensualidade,&lt;br /&gt;Se encontram e se completam nesse ser,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos encanta, nos seduz e nos fascina&lt;br /&gt;E nos conduz aos caminhos do prazer.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mulher&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração repentina do poeta&lt;br /&gt;Este divino, nobre criação de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;No fogo eterno de um corpo de mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver e acabar os dias meus.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Ninfa adorada, fonte profunda de beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Rendo-lhe votos de amor, de devoção.&lt;br /&gt;Porque você, mulher, é simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;A mais bela e perfeita criação.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mulher&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-a, a cada dia, ocupando seu espaço,&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassando limites e preconceitos.&lt;br /&gt;E com a ternura deixa seu nome gravado&lt;br /&gt;No coração que trago dentro do peito.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sem a mulher o mundo seria triste,&lt;br /&gt;Vazio, opaco e sem emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza, não haveria poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a mulher é a própria inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 08 de Março: "Dia Internacional da Mulher"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114176012930599215?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114176012930599215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114176012930599215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114176012930599215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114176012930599215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/mulher.html' title='Mulher'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114108000390158099</id><published>2006-02-27T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:40:03.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma fria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/Image3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/Image3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ALMA FRIA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://reconstruindoideias.blog-se.com.br/"&gt;Tata Alves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sinto-me como um zumbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorrio sem ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Choro sem lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pela vida vagando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Assombram-me fantasmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enrolo-me em cobertores de corpos sem pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ando existindo pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem nada a oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um dia eu volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Juro que volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Permito-me morrer com o coração batendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sentindo o corpo quente e a alma fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu sou sem estar sendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já fui melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jamais serei como eu era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acho que nunca fui nada demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou de menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem ser pouca coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Permito-me morrer com o coração batendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sentindo a dor cortante da falta de desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rejeito abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Os beijos não me instigam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Parecem-me azedo os amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Minhas palavras morrem na garganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O ar abundante me sufoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As forças não faltam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quem me dera faltassem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Minha alma esta fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estou sem esperanças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um dia eu volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Juro que volto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Por hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Permito-me morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;com o coração batendo.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114108000390158099?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114108000390158099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114108000390158099&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114108000390158099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114108000390158099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/02/alma-fria.html' title='Alma fria'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114107798019119809</id><published>2006-02-27T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:13:22.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Amor que sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http;//docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2185/320/fantasaia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;DO AMOR QUE SEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tintaspoeticas.blog-se.com.br/"&gt;Ubiratan Jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O amor que sinto eu o chamo de saudade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Porque ao peito invade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inquieta o sono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E antecipa da manhã as primeiras horas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É penumbra, é vento frio, é ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sim, o amor que sinto eu chamo de ilusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pois me confunde os gestos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;me deixa em neblina os passos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não me deixa mais ao certo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;se é mesmo um rosto tal visão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E me põe palmo a palmo com reflexos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É espectro, é vulto, é turvo.. é laço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas, o amor que sinto também é silêncio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aquele que desmancha as sílabas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;reinventa as linguagens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dos homens, dos Elfos ou Anjos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Faz de um abraço uma promessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É olho no olho, é calma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é o colo sem pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Na verdade, o amor que sinto é, talvez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a ausência de tudo isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ou a mistura de tudo que me consome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É a libido livre, do gemido ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ao torpor da matinal aragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sim, o amor que sinto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É a saudade que tranca a garganta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a névoa de um receio que ora ilude e some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas, a certeza é que não é nenhuma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;dessas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É, na verdade, o som do teu Nome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114107798019119809?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114107798019119809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114107798019119809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114107798019119809'/><link rel='self' 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Ou quase...rsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estou na promoção da Bavaria, quer ver vai lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pode votar, você que sabe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bavariapremium.com.br/saborosos/listaDetalhe.aspx?idPerson=5728"&gt;&lt;img height="125" src="http://www.bavariapremium.com.br/img/ico_blog.gif" width="85" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114098768843684910?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114098768843684910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-114064257935747304</id><published>2006-02-22T18:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:57:39.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo Poético Para Nina n°0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/fantasia1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SOLO POÉTICO PARA NINA N°0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemcarnenempeixe.weblogger.terra.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dinho Bandini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Assim que o suor acalmar&lt;br /&gt;Abre os olhos e me recebe&lt;br /&gt;Larga no armário tudo que te agarra&lt;br /&gt;Se agarra como se tudo fosse acabar&lt;br /&gt;Isso que guardo pra ti é o melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;Isso que rimo feio é amor sim&lt;br /&gt;isso que faço agora&lt;br /&gt;-e te contraria-&lt;br /&gt;É o que tenho pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;que te gosto um tantão assim&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114064257935747304?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114064257935747304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114064257935747304&amp;isPopup=true' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.praiagrande.sp.gov.br/imagens/upload/993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.praiagrande.sp.gov.br/imagens/upload/993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: Prefeitura de Praia Grande/SP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIAÇABUÇU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(10/02/2006)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;iaçabuçu ela já se chamou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ealeza de relíquias naturais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;s mais belas praias urbanizadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ncomparável grandeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lém do mar...outras belezas&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;arota formosa, se renova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ica, tem 22,5 quilômetros de praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;colhe a todos com amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;o verão, ou em qualquer estação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;eixando muitas saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;m todos os que se vão.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-114018367184419396?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114018367184419396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=114018367184419396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114018367184419396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/114018367184419396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/02/piaabuu.html' title='Piaçabuçu'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113975433800829789</id><published>2006-02-12T12:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:16:12.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por falar em flor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/tropical_amazoned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por falar em flor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Herculano Alencar&lt;br /&gt;(09/02/2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Forjar de uma flor a poesia&lt;br /&gt;É muito fácil pra qualquer poeta,&lt;br /&gt;Pois, ao brotar, a flor já vem repleta:&lt;br /&gt;Cada detalhe é uma poesia!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Forjar do amor a alma em poesia&lt;br /&gt;É muito fácil pra qualquer poeta,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amor é obra já completa,&lt;br /&gt;Capitulada pela poesia.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é forjar da poesia&lt;br /&gt;A flor, em delicada peloria,&lt;br /&gt;A gemular todo seu esplendor...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Fazer brotar do pólen e do perfume&lt;br /&gt;Todo lirismo de que se presume&lt;br /&gt;Possa o poeta emprestar à flor.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113975433800829789?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113975433800829789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113971663480886104</id><published>2006-02-12T01:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:17:19.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amada mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/Image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amada mulher &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Daniel Fiúza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(11/02/2006) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu és falsa imagem do pecado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dando luz, dando vida, dando amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só terás na vida um breve amado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viveras d’um efêmero pecador. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os homens que por ti se apaixonaram, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teriam para o futuro o que dizer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois ao te conhecerem abandonaram &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tua ânsia de volúpia e de prazer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eras de ninguém e a todos pertencias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como aranha numa teia, altar da morte, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perder amor de nenhum dele tu querias. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O teu sensível se perdeu na sorte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdeste a majestade que sentias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sozinha sem amante sem consorte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113971663480886104?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113971663480886104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113958679526129599</id><published>2006-02-10T13:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:18:03.626-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O mais belo poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/200/imagebase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O MAIS BELO POEMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Astenio Cesar Fernandes&lt;br /&gt;(04/02/2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O mais belo poema&lt;br /&gt;está inscrito na alma&lt;br /&gt;do poeta que viveu&lt;br /&gt;os versos postados.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na alma do poeta&lt;br /&gt;vive insculpida&lt;br /&gt;a excepcionalidade&lt;br /&gt;desse amor vivido.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O amor aos seus versos&lt;br /&gt;é o sentido da vida&lt;br /&gt;da poesia e é feito, assim,&lt;br /&gt;o juízo do poema perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113958679526129599?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113958679526129599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113958679526129599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link 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href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img467.imageshack.us/img467/8292/encanto8fj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;OS VERSOS DO POETA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicado ao poeta Astenio Cesar Fernandes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(O Mais Belo Poema)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(10/02/2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;“Os versos do poeta&lt;br /&gt;Nasceram em teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Passearam em tua mente&lt;br /&gt;Até chegarem às tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Para se tornar o&lt;br /&gt;Mais belo poema&lt;br /&gt;Que alguém já sonhou&lt;br /&gt;Um poema inscrito na alma&lt;br /&gt;E que fala de amor.”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113958658277426789?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113958658277426789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113958658277426789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113958658277426789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/nude02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LIBERDADE GUIA CEZZANNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Damião Cavalcanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Nua, me apontam teus lindos seios,&lt;br /&gt;Arrancaste as penas das minhas asas,&lt;br /&gt;Meu sangue escorre vermelho em teias...&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste meu corpo ardendo em brasas.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não vires animal, minha bela fera.&lt;br /&gt;Basta eu ser esse animal instinto.&lt;br /&gt;Para não devorar tua carne viva,&lt;br /&gt;Resisto à fome, fico faminto...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Voa bem alto sem perder altura,&lt;br /&gt;Para não caíres neste labirinto.&lt;br /&gt;O Minotauro que te ama clama,&lt;br /&gt;Já não suporta ficar mais faminto.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Corpo prazer que se liberta em nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Tomaste asas e me deixaste plumas.&lt;br /&gt;Fico na terra te sonhando aos ares,&lt;br /&gt;Ganhaste o mar, lavo com lágrimas as dunas.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113954408693589288?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113954408693589288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113954408693589288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113954408693589288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113954408693589288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/02/liberdade-guia-cezzanne.html' title='A Liberdade guia Cezzanne'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113937171303935058</id><published>2006-02-08T02:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:58:58.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta ao poeta Damião Cavalcanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img7.exs.cx/img7/8144/9990000000192257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Resposta ao poema de Damião Cavalcanti&lt;br /&gt;“EXISTÊNCIA E LIBERDADE”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"Abri as portas do curral,&lt;br /&gt;Tomei as asas, do animal!&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei os céus até achar...&lt;br /&gt;Viver com liberdade&lt;br /&gt;É existir querendo ser...tua."&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(08/02/2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113937171303935058?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113937171303935058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113937171303935058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113937171303935058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113937171303935058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/02/resposta-ao-poeta-damio-cavalcanti.html' title='Resposta ao poeta Damião Cavalcanti'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113937094080218415</id><published>2006-02-08T01:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:20:10.086-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Existência e liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/starheadcrunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXISTÊNCIA E LIBERDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Damião Cavalcanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Femina na beleza,&lt;br /&gt;Mascula na virilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Sem tempo, sem idade,&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome: liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade sem virilidade&lt;br /&gt;É luta sem espada.&lt;br /&gt;É um grito de esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Uma boca amordaçada.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade sem beleza&lt;br /&gt;É prisão existencial.&lt;br /&gt;Ofensa à natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Uma caça no curral.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Onde a presa espera morte,&lt;br /&gt;Para isso foi caçada.&lt;br /&gt;A morte aguarda a presa,&lt;br /&gt;Para isso é esperada.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Abre as portas do curral,&lt;br /&gt;Toma asas, animal!&lt;br /&gt;Ganha os céus até perder...&lt;br /&gt;Viver sem liberdade&lt;br /&gt;É existir sem querer ser...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Cezzanne &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coloquei 06 estrelas em teu poema &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por amá-lo por igual como a você, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copiei teu poema ao contestar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como uma prova do meu bem querer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recopiei em teu site o teu poema &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para levá-lo na hora de deitar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E deitando com ele junto ao peito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenha eu o direito de sonhar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sonhando contigo deste jeito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possa libertar-te do conflito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizendo que ainda tens direito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A um amor, claro e bem bonito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desses que da vontade de se ter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E no gozo maior, final, no infinito, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possas ouvir gemidos e meu grito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao acordar abraçado com você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspirado no poema Conflito, de Vera Lucia F.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113936817319875409?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113936817319875409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113936817319875409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113936817319875409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/7564/reidepaus3kc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva El Rey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Edimo Ginot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;hoje subiu ao trono um novo rei&lt;br /&gt;não sei se de copas ou de paus&lt;br /&gt;não sei se dos bons ou dos maus&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;hoje subiu ao trono um novo rei&lt;br /&gt;não sei se de espada ou de ouros&lt;br /&gt;mas antes da justiça vem os louros&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;hoje subiu ao trono um novo rei&lt;br /&gt;com título, função e um ministéiro&lt;br /&gt;tudo simples sem nenhum mistério&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;e eu parte do todo continuarei&lt;br /&gt;e se não danço, dançarei&lt;br /&gt;e se não canto, cantarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que hoje subiu ao trono um novo rei&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;VIVA EL REY&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;não sei se El Rey&lt;br /&gt;El Rey devia ser&lt;br /&gt;mas o rei está posto&lt;br /&gt;o que se há de fazer?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113935744639216156?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113935744639216156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113935744639216156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113935744639216156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/girl_time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Egocêntrica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reconstruindoideias.blog-se.com.br/"&gt;Tata Alves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centro do meu mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umbigo do universo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas minhas artérias correm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sangue que alimenta o sistema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nervoso de todo o planeta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus é meu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo pertence a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É para mim que o sol nasce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra que eu durma em paz ele se põe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A natureza germina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao toque de minhas mãos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na planta de meus pés&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta a raiz da árvore da vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo foi usado como molde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou a mãe de Adão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo foi feito por mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo por razão de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou quem realmente importa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quem realmente interessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, eu, eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depois de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só o que eu permitir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louvem-me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou o verbo principal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113847555340981867?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113847555340981867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113847555340981867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113847555340981867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113847555340981867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/egocntrica.html' title='Egocêntrica'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113846667459057242</id><published>2006-01-28T14:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:44:34.593-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por minha conta e risco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/k99qau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/k99qau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por minha conta e risco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://efervescencia.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;Nytxia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Disseste-me que os dias eram diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Eles são iguais.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que as noites eram quentes&lt;br /&gt;e as horas banais.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;No meu relógio, controlaste os ponteiros,&lt;br /&gt;No meu quarto, deste-me uma chave.&lt;br /&gt;Arquivaste os teus crimes verdadeiros&lt;br /&gt;e aniquilaste o meu pecado grave...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Disseste-me para abrir as portas,&lt;br /&gt;abri-las e nada mais...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;E o peso que tu suportas&lt;br /&gt;é o peso do meu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O caminho era o correcto,&lt;br /&gt;segundo a tua ideia e a dos outros...&lt;br /&gt;Migalhas de afecto&lt;br /&gt;e caixas de desejos loucos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;É pena que tenha perdido a tua chave&lt;br /&gt;e que mais ninguém adivinhe os meus passos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não é como os outros pensam...&lt;br /&gt;Agora...&lt;br /&gt;é por minha conta e risco.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113846667459057242?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113846667459057242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113846667459057242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113846667459057242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113846667459057242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/por-minha-conta-e-risco.html' title='Por minha conta e risco'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113846637075923744</id><published>2006-01-28T14:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:39:30.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estarás</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Estarás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisbon52.com/Chico_Dias/Poemas.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chico Dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(5-20-00)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tu estarás,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre na minha poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Tu viverás,&lt;br /&gt;Em mim, no dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tu sempre estarás,&lt;br /&gt;No meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Tu viverás,&lt;br /&gt;Para mim todo o momento.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tu serás,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre um dos, meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Tu viverás,&lt;br /&gt;Naqueles momentos risonhos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tu deveras estás,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Tu viverás,&lt;br /&gt;Nele mesmo, pensando que não.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tu nos meus lábios estarás,&lt;br /&gt;Com os teus beijos querida.&lt;br /&gt;Tu para sempre viverás,&lt;br /&gt;Em mim toda a VIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113846637075923744?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113846637075923744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113846637075923744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113846637075923744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113846637075923744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/estars.html' title='Estarás'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113846583884015334</id><published>2006-01-28T14:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:30:38.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o sol raiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/girl_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/girl_sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Quando o sol raiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudosobreivy.blog-se.com.br/blog/conteudo/home.asp?idblog=125"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Ivy Dias de Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na minha casa tem pão com linguiça&lt;br /&gt;domingo tem macarrão&lt;br /&gt;na cama tem preguiça&lt;br /&gt;sujeira, não tem no chão.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;a mãe fica brava se desarrumo o armário&lt;br /&gt;o pai fica bravo se chego tarde&lt;br /&gt;a mãe fica alegre quando converso&lt;br /&gt;o pai quando antes de dormir me despeço.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dois irmãos, sou filha do meio&lt;br /&gt;o espeto, o recheio, a balança&lt;br /&gt;que pondera, se intromete e reclama&lt;br /&gt;sou a advogada do diabo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sou querida.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vai espichar a família&lt;br /&gt;e encurtar a cama&lt;br /&gt;enquanto esta hora não chega&lt;br /&gt;curto com saudade o dia que proclama:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol raiar surgirão novas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113846583884015334?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113846583884015334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113846583884015334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113846583884015334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113846583884015334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/quando-o-sol-raiar.html' title='Quando o sol raiar'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113786979382132401</id><published>2006-01-21T16:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:56:33.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseguir o arco-íris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/nytxia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/nytxia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Perseguir o arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://efervescencia.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;(Nytxia/Portugal)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Estava sozinha na noite escura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E na noite escura me perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Procurei um olhar, uma voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Um sinal? Um sorriso com secura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Mas nada eu vi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Nada eu vi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A chuva violenta a perseguir-te na estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Tu a fugires da sombra de um pecado mortal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Transforma as tuas lágrimas em água estagnada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Satisfaz o teu desejo e sacia a tua sede fatal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tudo neste mundo tem um limite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E o meu limite é o fim do arco-iris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sem descanso, eu persegui-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sem descanso, persegui o arco-iris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tudo neste mundo tem um limite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E o meu limite sao as cores do céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sem descanso, cobre-me um véu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Que jamais me descobrirás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Estava sozinha naquela noite fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E na noite gelada me perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Procurei um calor que nao existia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Um abraço apertado, um beijo aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Mas nada eu senti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Nada eu senti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O vento e a aragem de uma floresta longínqua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Um sonho utópico a emergir de uma voz suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;O teu cabelo a esvoaçar numa ruela propinqua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;A tua voz nos meus ouvidos e o som de uma chave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(este foi escrito em Janeiro de 2005, desconheço o que me motivou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://efervescencia.blogs.sapo.pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/k98k5s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113786979382132401?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113786979382132401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113786979382132401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113786979382132401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113786979382132401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/perseguir-o-arco-ris.html' title='Perseguir o arco-íris'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113786178996227648</id><published>2006-01-21T14:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:00:43.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drummond tinha razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/River.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drummond tinha razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amoremversoeprosa.com/"&gt;Tere Penhabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo&lt;br /&gt;que amava Maria que amava Joaquim que amava Lili&lt;br /&gt;que não amava ninguém." Drummond&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Ah poeta, como percebeste bem o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;nessa grande messe&lt;br /&gt;de corações caçadores e carentes&lt;br /&gt;buscando incansáveis o amor que lhes cabe...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginas a verdade que continha&lt;br /&gt;nessas tuas ingênuas linhas&lt;br /&gt;que traçaram esse poema intenso&lt;br /&gt;com tudo que eu vivi, que hoje eu penso.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Fui amada por João&lt;br /&gt;de tão meigo coração&lt;br /&gt;que me estendeu seu doce sentimento&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim, obriguei-o à desilusão...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, amei José&lt;br /&gt;homem bom, cheio de fé&lt;br /&gt;um verso do poema da vida&lt;br /&gt;que infelizmente não me quer...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;E agora José?...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Agora não vou para o convento&lt;br /&gt;pois já não há mais tempo&lt;br /&gt;também é tarde pra chorar&lt;br /&gt;as lágrimas, eu esqueci como se faz...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tampouco ficarei para tia&lt;br /&gt;pois abriguei amores pequeninos&lt;br /&gt;de laços que não sobreviveram&lt;br /&gt;meus doces e saudosos meninos...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Então agora, enquanto espero a minha hora&lt;br /&gt;eu viverei para o meu grande sonho&lt;br /&gt;que era contar histórias&lt;br /&gt;e espero ter alguém para ouvi-las...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Santos, 19.01.2006_9:00 hs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amoremversoepresa.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://www.amoremversoeprosa.com/Imagens/amor_em_verso_e_prosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amoremversoeprosa.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113786178996227648?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113786178996227648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113786178996227648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113786178996227648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113786178996227648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/drummond-tinha-razo.html' title='Drummond tinha razão'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113785717387265922</id><published>2006-01-21T13:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:26:13.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema para os teus olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/belosolhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/belosolhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POEMA PARA OS TEUS OLHOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ivana Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teus olhos são duas estrelas em prantos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doces acalantos, razão de minha derradeira ilusão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São como sonhos, irreais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imersos,juntos e diversos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procriando mundos,inspirando versos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São duas chamas acesas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lânguidas, libertas,num diálogo mudo de belezas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São como a brisa imprecisa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etéreos,calando-me puros na alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plenos de segredos e mistérios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São como o acontecer do preamar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lançando poesia no ar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunas, sereias, murmúrios de mar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São teus olhinhos pétalas de flor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aveludados, meigos, castanhos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arcanjos, pérolas do meu amor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113785717387265922?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113785717387265922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113785717387265922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113785717387265922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/altar-de-afrodite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thiagopuff.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/webci699.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do que detesto e gosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tintaspoeticas.blog-se.com.br/"&gt;Ubiratan Jr. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de cachorro quente frio&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de trânsito lento&lt;br /&gt;De lixos nas calçadas ou de filmes trash&lt;br /&gt;Da falta de coberta em dia de frio&lt;br /&gt;Mas, sorrio e gosto de ver a tua chegada&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de novelas mexicanas&lt;br /&gt;De cobranças depois da cama&lt;br /&gt;Nem de trotes ou dos destemperos das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Nem do erro no tempero do almoço ou de pisar na lama&lt;br /&gt;Mas, adoro teus caprichos, chiliques e dramas&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;É......não gosto de rock metal pesado&lt;br /&gt;De gente que faz pose&lt;br /&gt;De quem vê na vida um fardo&lt;br /&gt;Ou de olhares sem close&lt;br /&gt;Nem de verdura com passas&lt;br /&gt;Mas, amo a tua fragilidade, tua feminilidade.. teu charme&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;É sim.. não gosto de sorvete aguado&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de mudar de calçadas&lt;br /&gt;Ou de pular poças de água e compromissos adiados&lt;br /&gt;De cabeças na frente do cinema e desculpas esfarrapadas&lt;br /&gt;Mas, amo teu sorriso, teu gosto, teu abrigo&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, detesto mesmo é a leviandade das bocas&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que beijam sem levar em conta o alento&lt;br /&gt;E também desprezo os abraços sem saudade, da neutra cordialidade&lt;br /&gt;Desprezo o morno, o celular quando descarrega e os joguinhos sentimentais&lt;br /&gt;Mas.. de você.. adoro o gosto, o cruzar das pernas&lt;br /&gt;De te ver acordar e poder dizer... TE AMO!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As Poesias são registradas. Copyright@ Ubiratan Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113764821468608207?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113764821468608207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113764821468608207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113764821468608207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113764821468608207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-que-detesto-e-gosto.html' title='Do que detesto e gosto'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113764766218475268</id><published>2006-01-19T03:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:18:51.290-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Secreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rivendell.fortunecity.com/rhydin/959/donmaitz/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rivendell.fortunecity.com/rhydin/959/donmaitz/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SECRETO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Com tradução de Rosa Buk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(06.01.2005) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Hay un secreto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que traigo en mi alma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y me ofrece calma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un secreto contenido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De un tiempo perdido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En la luz de la luz de la luna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siempre acuno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi tormento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignorarlo, me hace delirar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es un secreto del alma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que cabe en la palma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para consolarme &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengo un secreto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que vive en el lodo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero no te revelo&lt;br /&gt;Y llevo hacia mi lecho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113764766218475268?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113764766218475268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113764766218475268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113764766218475268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113764766218475268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/secreto.html' title='Secreto'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113764598507690524</id><published>2006-01-19T02:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:46:25.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Concreto e abstrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.georgetown.edu/faculty/irvinem/visualarts/Image-Library/Picasso/picasso.lanscape_with_bridge-1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.georgetown.edu/faculty/irvinem/visualarts/Image-Library/Picasso/picasso.lanscape_with_bridge-1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCRETO E ABSTRATO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Daniel Fiúza&lt;br /&gt;(13/07/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é corpo&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é espaço&lt;br /&gt;Meu espaço é tempo&lt;br /&gt;Meu tempo eu disfarço.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A vida que traço&lt;br /&gt;No espaço do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Da régua e compasso&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é isento.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo que esgarço&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo cinzento&lt;br /&gt;A régua é lamento&lt;br /&gt;Compasso do crasso.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;No espaço que nasço&lt;br /&gt;Esse corpo atento&lt;br /&gt;Na trégua da régua&lt;br /&gt;Tem vida e alimento.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O compasso que faço&lt;br /&gt;A trégua que trago&lt;br /&gt;No meu dia vago&lt;br /&gt;Meu sonho é tormento.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113764598507690524?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113764412428172144</id><published>2006-01-19T02:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:15:24.300-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Verdade das Coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/nyangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/nyangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A VERDADE DAS COISAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jorge Humberto&lt;br /&gt;(18/04/2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu silêncio azul,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o que constrói&lt;br /&gt;É um rio que passa, as&lt;br /&gt;Flores e as vontades também,&lt;br /&gt;Dos homens de boa vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Há a voz do que não reina,&lt;br /&gt;Testemunha antiga de muitos&lt;br /&gt;Mitos contraditórios e falsos&lt;br /&gt;Testamentos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;E nem lhe importa o reino.&lt;br /&gt;Se flores há, se corre o rio&lt;br /&gt;Ou a vontade é do homem,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quererá ele reinar então,&lt;br /&gt;Não é o que há e corre,&lt;br /&gt;O que, já correndo, constrói,&lt;br /&gt;Ou do Homem, sua vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Se a vontade é uma flor,&lt;br /&gt;No rio que há, porque passa,&lt;br /&gt;Passou e há-de passar,&lt;br /&gt;Como coisa que está&lt;br /&gt;E é e será e voltará a ser,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a si própria se constrói,&lt;br /&gt;De sua vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Já no homem verdade?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Neste meu silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o azul é todo este azul&lt;br /&gt;Que há e o que não se vê,&lt;br /&gt;Toda a voz é a voz primeira,&lt;br /&gt;Do que, embora sem reino,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre reinará.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113764412428172144?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113764412428172144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113764412428172144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113764412428172144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113764412428172144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/01/verdade-das-coisas.html' title='A Verdade das Coisas'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113743432054663970</id><published>2006-01-16T15:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:58:40.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Transição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/roy16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/roy16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRANSIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tânia Mara Novak&lt;br /&gt;(24/01/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos todos hipnotizados, em um mundo de ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Exeto aqueles, que usando os olhos da alma, podem sentir a transição.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que sabemos disto então?&lt;br /&gt;Nada! Pois nossa alma vaga abandonada&lt;br /&gt;e nossa visão permanece embaçada.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Devemos abrir os olhos. Acordar!&lt;br /&gt;Despertar destes sonhos hipnóticos,&lt;br /&gt;Que nos acompanham, desde tempos remotos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Almas! Somos todos "UM"&lt;br /&gt;E como "UM" devemos viver!&lt;br /&gt;Nos portar, nos amar e Orar!&lt;br /&gt;Ganhamos a cada dia uma nova chance.&lt;br /&gt;Não a deixemos escapar.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A terra grandiosa, está deixando o mundo de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;para ingressar na quarta dimensão.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os seres serão alertados, chamados e convocados.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto só os que amam serão acordados.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Se amarmos de verdade, sem escolhas ou imposições,&lt;br /&gt;Teremos a felicidade em nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113743432054663970?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113743432054663970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113587247993965526</id><published>2005-12-29T14:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:07:59.953-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/456/feliz2006g6xz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/456/feliz2006g6xz.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img283.imageshack.us/img283/9218/feliz20064fp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img283.imageshack.us/img283/9218/feliz20064fp.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113526146148436662</id><published>2005-12-22T12:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:27:09.016-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Síndrome de Dom Juan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/domjuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/domjuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Síndrome de Dom Juan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ubiratan Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O vinho, os castiçais, o tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A brisa... a lembrança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As sementes do tempo que pela brisa são levadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tragadas pela lembrança das tuas mãos nômades em meu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Nestas lembranças a ti eu me alio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nesta breve chegada da manhã aos teus desejos me antecipo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos teus segredos participo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me rendo as tuas rendas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a cor púrpura dos teus lábios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, me entrego ao impulso dos teus traços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E invado os teus lados, o profano e o sagrado, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No calor dos abraços te faço propostas despidas de qualquer pudor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Assim, como um cigano percorro as linhas do teu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E na penumbra dos castiçais te faço aflita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derramas em meus braços teus momentos contidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E teus lábios em brilho me mostram a inocência da libido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Retornam as brumas da tarde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me persuade em teu corpo o almíscar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A me aliciar novamente a mirra em teus beijos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retornam as vagas da noite...fenecem os receios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vinho então reinventa os carinhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O teu toque por entre os lençóis suaves recriam os instintos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que do teu corpo nada sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me chamas "Dom Juan", mas retiraste minha máscara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobriste nesta dança meus mistérios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sem querer compreender desejo te amar não apenas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mais esta vez...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As Poesias são registradas. Copyright@ Ubiratan Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113526146148436662?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113526146148436662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113526146148436662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113526146148436662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113526146148436662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/12/sndrome-de-dom-juan.html' title='Síndrome de Dom Juan'/><author><name>Artes e 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CÉSINHA*!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Escalei e cheguei&lt;br /&gt;Nos braços&lt;br /&gt;Do Cristo Redentor&lt;br /&gt;O Nosso Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Só pra te parabenizar&lt;br /&gt;De forma especial&lt;br /&gt;Com meu amor total&lt;br /&gt;Quero te homenagear&lt;br /&gt;No seu dia natal&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;As palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Porém são as mesmas&lt;br /&gt;Para que me entendas&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te dar um “Mundo”&lt;br /&gt;De parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;E o maior de todos no seu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Recebas, com todo meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(*) César Augusto ou Césinha, é meu filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113509534706880693?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113500142230192822</id><published>2005-12-19T12:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:10:22.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/8674/nasceujesus7dy.gif" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; FELIZ NATAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que nesse Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nasça em todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os corações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Paz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A fraternidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A união, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A harmonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E a poesia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113500142230192822?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113500142230192822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113500142230192822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113500142230192822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Rimas**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tata Alves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero falar de emoção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das coisas do coração!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De alegria Não!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou falar de tristeza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das intemperanças da dor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta meus amigos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem bem mais valor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejam amigos queridos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tristeza chega devagar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem arranhandoenraíza aqui dentro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no fundofica do tamanho do mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! Meus amigos! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há para onde correr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há buraco onde se possa esconder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lateja forte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos mata aos pouquinhos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos deixa deste tamaninho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei bem o que é isto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria eu dizer que não!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tristeza queridinhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É uma mulher sem compaixão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que a dor é tão marcante?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simples.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_A dor é a estrela, não a coadjuvante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela é essencial pra distinção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a ponte entre a alegria do sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a tristeza do não!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113483435504882258?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113483435504882258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113483435504882258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113483435504882258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113483435504882258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/12/rimas.html' title='Rimas'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113449834987479225</id><published>2005-12-13T16:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:25:49.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz na Terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/anjo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/anjo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; PAZ NA TERRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(13/12/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que os anjos&lt;br /&gt;Nos tragam muita paz&lt;br /&gt;E aos povos fraternidade&lt;br /&gt;Mais união e solidariedade&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que os anjos&lt;br /&gt;Deixem o amor entrar&lt;br /&gt;Em nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Para habitar e amar...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que os anjos&lt;br /&gt;Parem as guerras, para sempre&lt;br /&gt;E que venha a Paz tão desejada&lt;br /&gt;A Paz Mundial!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que os anjos&lt;br /&gt;Não permitam&lt;br /&gt;Faltar em nenhum prato&lt;br /&gt;O alimento e a esperança&lt;br /&gt;De vida!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que os anjos&lt;br /&gt;Nasçam todos&lt;br /&gt;E que sejam poetas&lt;br /&gt;E nos presenteiem com muita:&lt;br /&gt;PAZ, UNIÃO E SOLIDARIEDADE&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os povos do mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113449834987479225?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113449834987479225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113449834987479225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113449834987479225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113449834987479225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/12/paz-na-terra.html' title='Paz na Terra'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113449708901891827</id><published>2005-12-13T15:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:34:37.056-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração ou a vontade de escrever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/girl_men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/girl_men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Inspiração ou a vontade de escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Márcia Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonho ser gueixa dele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A eleitaA preferida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher dos sonhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer tudo que o seu Mestre mandar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre obedecer,REVERENCIAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é intrigante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ar de quem tudo sabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um homem fascinante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com essa mania de querer o impossível!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho febre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tento disfarçar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inútil disciplinar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me jogo ao risco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrisco tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entregue à paixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perco a direção. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, lembre-se:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O poeta MENTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Completa MENTE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfeita MENTE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perigosa MENTE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ApaixonadaMENTE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113449708901891827?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113449708901891827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113449708901891827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113449708901891827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113449708901891827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/12/inspirao-ou-vontade-de-escrever.html' title='Inspiração ou a vontade de escrever'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113380678590312164</id><published>2005-12-05T16:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:19:48.223-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/nasnuvens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/nasnuvens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESEJO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tata Alves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lua cheia no céu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suores sem causa aparente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coração pulando no peito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intenções primitivas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frio na espinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar fumegante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vinho esquecido no canto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje virá para a taça!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebida da luxuria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convite ao pecado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uva na essência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cor de sangue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheiro de homem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabor de vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabeça girando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corpo pendendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boca pedindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corpo chamando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ardente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasciva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devassa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113380678590312164?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113380678590312164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113380678590312164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113380678590312164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113380678590312164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/12/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113366986078611149</id><published>2005-12-04T02:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:17:41.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Concha e a Virgem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/vignette_kioko_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/vignette_kioko_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A CONCHA E A VIRGEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gonçalves Dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Linda concha que passava,&lt;br /&gt;Boiando por sobre o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Junto a uma rocha, onde estava&lt;br /&gt;Triste donzela a pensar,&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Perguntou-lhe: — "Virgem bela,&lt;br /&gt;Que fazes no teu cismar?"&lt;br /&gt;— "E tu", pergunta a donzela,&lt;br /&gt;"Que fazes no teu vagar?"&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Responde a concha: — "Formada&lt;br /&gt;Por estas águas do mar,&lt;br /&gt;Sou pelas águas levada,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei onde vou parar!"&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Responde a virgem sentida,&lt;br /&gt;Que estava triste a pensar:&lt;br /&gt;— "Eu também vago na vida,&lt;br /&gt;Como tu vagas no mar!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"Vais duma a outra das vagas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu dum a outro cismar;&lt;br /&gt;Tu indolente divagas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sofro triste a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"Vais onde te leva a sorte,&lt;br /&gt;Eu, onde me leva Deus:&lt;br /&gt;Buscas a vida, — eu a morte;&lt;br /&gt;Buscas a terra, — eu os céus!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113366986078611149?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113366986078611149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113366986078611149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113366986078611149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113366986078611149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/12/concha-e-virgem.html' title='A Concha e a Virgem'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113314321898108835</id><published>2005-11-27T23:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:00:18.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Líquido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kissdesign.org/postoffice/images/postales_printemps/carte_printemps057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kissdesign.org/postoffice/images/postales_printemps/carte_printemps057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LÍQUIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Flora Figueiredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu beijo é tanto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tamanho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nele me dispo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me banho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me adoço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo no pescoço &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma gota ativa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para te manter molhado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto posso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa umidade me conserva viva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113314321898108835?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113314321898108835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113314321898108835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113314321898108835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113314321898108835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/lquido.html' title='Líquido'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113314278699317838</id><published>2005-11-27T23:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:53:07.006-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kissdesign.org/postoffice/images/postales_annes_geddes/carte029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kissdesign.org/postoffice/images/postales_annes_geddes/carte029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RECUERDOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dulces recuerdos de la vieja infancia, de las bromas de niño.&lt;br /&gt;Del olor de la rosa mojada.&lt;br /&gt;Memorias que se quedan guardadas, sabores que ya no vuelven...&lt;br /&gt;De todo se queda un poco, se queda algo de todo...&lt;br /&gt;Busque ser feliz hoy, pero no olvide de ayer.&lt;br /&gt;Besitos con sabor de la infancia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113314278699317838?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113314278699317838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113314278699317838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113314278699317838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113314278699317838'/><link 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; JANGADAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(25.11.2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Apenas naveguei em jangadas&lt;br /&gt;Não enfrentei ondas ariscas&lt;br /&gt;Nem me perdi na vastidão&lt;br /&gt;Das noites em alto-mar&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sempre soube...&lt;br /&gt;Que algum destino estava&lt;br /&gt;Reservado para mim&lt;br /&gt;E está ligado aos oceanos&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui me afastando&lt;br /&gt; Dos sinalizadores&lt;br /&gt;Se Netuno e Iemanjá permitirem&lt;br /&gt;Vou lançar âncora ao mar&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Vou ancorar o meu casco&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez com calma&lt;br /&gt;E com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Mas, meu casco anda cansado&lt;br /&gt;E ameaça partir&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Embarcação condenada&lt;br /&gt;Minhas velas rasgadas&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é noite... chove&lt;br /&gt;E o vento é forte.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poema inspirado em texto de Rodolfo Torres)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113303247607593163?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113303247607593163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113303247607593163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113303247607593163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113303247607593163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/jangadas.html' title='Jangadas'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113302842782821082</id><published>2005-11-26T16:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:07:07.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Danação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kissdesign.org/postoffice/images/postales_roses/carte_rose0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kissdesign.org/postoffice/images/postales_roses/carte_rose0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;DANAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Flora Figueiredo&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vou saber que dor é essa&lt;br /&gt;Que se espalha roxa&lt;br /&gt;No manso interno de tua coxa.&lt;br /&gt;Vou rastrear o cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Que dorme ousado no meu travesseiro.&lt;br /&gt;Vou perscrutar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Onde se espreguiçam atos falhos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando desvendar toda a patifaria,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te amar&lt;br /&gt;Com teu cinismo e tua biografia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113302842782821082?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113302842782821082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113302842782821082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113302842782821082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113302842782821082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/danao.html' title='Danação'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113282217877677216</id><published>2005-11-24T06:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T06:49:38.790-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela que ama você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/carte_rose0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/carte_rose0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquela que ama você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy Dias de Campos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lembra de onde vim?&lt;br /&gt;Não de muito longe&lt;br /&gt;pois aqui pertinho te via&lt;br /&gt;quando no pensamento sorria&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não lembra de mim?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;aquela azedinha, de língua afiada&lt;br /&gt;aparentemente programada pra lhe chamar,&lt;br /&gt;como personagem de sitcom a falar&lt;br /&gt;de diálogo perfeitamente irônico&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Já lembrou?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;aquela que sente saudade de coçar sua barba&lt;br /&gt;e de seu cheiro de suor de pão amanhecido&lt;br /&gt;aquela que sabe que vc está mentindo quando está sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;lembra, minha risada é aquela que se arma&lt;br /&gt;num cantinho da boca,&lt;br /&gt;pra disparar uma gergalhada sem noção&lt;br /&gt;nem ai se lhe deixa envergonhado.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;eu sou aquela que tem o gosto pra musica contrário do seu,&lt;br /&gt;que discorda em tudo de vc&lt;br /&gt;que acha graça do seu humor mesmo quando não entende&lt;br /&gt;e que fica brava se vc desliga o telefone primeiro&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;eu sou aquela que podia passar o dia inteiro dormindo abraçadinha&lt;br /&gt;aquela de coração condicionado sem mais porquê&lt;br /&gt;aquela que ama você.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113282217877677216?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113282217877677216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113282217877677216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://sv3.mh2img.net/fotos/1105/sonhos-gifs06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sv3.mh2img.net/fotos/1105/sonhos-gifs06.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te Amo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Darley Rodrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;E te amarei durante toda minha eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei nos seus gestos, Te amarei no seu sorriso, Te amarei na sua voz, Te amarei no que você é!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu te amarei em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;No ar que respiramos, num simples cântico dos pássaros, no alvorecer, no crepúsculo, na morte...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amarei no sol que explode sua luz para iluminar a Terra.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei nas chuvas que caem...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na vida... No fim...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;E Nem mesmo o céu ou o inferno podem tirar esse sentimento de mim.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu quero te amar, Te amar nas minhas horas de tristezas, pois sua lembrança só me traz alegrias...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Te amar quando a alegria chegar, pois amor e alegria é a própria felicidade e sou feliz enquanto te amo...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sim, mesmo que em minha vida não exista trevas, Quero te amar.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o amor se torne algo extinto, Quero te amar. Mesmo que a luz do mundo se acabe, Quero te amar...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;E somente a vontade de Deus seria capaz de me tirar todo esse amor que alimenta minha própria existência...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Você mora dentro de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113250947952022166?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113250947952022166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113250947952022166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113250947952022166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113250947952022166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/eu-te-amo.html' title='Eu te Amo...'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113250756187553171</id><published>2005-11-20T15:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:26:01.893-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Política</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/politicas/miseria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/politicas/miseria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A POLÍTICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(20.11.2005)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Vivo num circo&lt;br /&gt;Um circo sem palhaço&lt;br /&gt;No palco da vida&lt;br /&gt;De forma atrevida&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não durmo&lt;br /&gt;Se me alimento&lt;br /&gt;Só como&lt;br /&gt;Resisto...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que importa&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Se é nojo?&lt;br /&gt;Se é repulsa,&lt;br /&gt;Ou raiva?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sou um palhaço&lt;br /&gt;Da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem palco, sem nada&lt;br /&gt;Cansada...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113250756187553171?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113250756187553171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113250756187553171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113250756187553171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113250756187553171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/poltica.html' title='A Política'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/politicas/th_miseria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113227442642033371</id><published>2005-11-17T22:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:40:26.433-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Formosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olharnet.blogger.com.br/anja.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.olharnet.blogger.com.br/anja.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FORMOSA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maciel Monteiro&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Formosa, qual pincel em tela fina&lt;br /&gt;debuxar jamais pôde ou nunca ousaras;&lt;br /&gt;formosa, qual jamais desabrochara&lt;br /&gt;na primavera rosa purpurina;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;formosa, qual se a própria mão divina&lt;br /&gt;lhe alinhara o contorno e a forma rara;&lt;br /&gt;formosa, qual jamais no céu brilhara&lt;br /&gt;astro gentil, estrela peregrina;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formosa, qual se a natureza e a arte,&lt;br /&gt;dando as mãos em seus dons, em seus lavores,&lt;br /&gt;jamais soube imitar no todo ou parte;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;mulher celeste, ó anjo de primores!&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode ver-te, sem querer amar-te?&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode amar-te, sem morrer de amores?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Recife, 1804&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, 1868&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113227442642033371?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113227442642033371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113227442642033371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113227442642033371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113227442642033371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/formosa.html' title='Formosa'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113224872802346090</id><published>2005-11-17T15:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:32:08.036-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/rosa_agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/rosa_agua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CADA POEMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(13/10/2005)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Cada poema tem uma história&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas esculpem as letras&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos embalam os versos&lt;br /&gt;Com aroma de incenso&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Queria dividir o mar ao meio&lt;br /&gt;E desvendar suas ondas&lt;br /&gt;De instantes sublimes&lt;br /&gt;Ou de grandes fracassos&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Em cada poema pousa um cometa&lt;br /&gt;De ilusões e sonhos&lt;br /&gt;De desenganos e perdas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras d’alma&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Repletas de essências&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser a aurora&lt;br /&gt;Para despertá-la com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser o céu, e você a minha lua.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113224872802346090?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113224872802346090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113224872802346090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113224872802346090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113224872802346090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/cada-poema.html' title='Cada poema'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113224641722654141</id><published>2005-11-17T14:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:53:37.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/politicas/brasil_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONTEM...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sueli Bessa Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem o Brasil era bem melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;não era o país de todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;mas era oBrasil de muitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem não tinha televisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;e o rádio era a nossa diversão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje, programa eleitoral gratuito, fazendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;o show dos politicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem o presidente falava todo dia para o Brasil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hoje o presidente só enche o barril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Barril de whisky, barril de charutos, barril de verdinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem o paraíso era aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hoje o paraíso é lá nas Caymas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem eu tinha escola pública,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hoje nem segurança pública.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem se respeitava o Símbolo Nacional,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje querem impôr uma estrela do mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem só tinha político bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hoje é tudo ladrão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Até juiz que era sério, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hoje manda na corrupção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem corrupção dava cadeia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hoje faz pé de meia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem político votava por satisfação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hoje só com mensalão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ontem eu conseguia pensar no futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje? como é duro! Como é duro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113224641722654141?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113224641722654141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113224641722654141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113224641722654141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113224641722654141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/ontem.html' title='Ontem'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/politicas/th_brasil_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113216908692467318</id><published>2005-11-16T17:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:24:46.946-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao revelares o amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/girl_seg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/girl_seg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; AO REVELARES O AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Ao revelares o amor, desvendei seus mistérios, como um fluído de almas que se encontram em sonhos e se fundem no espaço.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;por Vera Lúcia F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113216908692467318?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113216908692467318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113216908692467318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113216908692467318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113216908692467318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/ao-revelares-o-amor.html' title='Ao revelares o amor...'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113181258510214140</id><published>2005-11-12T14:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:23:05.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte de amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/kim016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/kim016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARTE DE AMAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(24/10/2005)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;E tu me amas&lt;br /&gt;Um amor sem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de se entregar&lt;br /&gt;Um amor nas telas&lt;br /&gt;Um amor do mar&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;E tu me amas&lt;br /&gt;Um amor para conjugar&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que se pratica&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que se vive&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;E tu me amas&lt;br /&gt;Um amor sem segredos&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que se revela&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de sentir&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;E tu me amas&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de pele&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de tocar&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de alma&lt;br /&gt;Um amor de amar.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113181258510214140?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113181258510214140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113181258510214140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113181258510214140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113181258510214140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/arte-de-amar.html' title='Arte de amar'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113181229352078632</id><published>2005-11-12T14:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:18:13.546-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorfose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/carte035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/carte035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *Metamorfose*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;TaTa Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Lagarta enrolada no casulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sono pesado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Transformação delicada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Casca grossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Cor marrom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Fase feia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Parece morta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ressecada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Casca rachando;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Camaleando entre as folhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Teias de aranha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ambiente camuflando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Corpo latejando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Asas crescendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Pó se formando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oxigênio agindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Partículas se pigmentando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Natureza transformando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Acordando do sono pesado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;A casca rompeu-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sentiu seu corpo caindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Instinto latente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Bateu asas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Olhou para baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;_Estou voando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Pousou num galho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Num lago, lá embaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Que belo reflexo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;_Que linda sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ela está pronta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sentiu-se segura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;_ Mundo! Aqui vou eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113181229352078632?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113181229352078632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113181229352078632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113181229352078632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113181229352078632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/metamorfose.html' title='Metamorfose'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113168338274761521</id><published>2005-11-11T02:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:29:42.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Céu de três cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/1600/water_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/water_angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Céu de três cores&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Ivy Dias de Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;No céu coube de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;tempo pra paz cor de rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;tempo pra felicidade azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;tempo pra paixão amarela amadurecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;no céu coube, a paixão pela vida, em cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Mas eu não entendo quando este céu foi desabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;se me pergunto, espantada, como pode caber este &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;céu no mundo de hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Fico triste de não ser pra todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;este céu de três cores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113168338274761521?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113168338274761521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113168338274761521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113168338274761521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113168338274761521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/cu-de-trs-cores.html' title='Céu de três cores'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113155941813219471</id><published>2005-11-09T16:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:03:38.150-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuerpo de mujer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/1600/repouso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/1600/repouso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUERPO DE MUJER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;(1904-1973)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos, te pareces al mundo en tu actitud de entrega. Mi cuerpo de labriego salvaje te socava y hace saltar el hijo del fondo de la tierra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fui solo como un túnel. De mí huían los pájaros y en mí la noche entraba su invasión poderosa. Para sobrevivirme te forjé como un arma, como una flecha en mi arco, como una piedra en mi honda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo. Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche ávida y firme. ¡Ah los vasos del pecho! ¡Ah los ojos de ausencia! ¡Ah las rosas del pubis! ¡Ah tu voz lenta y triste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistiré en tu gracia. Mi sed, mi ansia si límite, mi camino indeciso! Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue, y la fatiga sigue, y el dolor infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113155941813219471?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113155941813219471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113155941813219471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113155941813219471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113155941813219471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/cuerpo-de-mujer.html' title='Cuerpo de mujer'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113142292417479321</id><published>2005-11-08T01:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:09:51.726-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kissdesign.org/postoffice/images/postales_orchidees/carte_orchidees001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kissdesign.org/postoffice/images/postales_orchidees/carte_orchidees001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O GRITO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(20/03/2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os nossos governantes não ouviram o Grito do Ipiranga às margens Plácidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o sol da liberdade, não brilhou em raios fúlgidos no céu da nossa Pátria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Pátria mal-amada, Salve! Salve!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasil! Um sonho intenso de desesperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A imagem do Cruzeiro resplandece no céu tristonho e poluído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gigante pela sua natureza, cobiçado pelos estrangeiros capitalistas, invejado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fulguras ó Brasil, florão da América, iluminado ao sol do Novo Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra adorada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Pátria amada BRASIL!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113142292417479321?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113142292417479321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113142292417479321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113142292417479321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113142292417479321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-grito.html' title='O Grito'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113141878167107633</id><published>2005-11-08T00:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:24:50.613-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tu me amas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/orquidea09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/orquidea09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE TU ME AMAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Se tu me amas, ama-me baixinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não o grites de cima dos telhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa em paz os passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa em paz a mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres, enfim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem de ser bem devagarinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amada, que a vida é breve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o amor mais breve ainda ...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113141878167107633?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113141878167107633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113141878167107633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113141878167107633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113141878167107633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/se-tu-me-amas.html' title='Se tu me amas'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113141713114395978</id><published>2005-11-08T00:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:32:11.160-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho tanto sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/orchidees004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/orchidees004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TENHO TANTO SENTIMENTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tanto sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que é freqüente persuadir-me&lt;br /&gt;De que sou sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;Mas reconheço, ao medir-me,&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo isso é pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Que não senti afinal.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;Temos, todos que vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que é vivida&lt;br /&gt;E outra vida que é pensada,&lt;br /&gt;E a única vida que temos&lt;br /&gt;É essa que é dividida&lt;br /&gt;Entre a verdadeira e a errada.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;Qual porém é a verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;E qual errada, ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Nos saberá explicar;&lt;br /&gt;E vivemos de maneira&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida que a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;É a que tem que pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113141713114395978?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113141713114395978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113141713114395978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113141713114395978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113141713114395978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/tenho-tanto-sentimento.html' title='Tenho tanto sentimento'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113141003085462627</id><published>2005-11-07T22:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:33:50.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos Poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/orquidea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/orquidea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DOS POEMAS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Rita Martín&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni país, ni destino,&lt;br /&gt;ni memoria. Monedas&lt;br /&gt;al aire donde, a veces,&lt;br /&gt;es cara. Otra cruz.&lt;br /&gt;La cruz de Cristo&lt;br /&gt;al azar.&lt;br /&gt;E1 azar de Sísifo&lt;br /&gt;en nuestras manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otras palabras, el mes próximo&lt;br /&gt;será invierno en Atlanta, Miami,&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina, Washington,&lt;br /&gt;Chicago, California.&lt;br /&gt;Todo es lo de siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Ningún sitio puede nombrar&lt;br /&gt;la sustancia de otra tierra.&lt;br /&gt;País alguno puede hacer que recobremos&lt;br /&gt;ese fondo sin el que estamos tan vacíos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113141003085462627?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113141003085462627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113131871129719243</id><published>2005-11-06T21:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:11:51.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar ou não Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/1600/3D_kissdesign1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/3D_kissdesign1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAR OU NÃO AMAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Entre duas opções&lt;br /&gt;Estão amar ou não amar&lt;br /&gt;Na primeira&lt;br /&gt;Mora um mundo de emoções&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode doar&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem que ser compartilhado&lt;br /&gt;Com o outro, por você&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda opção&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém e nada&lt;br /&gt;Pode atingir.&lt;br /&gt;Não existe a emoção&lt;br /&gt;Que vem do coração&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Não existe uma paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Mora lá, somente a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113131871129719243?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113131871129719243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113131871129719243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113131871129719243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113131871129719243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/amar-ou-no-amar.html' title='Amar ou não Amar'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113131835456353719</id><published>2005-11-06T20:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:05:54.563-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Sabor de Pecado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/1600/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UM SABOR DE PECADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicia Pavan&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Minha paixão explore meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;invente caminhos, me faça um carinho&lt;br /&gt;beija-me de mansinho,&lt;br /&gt;deixa um rastro de saliva quente&lt;br /&gt;como prova do seu prazer.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quero seu corpo colado ao meu&lt;br /&gt;pele queimando no roçar da minha,&lt;br /&gt;meus dedos lhe acariciando ...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração junto ao seu...&lt;br /&gt;suspiros .....Gemidos...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas eu e você..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Rasgue o preconceito, olha nos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;invade minha boca , me beija agora...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo molhado com sabor de pecado...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113131835456353719?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113131835456353719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113131835456353719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113131835456353719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113131835456353719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/um-sabor-de-pecado.html' title='Um Sabor de Pecado'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113131749064286050</id><published>2005-11-06T20:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:51:30.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Teus Seios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/1600/seios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/seios.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEUS SEIOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mauricio Moretti Barreto&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Teus seios são&lt;br /&gt;sedimentos de amor&lt;br /&gt;soltos mas, encobertos dessa&lt;br /&gt;sensualidade que aflora em teus decotes.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Suave delinear no teu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Nesse vaso inundado de tanta beleza&lt;br /&gt;Sensibilidade aflorada neste meu toque&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo brotar os mais profundos de teus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O que queima cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Com seus bicos entre meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Complementado pelos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;E saciar o nosso prazer.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Dê alegra ao meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Para amar-te intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que para o resto da vida posso te ter.&lt;br /&gt;Teus seios são o  início o meio e fim do prazer...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113131749064286050?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113131749064286050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113131749064286050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113131749064286050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113131749064286050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/teus-seios.html' title='Teus Seios'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113131695110153713</id><published>2005-11-06T20:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:42:31.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração pelo meu País</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/1600/oracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/oracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORAÇÃO PELO MEU PAÍS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Soaroir&lt;br /&gt;(por correio eletrônico)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Oh Senhor salvador do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vos peço de coração&lt;br /&gt;Olhai meu país no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Que nem sempre foi aflição&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a visão da proa&lt;br /&gt;E foram-se as caravelas&lt;br /&gt;Isso não foi à-toa&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje vejo em janelas&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Somos gente de muita sorte&lt;br /&gt;Sem tufão, ciclone ou vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda há tanta morte&lt;br /&gt;Doença, fome ilusão&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, agradeço o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Pois tenho tudo o que quis&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje eu aqui venho&lt;br /&gt;Pedir pelo meu país.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113131695110153713?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113131695110153713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113131612306521897</id><published>2005-11-06T20:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:28:43.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandonado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/1600/kyoto_japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/81/1706/320/kyoto_japan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABANDONADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ESTOU NO LUGAR DE SEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;VIVENDO DEMASIADO&lt;br /&gt;NA MESMA CIDADE&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;COM A MESMA GENTE&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA VOLTARÁS&lt;br /&gt;AO LUGAR QUE ESTOU&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;NO PASSADO&lt;br /&gt;PERTENÇO AO ANJO&lt;br /&gt;QUE ME DEIXOU AQUI&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;AS TARDES SÃO NEGRAS&lt;br /&gt;SEM TER VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;FAZ MAL E ATÉ MATA&lt;br /&gt;SEM VOCÊ AQUI&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113131612306521897?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113131612306521897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113131612306521897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113131612306521897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113131612306521897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/abandonado.html' title='Abandonado'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113130225012733851</id><published>2005-11-06T16:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:37:30.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Cómo están las estrellas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/blue_stars.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/blue_stars.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo están las estrellas?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rosa Buk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Están flacas, en camisón y pantuflas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;desde que te fuiste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Están como siempre, tramando la noche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Están colgadas del techo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sobre mi cama solitaria amorosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;extensión que me resguarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Están enemigas del cielo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;enamoradas de mis pies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Están de campamento territorio de nubes bajas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ciudad Mendoza antes de la lluvia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;confundidas entre las uvas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Están de sorpresa en los ojos de los niños, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;brillo del mañana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Están embalsamando la luz del Universo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;por si acaso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Están incendiadas, explosión del generador cósmico, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;definitivamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;encendidas e incendiadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113130225012733851?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113130225012733851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113130225012733851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113130225012733851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113130225012733851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/cmo-estn-las-estrellas.html' title='¿Cómo están las estrellas?'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113117499281265178</id><published>2005-11-05T05:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:16:32.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/aviacao_pg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/aviacao_pg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIAGEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Sales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;minha vida é uma viagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;que faço todos os dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;viagem de ida e volta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;eu volto com poesias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;eu vou na terra do nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;eu vou na terra do sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;me hospedo em especuluncas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;em lugares geniais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;onde sempre voltarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;às vezes pareço súdito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ás vezes pareço rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;assim é a minha vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;é uma viagem sem escolta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;quando penso que cheguei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;percebo que estou de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113117499281265178?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113117499281265178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113117499281265178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113117499281265178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113117499281265178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/viagem.html' title='Viagem'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113117273839551002</id><published>2005-11-05T04:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T04:38:58.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alucinado por Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/mermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/mermaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALUCINADO POR VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(14/10/2005)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Imenso é o meu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou alucinado por você&lt;br /&gt;Só por um capricho seu&lt;br /&gt;Não entende o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Se estou alucinado&lt;br /&gt;E você como está?&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta estúpida&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Se nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;Há algumas horas&lt;br /&gt;Ou um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Imenso é o meu desassocego&lt;br /&gt;Se estou alucinado&lt;br /&gt;É por te amar demais!.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113117273839551002?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113117273839551002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113117273839551002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113117273839551002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113117273839551002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/alucinado-por-voc.html' title='Alucinado por Você'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113117110435627639</id><published>2005-11-05T04:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T04:11:44.376-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois não reclama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/kissdesign_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/kissdesign_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEPOIS NÃO RECLAMA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Rose de Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Depois não... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Reclama não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Quando vir meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ardendo em chamas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Em labaredas fervendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Caldeirão de desejos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vermelho ancestral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vai! Sai correndo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Senão toco fogo em tuas roupas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Queimo-te por fora e por dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Faço cinzas da tua fogueira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Reduzo-te ao pó e lanço ao vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Num suspiro só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Depois não... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não reclama se me vir correndo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Peladona Louca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Nua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Em plena contra-mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;A paixão incandescente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Meu corpo ardente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vontade indecente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Completamente insana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Doidona de paixão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Não ponha lenha na minha fogueira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Senão te consumo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Num segundo Varão! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Depois não reclama... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ensaio o gesto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Firmo o passo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Rumo ao abstrato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Romântico, bobo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas com desejo de ficção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Na fixação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vai ou vem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113117110435627639?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113117110435627639/comments/default' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113116915581374879</id><published>2005-11-05T03:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T03:39:15.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/beijoverao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/beijoverao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BEIJO DE VERÃO - Acrílico sobre tela por Vera Lucia F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEIJOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fernando Cunha Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos livres beijos plenos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos dados ao coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos quente beijos doces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos tórridos de paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos calmos traçoeiros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos puro verdadeiros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos ao sopro da mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos de amigo de irmão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos de portão calçada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos roubados ou não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos tristes despedida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos da mulher querida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos da mulher amada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beijos dados com emoção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah! se tenho um beijo assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P'ra te ofertar serenamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minha alma saía pela boca e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nessa voragem muito louca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te amaria por fim eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113116915581374879?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113116915581374879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113116915581374879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116915581374879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116915581374879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/beijos.html' title='Beijos'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113116873176073141</id><published>2005-11-05T03:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T03:32:11.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/carte006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/carte006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENTIRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarcisio Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu te digo que chorei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Todos choram me diz você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desde o plebeu até o rei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;choram com ou sem porquê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu digo que fiquei triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Você diz que tristeza é arte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que a ela ninguém resiste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e que está por toda parte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Digo que estou machucado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pelo pior de meus medos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Igual a um pássaro varado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Qual navio entre rochedos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diz que não é nada demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;que estou apenas no portal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;que não importam meus ais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e que ser infeliz é normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meu inferno está completo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Só há abismo por onde vou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mentiu ao dizer: Meu dileto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Em verdade nunca me amou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113116873176073141?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113116873176073141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113116873176073141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116873176073141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116873176073141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/mentira.html' title='Mentira'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113116831251426126</id><published>2005-11-05T03:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T03:25:12.536-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma de Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMA DE POETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Volnei Braga Barba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;neste domingo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ensolarado, de primavera! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;escrevo, o que senti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ao olhar os verdes campos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;de minha terra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;vejo nas flores. do mal-me-quer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;o bem-me-quer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;vejo a natureza cultivando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;nossos lírios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;nas campinas, florescer, crescerem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ter nas matas, a sinfonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;de mil pássaros a cantar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;nas noites, enluaradas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;a poesia, nas canções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;o som, de cascatas, a jorrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;poetizar nos meus versos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;o revoar dos pirilampos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;inveja causar, as estrelas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que lá do céu ficam a assistir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;as estrelas do campo, a brilhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;o grito do quero-quero, anunciar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que alguém está, se aproximando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;o grito da seriema, lá no banhado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;me convidando para sua festa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;então ouço um soluço, brotar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;dentro do peito um coração, a chorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;num dueto com a alma, deste poeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113116831251426126?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113116831251426126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113116831251426126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116831251426126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116831251426126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/alma-de-poeta.html' title='Alma de Poeta'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113116436150534618</id><published>2005-11-05T02:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:21:59.840-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/fantasia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/fantasia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comunista &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria do Socorro Cardoso Xavier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Bens materiais&lt;br /&gt;Compensação vil&lt;br /&gt;Abafadas ou devassados&lt;br /&gt;Infortúnios morais&lt;br /&gt;Quem em meio&lt;br /&gt;Dessas trevas&lt;br /&gt;Com lamparina de luz&lt;br /&gt;Extenuante via sacra&lt;br /&gt;Contemporânea&lt;br /&gt;Possui espírito elástico&lt;br /&gt;Sensível&lt;br /&gt;Agudo senso humanístico&lt;br /&gt;Sente o desgraçado&lt;br /&gt;Luta com ele&lt;br /&gt;Sob a ótica da justiça&lt;br /&gt;Social&lt;br /&gt;Da repartição de riquezas&lt;br /&gt;É rotulado de louco&lt;br /&gt;Ou comunista.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113116436150534618?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113116436150534618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113116436150534618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116436150534618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116436150534618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/comunista.html' title='Comunista'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Meu coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;este eterno vagabundo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;sem paradeiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;alicerces alvorada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;bate incerto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;quando rompe a madrugada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;e soa falso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;quando o dia está para nascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Meu coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;nesta insana inquietude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;tem mais histórias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;que os livros de estudos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;tem mais anseios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;que a vida esperada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;tem mais razões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;que qualquer amanhecer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113116291836407850?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113116291836407850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113116291836407850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116291836407850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116291836407850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/meu-corao.html' title='Meu Coração!'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113116198138567283</id><published>2005-11-05T01:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:40:32.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poética Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/vignette_lyse_004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/vignette_lyse_004.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; POÉTICA LOUCURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Damião Cavalcanti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O poeta apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Mergulha sem lago e mar.&lt;br /&gt;É loucura dos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;São coisas do verbo amar,&lt;br /&gt;Impulsos da paixão&lt;br /&gt;E nunca da razão.&lt;br /&gt;Afoga-se sem faltar ar,&lt;br /&gt;Pega fogo sem queimar-se,&lt;br /&gt;Vê tudo sem enxergar,&lt;br /&gt;Passa o tempo e rejuvenesce,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre jovem envelhece,&lt;br /&gt;Diz que a flor é seu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Do suor sente jasmim,&lt;br /&gt;É feliz ao sentir dor.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo louco enlouquece,&lt;br /&gt;Memoriza o que esquece.&lt;br /&gt;Compara o céu com a boca,&lt;br /&gt;A bondade como louca&lt;br /&gt;O infinito exatidão.&lt;br /&gt;Amar sem sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;É loucura da razão.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113116198138567283?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113116198138567283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113116198138567283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116198138567283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113116198138567283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/potica-loucura.html' title='Poética Loucura'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069929252829087</id><published>2005-10-30T17:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:08:12.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/kim001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/kim001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enigma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decifra-me ou devoro-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Graça Ribeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quem é essa mulher que fala no corpo da poesia?&lt;br /&gt;Que mistérios oculta entre metáforas e linhas?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quem é essa mulher que diz que ama o amor&lt;br /&gt;e sonha suas fantasias quando ama?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Que mulher é essa que brinca de faz-de-conta&lt;br /&gt;Até se dar conta que a vida não brinca de ser?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quem é essa mulher que escreve o indizível&lt;br /&gt;Com a leveza de quem já chorou pérolas?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quem é essa mulher que dorme entre livros&lt;br /&gt;E abraça as palavras com prazer e êxtase?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quem é essa mulher que diz querer ser tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber exatamente o que é vir-a-ser?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Quem é essa Pessoa com alma de poesia&lt;br /&gt;Desejos de menina e sonhos de mulher?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;O que é poesia dentro deste poema?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Esta mulher.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069929252829087?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069929252829087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113069929252829087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069929252829087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069929252829087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069879826413626</id><published>2005-10-30T16:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T16:59:58.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Éxtasis Soñado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/casal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/casal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Éxtasis Soñado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Félix Gala Pastor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;El sopor de una noche de verano&lt;br /&gt;inquieta mi descanso y me condena&lt;br /&gt;a este sueño imposible que encadena&lt;br /&gt;con mi cuerpo febril, tu ardiente mano.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Tu mano que acaricia mis sentidos;&lt;br /&gt;esa mano soñada por mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;que agasaja escondrijos tan risueños&lt;br /&gt;arrancando placeres conocidos&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Avanza temblorosa por mi pecho,&lt;br /&gt;y luego se retira desdeñosa&lt;br /&gt;para volver, de nuevo cariñosa,&lt;br /&gt;a extender mis cabellos por el lecho.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;El corazón estalla en mis oídos,&lt;br /&gt;en mi vientre revuelan mariposas&lt;br /&gt;cuando la suave mano tú reposas&lt;br /&gt;sobre aquellos sentidos renacidos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Un espasmo recorre mi alma entera,&lt;br /&gt;luego otro, y otro más, y me despierto;&lt;br /&gt;y me encuentro a tu lado, como muerto,&lt;br /&gt;vencido por la furia placentera.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Entonces tú, que todo has intuido,&lt;br /&gt;me abrazas y me besas tiernamente,&lt;br /&gt;y yo siento tu amor tan vivamente&lt;br /&gt;que, feliz, me acurruco así en tu nido.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069879826413626?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069879826413626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069806142559939</id><published>2005-10-30T16:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T16:47:41.426-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sereia II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/kim004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/kim004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SEREIA II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;06/11/2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Pés na areia, mente no espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada passo,&lt;br /&gt;um pedaço seu...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Sob a luz da lua...nua,&lt;br /&gt;menina...sereia...mulher.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Delineio seu contorno,&lt;br /&gt;meu torso.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A realidade e a fantasia se mesclam,&lt;br /&gt;na mais pura magia.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;És diva, menina, sereia, mulher...&lt;br /&gt;És minha.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069806142559939?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069806142559939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113069806142559939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069806142559939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069806142559939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/sereia-ii.html' title='Sereia II'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069787218861781</id><published>2005-10-30T16:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T16:44:32.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sereia I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/sereia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/sereia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SEREIA I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Lucia F.&lt;br /&gt;(29/03/2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;De dia sou sereia&lt;br /&gt;A te esperar&lt;br /&gt;Em alto mar&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;De noite sou mulher&lt;br /&gt;Nua, de pés descalços&lt;br /&gt;Caminho sob a luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;À beira-mar&lt;br /&gt;Esperando você chegar&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;As noites e os dias passam&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a lua mudar&lt;br /&gt;E quando dá lua-cheia&lt;br /&gt;Sou menina a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Um dia te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Para em mulher&lt;br /&gt;Me transformar&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Ainda como sereia&lt;br /&gt;Observo o mar&lt;br /&gt;Esperando&lt;br /&gt;Você chegar.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069787218861781?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069787218861781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113069787218861781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069787218861781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069787218861781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/sereia-i.html' title='Sereia I'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069754733660592</id><published>2005-10-30T16:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T16:39:07.340-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Consigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/vignette_harlequin_dore_004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/vignette_harlequin_dore_004.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paola Caumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Faço poemas para mim mesma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exulto a paixão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço poemas para mim mesma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choro as dores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vazio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço poemas para mim mesma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galanteio o amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As almas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço poemas para mim mesma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simulo a morte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha morte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço poemas para mim mesma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evidencio a vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu excesso de vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço poemas para mim mesma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não explodia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em esquizofrenia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31/outubro/2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069754733660592?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069754733660592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113069754733660592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069754733660592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069754733660592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/consigo.html' title='Consigo'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069698695054895</id><published>2005-10-30T16:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T16:51:09.316-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/postales_tropicales003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/postales_tropicales003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Areia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Andréa Motta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nessa areia branca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desenho meu passado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e busco no vento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arrimo ao futuro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fujo dos ditames &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e regulamentos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nessa areia branca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde o tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre os dedos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escapa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou tão breve &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como breve &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é a vida....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069698695054895?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069698695054895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113069698695054895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069698695054895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069698695054895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/areia.html' title='Areia'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069538562691273</id><published>2005-10-30T15:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T16:31:10.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Devorador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/vignette_1danseuse_solo_013.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/vignette_1danseuse_solo_013.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devorador. Para minha querida poeta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Daniel Fiúza&lt;br /&gt;28/10/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos devoradores&lt;br /&gt;Espelhando-me faminto&lt;br /&gt;Nos teu corpo teus favores&lt;br /&gt;Prolixo ou mais sucinto.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na doçura ou no absinto&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade crua&lt;br /&gt;Demonstro tudo que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de te ver nua.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo inveja pra lua&lt;br /&gt;Teu lindo corpo moreno&lt;br /&gt;Expondo a beleza tua&lt;br /&gt;Destilando teu veneno.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar firme e sereno&lt;br /&gt;Na loucura do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Querendo o prazer pleno&lt;br /&gt;Na boca sabor do beijo.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na tua fonte que almejo&lt;br /&gt;Beber tua água magia&lt;br /&gt;Na maravilha do pejo&lt;br /&gt;E no gozo que sentia.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Provocar tua euforia&lt;br /&gt;Teu grito de fêmea amada&lt;br /&gt;Tua mulher delirante&lt;br /&gt;Na malícia encantada.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na delícia desejada&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos devorarão&lt;br /&gt;Tua fantasia de fada&lt;br /&gt;Tua escondida paixão.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Hormônios em profusão&lt;br /&gt;Na pele, pêlo e arrepio&lt;br /&gt;Língua louca de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando teu cio.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;No louco clima que crio&lt;br /&gt;Cilada de sedução&lt;br /&gt;Navegando no teu rio&lt;br /&gt;Tua cachoeira é vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Na lava do teu tesão&lt;br /&gt;Prazeres incandescentes&lt;br /&gt;Uivos de loba ouvirão&lt;br /&gt;Na lascívia indecente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/vignette_1danseuse_solo_012.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069538562691273?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069538562691273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113069538562691273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069538562691273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069538562691273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/devorador.html' title='Devorador'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069367699785166</id><published>2005-10-30T15:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:34:36.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Três Ilusões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/1600/FreeCuba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3710/1779/320/FreeCuba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três Ilusões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pedro Ayres de Magalhães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito e bom sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Em mim morou&lt;br /&gt;Que amor maior nunca houve&lt;br /&gt;E o fim&lt;br /&gt;Chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho favor fez o vento&lt;br /&gt;Vento que o tempo esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venham de longe me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Que eu também vou cantar alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, já vi&lt;br /&gt;O meu fado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Culpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culpa que me segues sem eu querer&lt;br /&gt;Jura que me deixas decidir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceitas ou não que nunca é tarde,&lt;br /&gt;aceitas ou não que voltarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar, se calhar&lt;br /&gt;amanhã há-de haver mais e eu não sei;&lt;br /&gt;Devagar, com vagar&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar à mágoa que deixei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Amargura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amargura, descansada e triste&lt;br /&gt;- Parece lonjura ou medo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quase certo,&lt;br /&gt;Que nada existe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada está perto,&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu estou triste.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069367699785166?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069367699785166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113069367699785166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069367699785166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069367699785166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/trs-iluses.html' title='Três Ilusões'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069335711498865</id><published>2005-10-30T15:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:29:17.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Paes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/beijo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~Anna Paes~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Amo as pedra, os astros e o luar&lt;br /&gt;Que beija as ervas do atalho escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Amo as águas de anil e o doce olhar&lt;br /&gt;Dos animais, divinamente puro.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Amo a hera que entende a voz do muro,&lt;br /&gt;E dos sapos, o brando tilintar&lt;br /&gt;De cristais que se afagam devagar,&lt;br /&gt;E da minha charneca o rosto duro.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Amo todos os sonhos que se calam&lt;br /&gt;De corações que sentem e não falam,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que é Infinito e pequenino!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Asa que nos protege a todos nós!&lt;br /&gt;Soluço imenso, eterno, que é a voz&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso grande e mísero Destino!...&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18238515-113069335711498865?l=docepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113069335711498865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18238515&amp;postID=113069335711498865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069335711498865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18238515/posts/default/113069335711498865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/anna-paes.html' title='Anna Paes'/><author><name>Artes e Poesias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476645287421090534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/coisinhas/docepoesia.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18238515.post-113069177816930565</id><published>2005-10-30T14:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:02:58.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeta peruano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b371/cezzanne/rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael de la Fuente Benavides&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;(1907-1985)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;-- Pues ninguno venía, la hermosa  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Se dispuso a esperar a lo divino;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Que no cura de tiempo ni camino,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Sino que está esperando y es la Rosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;      -- Así envejece el mármol de la diosa;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Así la mente escucha al adivino  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Suceder; así el triste traga el vino;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Así consiste en saciedad la cosa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;      -- ¡La hembra sensible, la raíz hundida  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;En tierra de nacencia y sepultura,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Con todos los rigores de la vida!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;      -- ¡Y con rigor de angustia y compostura,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Se alza la Rosa, que a esperar convida,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Sin otro aviso que su hermosura!&lt;/span&gt; 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