<?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-26403226</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:18:14.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mudança</title><subtitle type='html'>NUNCA É TARDE PARA MUDAR...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6951412556203304696</id><published>2009-06-18T22:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:18:19.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMINHO SEM RUMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SjqtrgcqGvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JUbGfNCAvv4/s1600-h/olhosdomarbn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348778470411999986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SjqtrgcqGvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JUbGfNCAvv4/s320/olhosdomarbn4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pastora da terra, de vários rebanhos&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os lados o vento resolve&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se o conduzo, não sei se o acompanho&lt;br /&gt;Tendes sempre o ínicio da sombra que foge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ordens da madrugada romperam&lt;br /&gt;sobre os montes&lt;br /&gt;Não pretendo mais nada se não ir&lt;br /&gt;andando á toa&lt;br /&gt;Vejo um caminho sem campos verdes&lt;br /&gt;nem fontes&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo de um sol quente e redondo, que&lt;br /&gt;a minha pele queima e magoa&lt;br /&gt;Fica-se longe, quase morta e ausente&lt;br /&gt;Tude se apaga, evapora e esfuma&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se desfaz por entre os dedos, vagamente&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter certeza de ninguêm... de coisa nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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RUMO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SjqtrgcqGvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JUbGfNCAvv4/s72-c/olhosdomarbn4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-3855300633611807690</id><published>2008-07-07T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:12.085Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SHJgXlMp8tI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_unv-czh3QY/s1600-h/flores124.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/3855300633611807690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/3855300633611807690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/07/end.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SHJgXlMp8tI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_unv-czh3QY/s72-c/flores124.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-7055397242314298435</id><published>2008-04-18T23:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:12.255Z</updated><title type='text'>PLENITUDE....PIENEZZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SAkluNOn5SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SL-kHqUtvcA/s1600-h/il_mio_angelo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SAkluNOn5SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SL-kHqUtvcA/s320/il_mio_angelo%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190721521276413218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:130%;color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenitude.......?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei esta palavra&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu a vi atrás de  uma janela&lt;br /&gt;Ela abriu a sua porta&lt;br /&gt;Segurou-me pela mão&lt;br /&gt;E eu prendia-a nos  meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Nós caminhamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;A chuva da dor já tinha  passado&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos juntos debaixo do sol do destino&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um  toque&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Uma carícia&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei agora&lt;br /&gt;O que é a  plenitude&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente TU es.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:130%;color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pienezza............???                                            &lt;br /&gt;Non conosco la parola......                                 &lt;br /&gt;Un giorno  la vidi dietro una finestra               &lt;br /&gt;Lei aprì la sua  porta                                       &lt;br /&gt;Mi prese per la  mano                                      &lt;br /&gt;E io la presi in  braccio                                      &lt;br /&gt;Camminammo  insieme                                    &lt;br /&gt;La pioggia del dolore già era  terminata           &lt;br /&gt;Camminammo insieme sotto il sole del  destino                   &lt;br /&gt;Uno  sguardo                                                   &lt;br /&gt;Un  tocco                                                        &lt;br /&gt;Un  sorriso                                                      &lt;br /&gt;Una  carezza                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Un  bacio                                                         &lt;br /&gt;Ora  io  so                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Quello che è la  pienezza                                  &lt;br /&gt;Semplicemente  TU sei......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-7055397242314298435?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/7055397242314298435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=7055397242314298435' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7055397242314298435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7055397242314298435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/04/plenitudepienezza.html' title='PLENITUDE....PIENEZZA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SAkluNOn5SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SL-kHqUtvcA/s72-c/il_mio_angelo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-7005140026931249339</id><published>2008-04-18T16:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:12.359Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SAi7I9On5RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ijBuUCEddws/s1600-h/1884670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SAi7I9On5RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ijBuUCEddws/s320/1884670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190604333093741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io gli presto il mio  corpo&lt;br /&gt;Cosi’&lt;br /&gt;In lui potrebbe camminare&lt;br /&gt;Al suono dei miei gemiti&lt;br /&gt;Lui potrebbe dilettarsi&lt;br /&gt;Senza fiato...&lt;br /&gt;Di desiderio&lt;br /&gt;Tra bisbigli e sospiri&lt;br /&gt;Niente  é più importante&lt;br /&gt;Solamente l'istante...&lt;br /&gt;Nel quale anche io vado&lt;br /&gt;A chiedere&lt;br /&gt;Al mio corpo di farlo a sua volta&lt;br /&gt;Ora per&lt;br /&gt;Poter amarti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-7005140026931249339?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/7005140026931249339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=7005140026931249339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7005140026931249339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7005140026931249339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/04/io-gli-presto-il-mio-corpo-cosi-in-lui.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/SAi7I9On5RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ijBuUCEddws/s72-c/1884670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-3042937079542555261</id><published>2008-03-14T21:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:12.789Z</updated><title type='text'>SERÁ QUE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R9ru7aQjxUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B9KLEmLipCU/s1600-h/Once_by_ImaginaryRosse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R9ru7aQjxUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B9KLEmLipCU/s320/Once_by_ImaginaryRosse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177713426044273986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que já posso pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor estou a vencer?&lt;br /&gt;Será que posso sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Que o devo começar a fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a fase obscura&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia me destruiu&lt;br /&gt;Será que a tua procura&lt;br /&gt;Que em mim já se extinguiu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Que volte a ser o que era?&lt;br /&gt;Será que a mente pequena&lt;br /&gt;Que é tudo o que me espera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que há outra vida&lt;br /&gt;Que nos espera depois da morte?&lt;br /&gt;Será que de alma perdida&lt;br /&gt;Que navego sem ter norte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FF&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/26403226-3042937079542555261?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/3042937079542555261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=3042937079542555261' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/3042937079542555261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/3042937079542555261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/03/ser-que.html' title='SERÁ QUE...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R9ru7aQjxUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B9KLEmLipCU/s72-c/Once_by_ImaginaryRosse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-5439934022939220448</id><published>2008-03-02T16:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:13.086Z</updated><title type='text'>EU PROMETO(TE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R8rWPcgiG1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/wo_DbXZHJcQ/s1600-h/_Love_Makes_aLL_More_ColorfuL__by_Patatina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R8rWPcgiG1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/wo_DbXZHJcQ/s320/_Love_Makes_aLL_More_ColorfuL__by_Patatina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173182682827463506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prometo que serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Prometo ao meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Prometo porque me diz&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que lhe darei razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo encontrar o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Prometo as lágrimas, secar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo porque preciso&lt;br /&gt;Prometo continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo ficar acordada&lt;br /&gt;Prometo não perder a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Prometo desesperada&lt;br /&gt;Prometo não ser criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo sair do abismo&lt;br /&gt;Prometo não falar de morte&lt;br /&gt;Prometo sem cinismo&lt;br /&gt;Prometo esperar a sorte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo fazer o que me pedir&lt;br /&gt;Prometo calar meus ais&lt;br /&gt;Prometo, para te ver sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Prometo meu querido pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promete que me abraças&lt;br /&gt;Promete que ficas comigo&lt;br /&gt;Promete para que eu faça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promete Pai...&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-5439934022939220448?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/5439934022939220448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=5439934022939220448' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/5439934022939220448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/5439934022939220448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-prometote.html' title='EU PROMETO(TE)'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R8rWPcgiG1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/wo_DbXZHJcQ/s72-c/_Love_Makes_aLL_More_ColorfuL__by_Patatina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-8509557946239312975</id><published>2008-02-22T15:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:13.294Z</updated><title type='text'>LIBERTAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R77vPpzfdLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uZV1tRboXlc/s1600-h/1403609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R77vPpzfdLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uZV1tRboXlc/s320/1403609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169832474466809010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldito tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Aqui neste labirinto&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas no meu corpo detido&lt;br /&gt;Das loucas saudades que sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo tudo tinha magia&lt;br /&gt;Comecei por te admirar&lt;br /&gt;Não percebendo o que sentia&lt;br /&gt;Acabei por me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua mão tocar a minha&lt;br /&gt;Vibrando de emoção&lt;br /&gt;Deus comigo caminha&lt;br /&gt;Na tua direcção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz brilhante se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;Erguendo as mãos para cima&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me da humanidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-8509557946239312975?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/8509557946239312975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=8509557946239312975' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/8509557946239312975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/8509557946239312975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/02/libertao.html' title='LIBERTAÇÃO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R77vPpzfdLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uZV1tRboXlc/s72-c/1403609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-7591841793340153904</id><published>2008-02-15T21:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:13.481Z</updated><title type='text'>ESTOU QUASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R7YKS5zfdHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EPisjUAYEFE/s1600-h/182103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R7YKS5zfdHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EPisjUAYEFE/s320/182103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167328942324937842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De coração saudoso sangrando&lt;br /&gt;Sem o afago das mãos amadas&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o mundo acabando&lt;br /&gt;Como as ondas na praia quebradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que a memória recorda&lt;br /&gt;E vai penetrando o passado&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o aperto da corda&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito estilhaçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói profundo no peito&lt;br /&gt;Esta ausência de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Choro sozinha no leito&lt;br /&gt;Nada dói, como a solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou quase sem sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Estou quase sem ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Estou quase no esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Estou quase sem coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-7591841793340153904?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/7591841793340153904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=7591841793340153904' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7591841793340153904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7591841793340153904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/02/estou-quase.html' title='ESTOU QUASE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R7YKS5zfdHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EPisjUAYEFE/s72-c/182103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6750157036425153455</id><published>2008-02-10T17:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:13.591Z</updated><title type='text'>AMOR QUE É TEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R681B5zfdGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_Tiv6q5odTE/s1600-h/f_coracao2tfm_c977243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R681B5zfdGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_Tiv6q5odTE/s320/f_coracao2tfm_c977243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165405604430181474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não chores mais o erro cometido&lt;br /&gt;Que te sobram razões para o compensar&lt;br /&gt;Luta, não fiques adormecido&lt;br /&gt;Porque és o único que pode recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me tratas mal e com desprezo&lt;br /&gt;Lutando contra mim, fico a teu lado&lt;br /&gt;De nós dois quem sairá mais leso&lt;br /&gt;São loucuras de quem está apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é melhor te afastares?&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu viva, tu és sempre meu&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais vida, se tu não ficares&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu vivo deste amor que é teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te como amigo e como amante&lt;br /&gt;De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude&lt;br /&gt;Com um desejo que cresce a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter-te amado mais, mas não pude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-6750157036425153455?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/6750157036425153455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=6750157036425153455' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6750157036425153455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6750157036425153455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/02/amor-que-teu.html' title='AMOR QUE É TEU'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R681B5zfdGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_Tiv6q5odTE/s72-c/f_coracao2tfm_c977243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6262173653484516527</id><published>2008-01-30T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:13.950Z</updated><title type='text'>CONSTELAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R6B-n6R-3jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/I5TPPrGZqAA/s1600-h/beijos_entre_estrelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R6B-n6R-3jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/I5TPPrGZqAA/s320/beijos_entre_estrelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161264397091266098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorando o já chorado e sofrido&lt;br /&gt;Eu convoco as lembranças do passado&lt;br /&gt;Lastimo o que deveria estar esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, tanto tempo desperdiçado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vergada na própria dimensão&lt;br /&gt;Da minha juventude imperfeita&lt;br /&gt;No ritmo doente de uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;De alma ferida, loucura eleita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mente inconstante não te afecta&lt;br /&gt;Nem a minha vida ligada à tua sorte&lt;br /&gt;Mas a justiça dos homens me condena&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuamente, á tua morte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que substância sou modelada?&lt;br /&gt;Ou serei mera imitação,&lt;br /&gt;De sombras difundas, enfeixada&lt;br /&gt;Em brilhante constelação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-6262173653484516527?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/6262173653484516527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=6262173653484516527' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6262173653484516527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6262173653484516527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/01/constelao.html' title='CONSTELAÇÃO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R6B-n6R-3jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/I5TPPrGZqAA/s72-c/beijos_entre_estrelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6019282734062272231</id><published>2008-01-13T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:14.432Z</updated><title type='text'>PESADELO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R4p6pELmpaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GLgvyv9LFjg/s1600-h/1307116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155067569394591138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R4p6pELmpaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GLgvyv9LFjg/s320/1307116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exilada em meus muros de pedras tamanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fechada em meu templo deusa que chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde me recebiam terras estranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde acordaria com a frágil aurora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonho com margens de cálidos mares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonho ás vezes com áridos muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonho com zéfiros, pálidos cantares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonho de escrava liberta de estéreis futuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um sonho alado que nasceu num instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E neste sonho eu já nem sei quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erguido em horas de demência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi apenas mais um que por mim passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a cinza o cubra que o arraste o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a tempestade o leve até onde for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me deixe com meus sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me deixe com o meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-6019282734062272231?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/6019282734062272231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=6019282734062272231' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6019282734062272231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6019282734062272231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2008/01/pesadelo.html' title='PESADELO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R4p6pELmpaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GLgvyv9LFjg/s72-c/1307116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6874295888823861786</id><published>2007-12-15T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:14.627Z</updated><title type='text'>ENCRUZILHADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R2aJQ0LmpXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gdfic3QXlAE/s1600-h/encruzilhadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144950546295596402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R2aJQ0LmpXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gdfic3QXlAE/s320/encruzilhadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui desafiada pela Vera Silva, para me ligar a esta encruzilhada: Compor um post em prosa ou poesia com o título dos últimos 10 posts, usando outras palavras pelo meio, para dar sentido ao post, a imagem a ser publicada no post é a que está em cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceitei este desafio e escolhi 5 blogs de amigos, onde me parece que ficará bem este desafio, os bloguistas são :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labirinto do Sol e da Lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Machado de Carlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanhecer Palavras Ousadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol Nasce Amanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Blog do Zizi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R2Q50ULmpWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aezksOApUpU/s1600-h/arvoredasp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que estranha dor é esta&lt;br /&gt;Que não tem pressa de acabar&lt;br /&gt;Que não me deixa &lt;strong&gt;RENASCER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não para de me atormentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quão é o vazio da alma&lt;br /&gt;E incessante a &lt;strong&gt;PROCURA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho morrendo lento&lt;br /&gt;No meu &lt;strong&gt;GRITO DE AMARGURA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partiste sem me avisar&lt;br /&gt;Sem &lt;strong&gt;PALAVRAS AO MEU OUVIDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste-te &lt;strong&gt;LUZ DA MINHA VIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que eu também tinha ido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a caminhada&lt;br /&gt;Nas areias do &lt;strong&gt;MEU DESERTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guiada pelo &lt;strong&gt;MEU ANJO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavia, com passo incerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a &lt;strong&gt;CHUVA DE LÁGRIMAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai molhando a minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Consigo ouvir, &lt;strong&gt;A VOZ DO VENTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me diz, que não estou louca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sopro inexplicável do destino&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida, minha quimera&lt;br /&gt;Renasce em mim uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;E recomeça, &lt;strong&gt;A MINHA PRIMAVERA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FF&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/26403226-6874295888823861786?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/6874295888823861786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=6874295888823861786' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6874295888823861786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6874295888823861786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/12/encruzilhada.html' title='ENCRUZILHADA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/R2aJQ0LmpXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Gdfic3QXlAE/s72-c/encruzilhadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6790726573993627422</id><published>2007-10-25T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:14.798Z</updated><title type='text'>A MINHA PRIMAVERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RyCxiRYJaII/AAAAAAAAADs/IxDbjhwZBdM/s1600-h/Monet-Bridge-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125291578285975682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RyCxiRYJaII/AAAAAAAAADs/IxDbjhwZBdM/s320/Monet-Bridge-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És um estilete de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na imensidade que és feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És o ser que me seduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És o companheiro perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há noites que te faço nos meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei de cor, o teu perfil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo todos os teus traços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alma doce de coração vil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sinfonia do teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É a minha primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É tudo o que eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para sonhar com o que nos espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou triste como a folha de Outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se estás longe de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É sentir o abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei viver assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&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/26403226-6790726573993627422?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/6790726573993627422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=6790726573993627422' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6790726573993627422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6790726573993627422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/10/minha-primavera.html' title='A MINHA PRIMAVERA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RyCxiRYJaII/AAAAAAAAADs/IxDbjhwZBdM/s72-c/Monet-Bridge-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-2768626825024730604</id><published>2007-09-29T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:14.900Z</updated><title type='text'>PRÉMIO CANETA DE OURO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rv5BxChlInI/AAAAAAAAADk/yKOj7yyu__E/s1600-h/caneta%252Bde%252Bouro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115598537486574194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rv5BxChlInI/AAAAAAAAADk/yKOj7yyu__E/s320/caneta%252Bde%252Bouro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui indicada para o "&lt;a href="http://poemasdeandreluis.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRÉMIO CANETA DE OURO - POESIAS 'IN BLOG' 2007"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;idealizado por &lt;strong&gt;ANDRÉ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; L. COSTA&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;a href="http://ritacosta-almadepoeta.blogspot.com%22target=%22_blank%3erita/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RITA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; COSTA&lt;/strong&gt;, com a poesia "A Procura" de 19/03/07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agradeço à minha amiga Bruxinhachellot do blog &lt;a href="http://labirintodosoledalua.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://labirintodosoledalua.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; pela indicação e pela poesia escolhida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não irei no entanto participar no concurso, já é uma grande honra ter sido nomeada para o prémio. Um beijinho enorme a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-2768626825024730604?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/2768626825024730604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=2768626825024730604' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/2768626825024730604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/2768626825024730604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/09/fui-indicada-para-o-prmio-caneta-de.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://poemasdeandreluis.blogspot.com&quot;target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;PRÉMIO CANETA DE OURO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rv5BxChlInI/AAAAAAAAADk/yKOj7yyu__E/s72-c/caneta%252Bde%252Bouro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-8195795719890591501</id><published>2007-09-13T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:15.141Z</updated><title type='text'>A VOZ DO VENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RukgqykE02I/AAAAAAAAADc/kxz02eHXOok/s1600-h/The_taste_of_my_Sadness_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109651171728216930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RukgqykE02I/AAAAAAAAADc/kxz02eHXOok/s320/The_taste_of_my_Sadness_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo o amor que nos prendera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se quebrava e desfazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem me dera, quem me dera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter morrido nesse dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hão-de transformar o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deste amor numa lagoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como a dor que anda a cercar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que o meu coração não perdoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És a sombra que há noite me procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que veste de frescura a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não me levaste contigo, que loucura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que me sai, sem voz, do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Podes partir. Não preciso de mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já estou perdida no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Envolta na madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E embalada pelo vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-8195795719890591501?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/8195795719890591501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=8195795719890591501' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/8195795719890591501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/8195795719890591501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/09/voz-do-vento.html' title='A VOZ DO VENTO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RukgqykE02I/AAAAAAAAADc/kxz02eHXOok/s72-c/The_taste_of_my_Sadness_by_MelGama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-7615692113215573545</id><published>2007-06-21T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:15.323Z</updated><title type='text'>RENASCER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RnpxIu3AXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/YXv4JKiXg_s/s1600-h/1293027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078495924645289266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RnpxIu3AXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/YXv4JKiXg_s/s320/1293027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rnpwy-3AXSI/AAAAAAAAADM/c6fZsJz8nag/s1600-h/1293027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Renascer a cada rasgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cada ferida, a cada dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lentamente sair do pasmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vencendo o desamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Renascer apesar do cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do medo, e da solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Deus erguer os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pedindo consolo ao coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Renascer para não morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem desistir ou abandonar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Continuando assim a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem desistir de levantar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Renascer como imagino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mesmo com a alma cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não vou antecipar o destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De uma morte consumada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/26403226-7615692113215573545?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/7615692113215573545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=7615692113215573545' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7615692113215573545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7615692113215573545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/06/renascer.html' title='RENASCER'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RnpxIu3AXTI/AAAAAAAAADU/YXv4JKiXg_s/s72-c/1293027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-7386063022037213748</id><published>2007-06-15T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:15.499Z</updated><title type='text'>O MEU ANJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RnLY8u3AXRI/AAAAAAAAADE/B4wyMgIxl5I/s1600-h/738.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076358267882462482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RnLY8u3AXRI/AAAAAAAAADE/B4wyMgIxl5I/s320/738.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RnLYFu3AXQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aerbG4sHqEs/s1600-h/738.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu anjo chamou-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu atendi ao seu chamado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com muito amor abraçou-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vou tão feliz pro seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há momentos na nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em que temos que escolher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É dolorosa a partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas sei que vou renascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serei como a Fénix renascida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voltarei um novo ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que não serei esquecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parto para não sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Volto a pedir por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não quero ninguém a chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu tenho-vos muito amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não deixarei de vos amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&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/26403226-7386063022037213748?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/7386063022037213748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=7386063022037213748' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7386063022037213748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7386063022037213748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-meu-anjo.html' title='O MEU ANJO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RnLY8u3AXRI/AAAAAAAAADE/B4wyMgIxl5I/s72-c/738.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-223167395302017117</id><published>2007-05-26T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:15.669Z</updated><title type='text'>O MEU DESERTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rlh9JmBGkTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/awdM5bfN00Q/s1600-h/300px-Namib_desert_dunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068938984382959922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rlh9JmBGkTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/awdM5bfN00Q/s320/300px-Namib_desert_dunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou quem vaga perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não tenho onde me esconda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mesmo desaparecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não encontro a minha onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou como a concha da praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdida na areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Á espera que do mar saia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aquele que comigo vagueia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho o peito sequioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E viúvo o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só o tempo impiedoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me trás de volta á razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sob o sol, com passo incerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afasto-me no horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procurando no meu deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encontrar a minha fonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&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/26403226-223167395302017117?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/223167395302017117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=223167395302017117' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/223167395302017117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/223167395302017117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-meu-deserto.html' title='O MEU DESERTO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rlh9JmBGkTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/awdM5bfN00Q/s72-c/300px-Namib_desert_dunes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-7660776792304945345</id><published>2007-04-28T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:15.811Z</updated><title type='text'>LUZ DA MINHA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RjO1M1YU9-I/AAAAAAAAACs/Vtoueu5HdoI/s1600-h/pritty79.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058586038559373282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RjO1M1YU9-I/AAAAAAAAACs/Vtoueu5HdoI/s320/pritty79.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem vê não imagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem se coloca a pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No meu carisma, minha sina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oceano&lt;/span&gt;, num mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ninguém&lt;/span&gt; percebe nem chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tal como faísca que inflama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lágrima que o calor evapora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lentamente e em chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ainda agora desejei esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E, pensei em como era antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas és a razão do meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Embora ausente e distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gémea&lt;/span&gt; da minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sublime estrela caída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha ternura doce e calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flor de luz da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-7660776792304945345?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/7660776792304945345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=7660776792304945345' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7660776792304945345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/7660776792304945345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/04/luz-da-minha-vida.html' title='LUZ DA MINHA VIDA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RjO1M1YU9-I/AAAAAAAAACs/Vtoueu5HdoI/s72-c/pritty79.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6741743720537968395</id><published>2007-04-11T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:15.980Z</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS AO MEU OUVIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rhzp6DghicI/AAAAAAAAACk/7e-6pDnOlQE/s1600-h/2344.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052170065586260418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rhzp6DghicI/AAAAAAAAACk/7e-6pDnOlQE/s320/2344.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na solidão destas quatro paredes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Digo-te adeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encerrado nos meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despeço-me do mais belo que já vivi, sem lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um minuto mais pelo teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem esperar o encontro dos nossos corpos num só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vou para longe, onde não podes falar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serei daqui a pouco um pedaço de lenha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que já não pode incendiar o fogo nos teus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serei neve derretida debaixo do sol, rumo ás águas infinitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e perderei-me por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Observarei e cuidarei a tua alma de longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas hoje peço-te amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não me procures mais, porque é tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E eu já me fui desta vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&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/26403226-6741743720537968395?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/6741743720537968395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=6741743720537968395' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6741743720537968395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6741743720537968395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/04/palavras-ao-meu-ouvido.html' title='PALAVRAS AO MEU OUVIDO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rhzp6DghicI/AAAAAAAAACk/7e-6pDnOlQE/s72-c/2344.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-5431540309900488760</id><published>2007-03-19T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:16.129Z</updated><title type='text'>A PROCURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rf7-a2geKvI/AAAAAAAAACY/0ok6QryJIhg/s1600-h/The_Mermaid_s_Beauty_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043748369963297522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rf7-a2geKvI/AAAAAAAAACY/0ok6QryJIhg/s320/The_Mermaid_s_Beauty_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo é vago e incompleto! E o que mais pesa&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudo o que entendi, e o que pressinto&lt;br /&gt;É tudo ser em vão! Deus, que tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;Já me faltam palavras para dizer o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse não chorava como agora&lt;br /&gt;Ânsia de procurar sem encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Um motivo que leve a tristeza embora&lt;br /&gt;Um amor como o teu, para me libertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sofrer por ti constantemente&lt;br /&gt;Irá por certo, levar-me á loucura&lt;br /&gt;Está a destruir-me lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia, que tortura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te em vão, por toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;Na terra, no céu e sobre o mar&lt;br /&gt;Se não voltas para amar-te&lt;br /&gt;Porque insisto em te procurar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&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/26403226-5431540309900488760?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rf7-a2geKvI/AAAAAAAAACY/0ok6QryJIhg/s72-c/The_Mermaid_s_Beauty_by_MelGama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6388890579200146353</id><published>2007-03-08T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:16.272Z</updated><title type='text'>MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RfEmYmgeKuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_OM9gehqjlE/s1600-h/Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039851662099753698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RfEmYmgeKuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_OM9gehqjlE/s320/Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RfBnD1kmgLI/AAAAAAAAACI/KOuh8dDRDBQ/s1600-h/paseo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulheres, personalidades honradíssimas&lt;br /&gt;Temos nós, orgulho em tê-las.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, amada, irmã... amicíssima&lt;br /&gt;Impossível não percebê-las.&lt;br /&gt;Desde as meigas, às extremistas,&lt;br /&gt;Não há quem possa vencê-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como mãe, semeia esperança&lt;br /&gt;Como irmã, espalha fervor&lt;br /&gt;Se esposa, há perseverança&lt;br /&gt;Se sofrida, nos causa dor&lt;br /&gt;Se trabalhadora, emite confiança,&lt;br /&gt;Mas em tudo, cultiva amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher, símbolo da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Imagem da perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes abatida&lt;br /&gt;Por causa da traição&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que, “enlouquecida”&lt;br /&gt;Entregou seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras vim demonstrar,&lt;br /&gt;Da humanidade a gratidão,&lt;br /&gt;Tu mereces compartilhar&lt;br /&gt;De toda realização,&lt;br /&gt;Pois está sempre a participar&lt;br /&gt;Do que enaltece uma nação.&lt;br /&gt;Independente do nome&lt;br /&gt;Que você recebeu,&lt;br /&gt;É a maior demonstração&lt;br /&gt;De beleza, garra, amor.... fé.&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isso você conquistou&lt;br /&gt;O Dia Internacional da Mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(José Raimundo Correa dos Santos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26403226-6388890579200146353?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/6388890579200146353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=6388890579200146353' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6388890579200146353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6388890579200146353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/03/mulher.html' title='MULHER'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RfEmYmgeKuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_OM9gehqjlE/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-1805719665927751000</id><published>2007-02-20T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:16.446Z</updated><title type='text'>HOJE SOU BÉBÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdtpQo2oIBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_2v-p9pICHA/s1600-h/Imagem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033732743082024978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdtpQo2oIBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_2v-p9pICHA/s320/Imagem3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sou pequenina eheheh !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não me importava de ser eternamente criança...&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/26403226-1805719665927751000?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/1805719665927751000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=1805719665927751000' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/1805719665927751000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/1805719665927751000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/02/hoje-sou-bb.html' title='HOJE SOU BÉBÉ'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdtpQo2oIBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_2v-p9pICHA/s72-c/Imagem3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-6082600028336911581</id><published>2007-02-19T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:16.623Z</updated><title type='text'>GRITO DE AMARGURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdoZg42oIAI/AAAAAAAAABw/GZYU9afqrkA/s1600-h/Apocalypse_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033363586347966466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdoZg42oIAI/AAAAAAAAABw/GZYU9afqrkA/s320/Apocalypse_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lendo toda de negro, contando as horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os versos que são meus, o meu sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irmã da tristeza porque choras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Envolta em névoa, fumo e luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Passo noites e dias que grito e choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grito ao mundo inteiro esta amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olhando amargamente para onde moro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto no corpo e na alma esta tortura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que nesta vida amarga e tormentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que fez de mim isto que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu, que era radiante e graciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Até chegar a morte que te levou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Continuo perguntando, o que me resta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tento apagar o que não se apaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero apenas por uma fresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me devolva a luz, como uma vaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-6082600028336911581?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/6082600028336911581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=6082600028336911581' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6082600028336911581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/6082600028336911581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/02/grito-de-amargura.html' title='GRITO DE AMARGURA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdoZg42oIAI/AAAAAAAAABw/GZYU9afqrkA/s72-c/Apocalypse_by_MelGama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-2248727680986012286</id><published>2007-02-14T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:16.788Z</updated><title type='text'>CHUVA DE LÁGRIMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdNlBI2oH_I/AAAAAAAAABk/uj3Rj9VXDLU/s1600-h/âRiverbank+in+the+rainâ++de+Gustave+Caillebotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031476278933856242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdNlBI2oH_I/AAAAAAAAABk/uj3Rj9VXDLU/s320/%25E2%2580%259CRiverbank%2Bin%2Bthe%2Brain%25E2%2580%259D%2B%2Bde%2BGustave%2BCaillebotte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixa que te diga meu amor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém parece ouvir-me quando falo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que a minha conversa é desinteressante?&lt;br /&gt;Das estrelas de luz que me cegam, nenhuma é suficientemente brilhante para impedir que me sinta cega com toda a escuridão que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;Arrasto com lentidão uma vida que sinto pesada demais. Sinto-me a rastejar no anonimato, ainda que corra no meio das gentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pergunta é idiota, mas ninguém parece importar-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não consegui parar o tempo, esvaiu-se na palma da minha mão.Restam-me as saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que me falta para me ouvirem meu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Tu andas no lado errado da rua!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia, com calma eu vou mudar de passeio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&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/26403226-2248727680986012286?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/2248727680986012286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=2248727680986012286' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/2248727680986012286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/2248727680986012286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/02/chuva-de-lgrimas.html' title='CHUVA DE LÁGRIMAS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RdNlBI2oH_I/AAAAAAAAABk/uj3Rj9VXDLU/s72-c/%25E2%2580%259CRiverbank%2Bin%2Bthe%2Brain%25E2%2580%259D%2B%2Bde%2BGustave%2BCaillebotte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-5223876858028347831</id><published>2007-02-09T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:16.879Z</updated><title type='text'>A MINHA BOCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RcyQ8o2oH-I/AAAAAAAAABY/_wBp_TcnR20/s1600-h/CB054860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029554255299092450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RcyQ8o2oH-I/AAAAAAAAABY/_wBp_TcnR20/s320/CB054860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha boca rubra apaixonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Embriagou-se no teu beijo como vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em ti senti nascer a alvorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fiz do teu abraço o meu canto, o meu ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E para te encontrar, foi que eu nasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foste vida fora, o meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei se te encontrei se te perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E agora que de ti falo, não te vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando me lembro do sabor da tua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dos teus olhos, o teu riso e dos abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu desejo cresce em fúria louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procuro por ti em cada espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os meus olhos cerram-se de desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os meus braços estendem-se para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha boca aguarda por um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha alma canta...e ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/26403226-5223876858028347831?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/5223876858028347831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=5223876858028347831' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/5223876858028347831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/5223876858028347831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/02/minha-boca-rubra-apaixonada-embriagou.html' title='A MINHA BOCA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RcyQ8o2oH-I/AAAAAAAAABY/_wBp_TcnR20/s72-c/CB054860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-4933008423368495973</id><published>2007-02-03T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:16.990Z</updated><title type='text'>O MEU CASTELO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RcUEMO3ewzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xibk6mgLSWg/s1600-h/Tell_me_the_pass_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027429167224767282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RcUEMO3ewzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xibk6mgLSWg/s320/Tell_me_the_pass_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivo sozinha em meu castelo: a dor&lt;br /&gt;E nunca, nunca vi passar ninguém&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar é interrogador&lt;br /&gt;Chora o silêncio...nada, ninguém vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rimas perdidas, vendavais dispersos&lt;br /&gt;Com que eu iludo os outros, com que minto&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera encontrar o verso&lt;br /&gt;Que dissesse a chorar, isto que sinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criança doida e crente, sou também&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me fugiu, tudo morreu&lt;br /&gt;Desde então choro amargamente&lt;br /&gt;Na minha torre erguida, junto ao céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de claustros, sombras, arcarias&lt;br /&gt;Tem linhas de um requinte escultural&lt;br /&gt;Os sinos têm dobres de agonia&lt;br /&gt;A minha dor é um convento ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-4933008423368495973?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/4933008423368495973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=4933008423368495973' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/4933008423368495973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/4933008423368495973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-meu-castelo.html' title='O MEU CASTELO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RcUEMO3ewzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xibk6mgLSWg/s72-c/Tell_me_the_pass_by_MelGama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-1623801408623799423</id><published>2007-01-30T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:17.112Z</updated><title type='text'>A SOMBRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rb-4P-3ewyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ghMPFg5eIFU/s1600-h/884704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025938293882012450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rb-4P-3ewyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ghMPFg5eIFU/s320/884704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fala baixinho, juntinho ao meu ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num frêmito... a terra emudeceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que essa fala de amor seja um gemido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É mais um anjo que á terra desceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vejo-te só a ti no azul dos céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha boca tem fome só da tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ó minha perfeição que criou Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que num dia lindo me fez sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixa-me andar assim no teu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sombra da tua sombra, doce e calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por toda a tua a vida, amor, devagarinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irmã gémea, da tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivo longe de ti, mas que importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu já não vivo em mim! Ando a vaguear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noite alta, noite escura, noite morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em volta de mim... a procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-1623801408623799423?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/1623801408623799423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=1623801408623799423' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/1623801408623799423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/1623801408623799423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/01/sombra.html' title='A SOMBRA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Rb-4P-3ewyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ghMPFg5eIFU/s72-c/884704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-2781449578778978324</id><published>2007-01-26T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:17.258Z</updated><title type='text'>DESALENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RboTqO3ewxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q9mP-H1oaAg/s1600-h/AngelTearsofblood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024349950551442194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RboTqO3ewxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q9mP-H1oaAg/s320/AngelTearsofblood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se há vida roubei todo o encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se tanto bem lhe quis no meu passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ódio por ele? Não... se o amei tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se o encontrei depois de ter sonhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vejo-me triste, só e abandonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A caminhar na rua da amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Divagando pobre e desesperada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como um cão sem dono, e que o procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quanta ilusão morrendo que esvoaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quanto sonho a nascer já desfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O instante que foge, voa e passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que tragédia tão funda no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toda a noite choraste...e eu chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Á espera do consolo da tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez porque ao ouvir-te, adivinhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ninguém é mais triste do que nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&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/26403226-2781449578778978324?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/2781449578778978324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=2781449578778978324' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/2781449578778978324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/2781449578778978324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/01/desalento.html' title='DESALENTO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RboTqO3ewxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Q9mP-H1oaAg/s72-c/AngelTearsofblood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-239384593553503872</id><published>2007-01-22T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:17.374Z</updated><title type='text'>UM DESEJO MEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RbTUu-3ewwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Nt7YYmAWWWg/s1600-h/Lost_my_Angel_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022873388039717634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RbTUu-3ewwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Nt7YYmAWWWg/s320/Lost_my_Angel_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na noite em que te vi partir, ó meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Levaste a minha alma apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei só com a minha dor...&lt;br /&gt;Deambulando, perdida e desesperada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me acompanha ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Caminho pela estrada sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Ouço uma voz a dizer: " Ele não está bem"&lt;br /&gt;Acompanha-me agora... uma luz mansinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso sonho morreu devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;Numa carreira doida, estranha caprichosa&lt;br /&gt;Choro em silêncio, amo-te baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te adeus, e dou-te uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te junto a mim na hora de morrer&lt;br /&gt;Que seja a tua mão, branca como a neve&lt;br /&gt;Quando o meu coração parar de bater&lt;br /&gt;Que feche o meu olhar, numa carícia leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-239384593553503872?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/239384593553503872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=239384593553503872' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/239384593553503872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/239384593553503872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-desejo-meu.html' title='UM DESEJO MEU'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/RbTUu-3ewwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Nt7YYmAWWWg/s72-c/Lost_my_Angel_by_MelGama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-624836818152807005</id><published>2007-01-15T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:51:17.562Z</updated><title type='text'>UM ABRAÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Ravibu3ewvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILIHjZCvvPE/s1600-h/CB037356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020355175699628786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Ravibu3ewvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILIHjZCvvPE/s320/CB037356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quis Deus fazer-me tua, para nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inuteis esses beijos que te dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Continuo sozinha na madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Percorrendo o caminho de estrelas, que tracei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No silêncio das noites estreladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caminho sem saber para onde vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem foi, que sobre as ondas revoltadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tinha o manto do sol, e mo roubou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És tu que eu vejo a estender-me os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que Deus criou para me abraçar, a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foram-se os desalentos, os cansaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo é divino e santo visto assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou a sombra profunda dos espaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perco-me em mim, na dor de ter vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E não tenho a doçura de uns abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me façam sorrir de ter nascido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-624836818152807005?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/624836818152807005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=624836818152807005' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/624836818152807005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/624836818152807005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-abrao.html' title='UM ABRAÇO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aIyEGd2tvCY/Ravibu3ewvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILIHjZCvvPE/s72-c/CB037356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116819365101519104</id><published>2007-01-07T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:14:11.036Z</updated><title type='text'>AMOR LOUCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/831782/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/213902/praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como uma miragem que entrevejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ideal que nasceu na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonho implacável do desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com o nome que se dê a essa visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por esse beijo vivo tão dorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que para ser feliz antes valera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viver na crença de esperança já perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho de ti o bem que apetecera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E morro na paixão que mal pressentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E perdem-se pelo ar cheios de desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os beijos que te dou e tu não sentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me enlouquecem, e que em ti prevejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vem prender-me num abraço teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste mar de sonho em que me afundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero sentir teu corpo junto ao meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Existe amor mais louco e profundo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116819365101519104?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116819365101519104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116819365101519104' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116819365101519104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116819365101519104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/01/amor-louco.html' title='AMOR LOUCO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116791851357291274</id><published>2007-01-04T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:48:33.586Z</updated><title type='text'>DÚVIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/519017/My_Dreams_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/253783/My_Dreams_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonhei que um vento me levava arrebatado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde uma aurora ri louçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olhavam-me e diziam com cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As estrelas que guardam a manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas eu baixava os olhos, receosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Através desse espaço constelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E passava furtiva e silenciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andar triste, semblante calado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erma cheia de tédio e de quebranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Virou-se para Deus minha alma triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rompendo as amarras, caindo em pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só me falta saber se Deus existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que seja sonho apenas a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto a dor eternamente assiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se em silêncio sofrer vingança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Continuarei na dúvida, se Deus existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116791851357291274?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116791851357291274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116791851357291274' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116791851357291274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116791851357291274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2007/01/dvida.html' title='DÚVIDA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116732047195205762</id><published>2006-12-28T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:41:11.970Z</updated><title type='text'>VISÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/756313/Dreaming_with_Peace_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/949406/Dreaming_with_Peace_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma visão com asas de cetim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pousa de leve a delicada mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vem ás vezes, sentar-se perto de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sobre o meu dolorido coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque é tão erma e triste a tua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vem comigo! Embalada nos meus braços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E diz-me essa visão compadecida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Transporás a dormir esses espaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A noite exala uma doçura infinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num sonho feito de luz e encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde se crê e se ama, ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na noite funda há um silêncio santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu escuto-a imóvel, com ar sonolento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fito-a, num pasmo doloroso absorto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E mudo o tenebroso pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E responde: - " bem sabes que estou morto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116732047195205762?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116732047195205762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116732047195205762' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116732047195205762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116732047195205762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/viso.html' title='VISÃO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116682632378868580</id><published>2006-12-22T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:51:39.856Z</updated><title type='text'>PERDÃO, POR TE AMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/148751/My_Pain_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/276212/My_Pain_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor vivo tão só nesta tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Longe do teu olhar, cheio de encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tão longe ando de ti, numa incerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde minha alma se desfaz em pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O teu amor que tanto ambicionei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O pranto desta alma que delira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E a que tão loucamente me entreguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não passava, afinal, de uma mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acreditei na vida, e foi assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um amor puro e ledo, de criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixar alimentar dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma alegria cheia de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdão plos meus erros conscientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para o mal que já fiz e ainda fizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E para os meus pecados inocentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o crime sem perdão, de ser mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116682632378868580?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116682632378868580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116682632378868580' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116682632378868580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116682632378868580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/perdo-por-te-amar.html' title='PERDÃO, POR TE AMAR'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116636809738303909</id><published>2006-12-17T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:10:23.196Z</updated><title type='text'>POR TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/656367/bjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/bjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por ti que enches o mundo e não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Onda incorpórea e hálito disperso&lt;br /&gt;és o dulçor que encontro em cada beijo&lt;br /&gt;A harmonia que busco em cada verso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No voo em que me elevo a procurar-te&lt;br /&gt;Que um múrmurio de cântico e de prece&lt;br /&gt;me embala e vai comigo a toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no infinito, e até parece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que por ti se enflora a terra e o sol aquece&lt;br /&gt;e toda a luz é para iluminar-te&lt;br /&gt;E toda a sombra má desaparece&lt;br /&gt;E a música de Deus para cantar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É teu todo este sonho.Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Guarda-te um beijo audaz, febricitante&lt;br /&gt;Beijo feito de fogo e paixão&lt;br /&gt;Que por ti pulsa, em sonho inebriante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116636809738303909?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116636809738303909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116636809738303909' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116636809738303909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116636809738303909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/por-ti.html' title='POR TI'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116595683178169870</id><published>2006-12-12T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T20:53:51.800Z</updated><title type='text'>DOR NEFASTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/770716/Dreaming_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/239801/Dreaming_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quase apagada já a luz do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na hora magoadissima do poente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que nem o mar, o grande mar ouvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rezava a tua voz tão docemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No meu, o teu olhar que se morria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o mar a nossos pés em tom crescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tocando nem sei que sinfonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na minha mão, a tua mão ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A mesma chama nos prendeu aos dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E a ambos fustigou como um açoite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois... sei lá que aconteceu depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi a primeira estrela dessa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo esse altivo e festival concerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua voz, seu olhar, sua alma casta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brancas formas de luz que ao seio aperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonhadoramente, numa dor nefasta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116595683178169870?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116595683178169870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116595683178169870' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116595683178169870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116595683178169870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/dor-nefasta.html' title='DOR NEFASTA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116567538689737134</id><published>2006-12-09T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:43:06.913Z</updated><title type='text'>AGONIA DA SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/749587/Thinking_about_my_life_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/561825/Thinking_about_my_life_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alguma vez no espaço de um só dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonhaste percorrer a eternidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que faz da nossa vida uma agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alguma vez soubeste o que é saudade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentiste esmurecer tua alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No derradeiro tom da claridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como ao cair da noite murcha o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdeste alguma vez a liberdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se nunca presumiste o que era amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se uma saudade, enfim não conheceste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despindo as galas e vestindo a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que o maior mal ainda não sofreste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vê lá do que os teus olhos são capazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que insensato e louco é quem se ilude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que valha o mal que tu me fazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quis fugir, esquecer-te, mas não pude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116567538689737134?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116567538689737134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116567538689737134' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116567538689737134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116567538689737134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/agonia-da-saudade.html' title='AGONIA DA SAUDADE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116542125163216463</id><published>2006-12-06T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:07:31.646Z</updated><title type='text'>CONTRADIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/194475/Mermaid_at_the_Moonlight_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/859154/Mermaid_at_the_Moonlight_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A madrugada transformou-se em poente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixou-me triste assim que se apagou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu inundei-me dessa luz ardente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luz que nasceu e apenas cintilou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta contradição quem foi que a fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há dois amores! Qual é o verdadeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O da primeira ou segunda vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se há segunda, que é feito do primeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu que julgava eterna a duração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do voluptuoso amor que nos unia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De junto ao meu, possuir teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu que cheguei a ter essa alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conta-me com toda a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se ainda me amas, ou assim assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu vou morrendo de saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas o tempo, é que me vai matando a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116542125163216463?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116542125163216463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116542125163216463' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116542125163216463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116542125163216463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/contradio.html' title='CONTRADIÇÃO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116535602075467452</id><published>2006-12-05T21:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:00:20.773Z</updated><title type='text'>DESPEDIDA FATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/550431/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/506862/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu deste-me a ventura mais perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da imensa paixão com que te quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdia-a, e dei-te a chama insatisfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi bom, ter sido muito feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apaguei a última ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como um cego, a luz do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto ainda mais negra a escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Morto, o deslumbramento em que vivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O momento mais triste de uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numa eloquência muda, apaixonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É o momento fatal da despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o meu sombrio olhar de amargurada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei onde vou, e a parte que me cabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu destino é o que o futuro diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E há tanta, tanta gente que não sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que me falta pa ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116535602075467452?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116535602075467452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116535602075467452' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116535602075467452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116535602075467452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/despedida-fatal.html' title='DESPEDIDA FATAL'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116515998221575692</id><published>2006-12-03T15:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:47:15.146Z</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS PARA QUÊ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/144761/Merry_Christmas_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/891887/Merry_Christmas_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/488975/christmas-scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo simplesmente um Santo e feliz Natal a todos&lt;br /&gt;com muita Paz, amor e harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo enorme para todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116515998221575692?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116515998221575692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116515998221575692' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116515998221575692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116515998221575692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/palavras-para-qu.html' title='PALAVRAS PARA QUÊ...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116500804569616932</id><published>2006-12-01T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:20:45.716Z</updated><title type='text'>AS MINHAS MANIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ora cara FM (mana) e VERA cá estão as minhas manias,psicoses sei lá o que lhe quiserem chamar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada pessoa tem de mencionar cinco particularidades, regularmente designadas por "manias", coisas pequeninas que nos definem tão particularmente...!&lt;br /&gt;Para além disso têm de desafiar mais cinco bloguistas que têm, para além de especificar as suas manias, apresentar este regulamento.&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ª tara com o escovar do cabelo, eu escovo o cabelo várias vezes ao dia (demasiado longo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ª tenho a mania que se colocar um pirilampo azul na cabeça sou tipo ambulância (tou em todas) mas por vezes não consigo estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ª manter a mala super desarrumada para me conseguir orientar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4ª demasiado exigente comigo mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5ª falar demais e não conseguir estar quieta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116500804569616932?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116500804569616932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116500804569616932' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116500804569616932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116500804569616932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-minhas-manias.html' title='AS MINHAS MANIAS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116500704098428743</id><published>2006-12-01T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:04:01.000Z</updated><title type='text'>APELO DA ALMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/33919/Finally_I_found_the_light_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/526368/Finally_I_found_the_light_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha triste boca dolorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esbate as linhas graves e severas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E cai num abandono esquecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pelo assombro desta quimera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu rosto de monja, de marfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninguêm as vê brotar na minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procuro-te em vão, de braços abertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O som dos teus passos, sei conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aguardo com sentimentos despertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas sabe-se amor, que não pode ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha boca morta, grita ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando chegarás para te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentirei a tua boca, linda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o nosso amor renascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116500704098428743?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116500704098428743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116500704098428743' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116500704098428743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116500704098428743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/12/apelo-da-alma.html' title='APELO DA ALMA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116437609969889751</id><published>2006-11-24T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:58:21.846Z</updated><title type='text'>VENTO NORTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/1600/835315/The_Strenght_of_the_Nature_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5645/2763/320/264713/The_Strenght_of_the_Nature_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O vento levará os mil cansaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Através do mistério que embala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E há-de voltar aos nossos membros lassos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E em nós germinará a sua fala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nesse êxtase pagão que vence a sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num frémito vibrante de ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A nuvem que arrastou o vento norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É a sombra entre a mentira e a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu corpo em leves arabescos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Felinamente, em voluptuosas danças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai-te envolvendo em círculos dantescos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cravados no teu peito como lanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E gera heróis e poetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num mundo de maldades e pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O meu desejo e a minha ânsia secreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que sejamos eternamente abençoados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116437609969889751?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116437609969889751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116437609969889751' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116437609969889751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116437609969889751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/11/vento-norte.html' title='VENTO NORTE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116377303697338913</id><published>2006-11-17T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:18:49.316Z</updated><title type='text'>VIRTUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/The_Other_Side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/The_Other_Side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto que novamente embargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para um mundo de aventuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Começa um novo marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com palavras obscuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desligada dos círculos funestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De expectativa, e mentiras alheias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto o peso dos meus gestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nas minhas mãos, que estão cheias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque os outros usam a virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde germina, calada a podridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com uma aparente atitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para comprar o que não tem perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia gastos voltaremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De gestos agitados, irreais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lamentar o que sofremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A viver livres, como animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116377303697338913?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116377303697338913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116377303697338913' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116377303697338913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116377303697338913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/11/virtude.html' title='VIRTUDE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116359833221568948</id><published>2006-11-15T13:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:45:32.226Z</updated><title type='text'>MORRER DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Light_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Light_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/RIP_by_MelGama.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/RIP_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amar-te a vida inteira eu não podia&lt;br /&gt;Uma saudade morta em nós renasce&lt;br /&gt;A gente esquece sempre, o bem de um dia&lt;br /&gt;A mais nobre ilusão morre...desfaz-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso sonho foi alto e forte&lt;br /&gt;Deve-nos ser sagrado como pão&lt;br /&gt;Que pensei vê-lo até à morte&lt;br /&gt;A encher-me de luz o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toldam-se-me os olhos, de onde corre a vida&lt;br /&gt;Neste corpo exausto que despi&lt;br /&gt;Noite de amor que me foi prometida&lt;br /&gt;No mais secreto que existe em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que eu e tu, dois pobrezinhos&lt;br /&gt;Num país de ilusão que nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Andamos de mãos dadas, nos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;E eu morro amor, dentro de ti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116359833221568948?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116359833221568948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116359833221568948' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116359833221568948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116359833221568948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/11/morrer-de-amor.html' title='MORRER DE AMOR'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116343193324568069</id><published>2006-11-13T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:32:13.260Z</updated><title type='text'>LONGE DE TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Looking_for_my_way_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Looking_for_my_way_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Longe de ti são ermos os caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Longe de ti há noites silenciosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuas mãos doces, plenas de carinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdidas pelas noites invernosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tanto clarão nas trevas reflugiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pedi à vida mais do que ela dava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu castelo de luz que me caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eterna sonhadora edificava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Passei a vida a amar e a esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As brumas dos atalhos por onde ando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Á procura de um raio de sol para me aquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que há-de partir também, nem sei quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E é sempre a mesma mágoa, o mesmo tédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E este amor que assim me vai fugindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A mesma angústia funda, e sem remédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas a fé igual, em outro amor que vai surgindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116343193324568069?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116343193324568069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116343193324568069' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116343193324568069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116343193324568069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/11/longe-de-ti.html' title='LONGE DE TI'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116316740832144583</id><published>2006-11-10T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:03:28.353Z</updated><title type='text'>CORPOS PENSANTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/1000imagens.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/1000imagens.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No mais secreto do que existe em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A grande solidão que de ti espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tua falsa beleza, que não vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A voz com que te chamo, é de desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não fui eu que te quis, e não são meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os lábios sedentos que poisaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Possessa desta raiva que me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jamais os meus dedos te tocaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nossos corpos pensantes se entrelaçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nossos sexos furiosos se confundem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nossas almas sedentas se trespassam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nossos prazeres únicos se fundem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pensando, nos secamos e perdemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma causa maior que nos explique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta ansia de desejo que trazemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que nos satisfaça ou justifique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116316740832144583?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116316740832144583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116316740832144583' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116316740832144583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116316740832144583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/11/corpos-pensantes.html' title='CORPOS PENSANTES'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116299379789119371</id><published>2006-11-08T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:55:17.386Z</updated><title type='text'>O REFLEXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Mutation_2_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Mutation_2_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porquê esperar porquê, se não se alcança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O gesto que estrangula, a voz que grita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Antes aproveitar a nossa herança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do monstro que inventámos e que nos fita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta semente agreste que trazemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dentro do peito a emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um punhado de cinza esparso ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E na alma o bater do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este frio que anda em mim, e me gelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que é fortuna infinita é demência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu nem sei onde ando e onde vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto os passos da dor, da decadência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou um verme que um dia quis ser astro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou um refelxo...un canto de paisagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma estátua truncada de alabastro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei lá quem sou!... Uma miragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116299379789119371?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116299379789119371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116299379789119371' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116299379789119371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116299379789119371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-reflexo.html' title='O REFLEXO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116247049982470511</id><published>2006-11-02T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:29:32.706Z</updated><title type='text'>ALMA FRÁGIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Ghosts_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Ghosts_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero viver um momento&lt;br /&gt;Da noite ao mal frescor&lt;br /&gt;E entre os suspiros do vento&lt;br /&gt;Morrer contigo de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero tremer e sentir&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Quero sonhar e dormir&lt;br /&gt;Quero apagar a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me ponho a cismar em outras eras&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que foi numa outra vida&lt;br /&gt;Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras&lt;br /&gt;Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma é frágil como o sonho de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Soturna como preces de agonia&lt;br /&gt;Como soluços trágicos do vento&lt;br /&gt;É magoada, é pálida e sombria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116247049982470511?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116247049982470511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116247049982470511' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116247049982470511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116247049982470511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/11/alma-frgil.html' title='ALMA FRÁGIL'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116229337460227114</id><published>2006-10-31T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:16:14.616Z</updated><title type='text'>ESPÍRITO SERENO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Old_Times__old_dreams____by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Old_Times__old_dreams____by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu, que dormes, espírito sereno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como um levita á sombra dos altares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acorda! É tempo! O sol já vai alto e pleno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Posto à sombra dos credos seculares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escuto em sonhos, quando a sombra desce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da noite nas fantásticas estradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esse novo corcel, cujas passadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E, passando a galope, me aparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um cavaleiro de expressão potente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o corcel negro diz: " eu sou a morte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cavalga a fera estranha sem temor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Formidável, mas plácido, no porte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numa espiral, de estranhas contorções,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como um bando levado pelos ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No meu sonho desfilam as visões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espectros dos meus próprios pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116229337460227114?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116229337460227114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116229337460227114' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116229337460227114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116229337460227114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/esprito-sereno.html' title='ESPÍRITO SERENO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116221157547763807</id><published>2006-10-30T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:34:09.653Z</updated><title type='text'>SENTIMENTOS DISPERSOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/00073100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/00073100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem um poema, nem um verso nem um canto&lt;br /&gt;Nada a não ser este silêncio tenso&lt;br /&gt;Tudo raso de ausência, tudo liso de espanto&lt;br /&gt;Que faz do amor sozinho...o amor imenso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grande solidão que de ti espero&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje te aspiro, embalo, gemo e canto&lt;br /&gt;A voz com que te chamo é o desencanto&lt;br /&gt;E o espermen que te dou, o desespero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes viver do que morrer no pasmo&lt;br /&gt;Do nada que nos surge e nos devora&lt;br /&gt;Antes sofrer a raiva e o sarcasmo&lt;br /&gt;Do que desistir e ir embora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar um verso de alto pensamento&lt;br /&gt;São assim... ocos, rudes os meus versos&lt;br /&gt;É frágil, como o sonho de um momento&lt;br /&gt;Palavras vãs e sentimentos dispersos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116221157547763807?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116221157547763807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116221157547763807' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116221157547763807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116221157547763807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/sentimentos-dispersos.html' title='SENTIMENTOS DISPERSOS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116194740577628195</id><published>2006-10-27T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:16:29.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/No_Chance_to_Fly_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/No_Chance_to_Fly_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já é manhã...&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro raio de sol, já entra no meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;A preguiça envolve o meu corpo morno&lt;br /&gt;Despojado de movimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Volto a fechar os olhos e recuso-me a despertar&lt;br /&gt;Quero continuar a sentir, o aconchego do meu leito&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu corpo quente e relaxado&lt;br /&gt;Começa a reagir!&lt;br /&gt;A primeira reacção, involuntária...&lt;br /&gt;É um esticar de braços&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é um espreguiçar!&lt;br /&gt;É apenas um toque no vazio&lt;br /&gt;O despertar para um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;..... de solidão....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116194740577628195?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116194740577628195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116194740577628195' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116194740577628195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116194740577628195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-despertar.html' title='O Despertar'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116177224094584559</id><published>2006-10-25T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:56:18.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MADRUGADA NO MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/MAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/MAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que linda tarde aberta sobre o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abriu-se a noite em mágico luar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andando atrás de mim, sem me largar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só o vento geme, e quer entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E fico a olhar o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tão prateado no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para doidamente me lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E, a tristeza começa a chegar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quanto menos recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Menos me vou magoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas é difícil parar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E muito mais...não chorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O nosso amor morreu...quem o diria!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116177224094584559?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116177224094584559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116177224094584559' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116177224094584559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116177224094584559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/madrugada-no-mar.html' title='MADRUGADA NO MAR'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116176965883949863</id><published>2006-10-25T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:17:52.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCE ILUSÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Just_to_say_I_love_U_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Just_to_say_I_love_U_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ai, amor o teu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desperta em mim um desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E aquela vontade que almejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que morro se não te vejo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que louco este meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que continua na ilusão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se te quer ainda, ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E continua na solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para sempre irei sussurrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que aprendi a conjugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E contigo irei partilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eternamente o verbo amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116176965883949863?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116176965883949863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116176965883949863' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116176965883949863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116176965883949863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/doce-iluso.html' title='DOCE ILUSÃO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116118135623607715</id><published>2006-10-18T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:35:14.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO DESFEITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Torment_in_my_soul_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Torment_in_my_soul_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foste um sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma desilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foste a causa das minhas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E nunca notaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foste a chama do meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A personagem do filme que realizei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serás uma recordação constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A corda da minha raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do meu sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da minha culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És a pedra que esmagou o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que pisa o palhaço que se riu de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu és a insignificância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que desprezo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O herói que derrotei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O nome que risquei da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para mim és o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já morto e enterrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não existes mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi uma chama que se apagou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E não se tornou a acender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque o fogo já se extinguiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foste a causa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De todo o meu sonho desfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Das minhas tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De todo o meu sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FF&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/26403226-116118135623607715?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116118135623607715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116118135623607715' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116118135623607715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116118135623607715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/sonho-desfeito.html' title='SONHO DESFEITO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116099683332691391</id><published>2006-10-16T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:37:53.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O MEU SORRISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/geddes232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/geddes232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosto da noite&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de um céu cheio de estrelas cintilantes...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de instantes felizes...&lt;br /&gt;Do instante seguinte!&lt;br /&gt;De cada minuto que nos é dado, como que&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova oportunidade para mudar tudo !&lt;br /&gt;De um olhar... de um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;De sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;De sentir que não estou perdida numa imensa solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Que simplesmente existo!!&lt;br /&gt;E por isso estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Para dar sempre o meu sorriso ás pessoas que gosto&lt;br /&gt;E me fazem sentir bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116099683332691391?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116099683332691391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116099683332691391' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116099683332691391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116099683332691391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-meu-sorriso.html' title='O MEU SORRISO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-116066792414942778</id><published>2006-10-12T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:51:42.103Z</updated><title type='text'>A UM FIEL AMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/6q9y8o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/6q9y8o.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Palavras de um mundo obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Sentidos opostos da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sentado no alto de um muro&lt;br /&gt;A espera de uma palavra amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um fiel companheiro&lt;br /&gt;De coracao simples e puro&lt;br /&gt;Por amor nao trocava dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Porque acreditava no seu futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhou numa estrada sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Guiado pela imaginacao&lt;br /&gt;Riquezas dispersas como fumo&lt;br /&gt;Na angústia do seu coracao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-116066792414942778?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/116066792414942778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=116066792414942778' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116066792414942778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/116066792414942778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/um-fiel-amigo.html' title='A UM FIEL AMIGO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115988715582861274</id><published>2006-10-03T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:27:56.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTRE OS TEUS LÁBIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entre os teus lábios é&lt;br /&gt;que a loucura acode,&lt;br /&gt;desce à garganta,&lt;br /&gt;invade a água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No teu peito&lt;br /&gt;é que o pólen do fogo&lt;br /&gt;se junta à nascente,&lt;br /&gt;alastra na sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus flancos&lt;br /&gt;é que a fonte começa&lt;br /&gt;a ser rio de abelhas,&lt;br /&gt;rumor de tigre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da cintura aos joelhos&lt;br /&gt;é que a areia queima,&lt;br /&gt;o sol é secreto,&lt;br /&gt;cego o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deita-te comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina meus vidros.&lt;br /&gt;Entre lábios e lábios&lt;br /&gt;toda a música é minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115988715582861274?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115988715582861274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115988715582861274' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115988715582861274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115988715582861274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/entre-os-teus-lbios.html' title='ENTRE OS TEUS LÁBIOS'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115979714043676446</id><published>2006-10-02T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:28:19.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MENINA DA RUA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/The_little_girl_and_her_dream_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/400/The_little_girl_and_her_dream_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andou perdida no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Chorou no ombro da solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonou-se pela lua&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza deu-lhe a mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou ás portas do inferno,&lt;br /&gt;Passou ás portas do céu&lt;br /&gt;Andou perdida nas trevas&lt;br /&gt;Em noites escuras como bréu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedia desejos ás estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Fazia declarações á lua&lt;br /&gt;Brincava com o sol&lt;br /&gt;Esta menina da rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filha do sonho da gente&lt;br /&gt;Filha do mal e do bem&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tudo o que o mundo sente&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tudo o que o mundo tem. &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/26403226-115979714043676446?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115979714043676446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115979714043676446' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115979714043676446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115979714043676446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/10/menina-da-rua.html' title='MENINA DA RUA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115952793114630814</id><published>2006-09-29T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:28:41.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TU PODES MUDAR O MUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ouve amigo!...&lt;br /&gt;Tu que vives de sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Tu que vives de palavras sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Que nada dizem e nada fazem&lt;br /&gt;Para construir um mundo melhor....&lt;br /&gt;Tu que vives num mundo em que os outros se esquecem&lt;br /&gt;Que tu existes!&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o momento de parar,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;Ver tudo o que não fizeste,&lt;br /&gt;E pensar melhor no que poderás&lt;br /&gt;Fazer ainda hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Se te julgas no esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;Se pensas q não podes mudar&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que os outros dizem que mudam, mas não mudam&lt;br /&gt;Então ... continua a sonhar!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo tiver escavado&lt;br /&gt;Longas covas no teu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Aí pararás, olharás para trás&lt;br /&gt;E verás tudo aquilo que não fizeste!&lt;br /&gt;Será triste...&lt;br /&gt;Escorrer-te-ão lágrimas dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Percorrendo todas as rugas do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Triste, e sedento de juventude...&lt;br /&gt;Será triste...&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu podes mudar essa tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Basta lembrares-te de uma só coisa...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nunca volta atrás...&lt;br /&gt;.... por ninguém....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115952793114630814?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115952793114630814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115952793114630814' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115952793114630814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115952793114630814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/tu-podes-mudar-o-mundo.html' title='TU PODES MUDAR O MUNDO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115945679789603977</id><published>2006-09-28T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:49:46.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHO ETERNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/You_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/You_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Life_is_a_Dream____by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/I_had_a_Dream____by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia deixei o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Entrar no meu castelo&lt;br /&gt;Tinha armadura de prata&lt;br /&gt;Um cavalo negro montava&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus...Como era belo!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva então parou&lt;br /&gt;O arco íris brilhou&lt;br /&gt;e com sete cores beijou&lt;br /&gt;Num céu azul cristalino&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho q era menino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brincava, saltava e ria&lt;br /&gt;Corria de cor em cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas não tardou o vento a soprar&lt;br /&gt;E com ele arrastar a beleza&lt;br /&gt;Desse encanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O arco íris desfez&lt;br /&gt;O céu azul fez chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas no meu castelo guardei&lt;br /&gt;O cavaleiro do sonho&lt;br /&gt;Para num outro dia o soltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( FF )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115945679789603977?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115945679789603977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115945679789603977' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115945679789603977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115945679789603977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/sonho-eterno.html' title='SONHO ETERNO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115927086899672421</id><published>2006-09-26T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:48:00.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O REENCONTRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Love_by_MelGama.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/400/Love_by_MelGama.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olhei teus olhos castanhos&lt;br /&gt;molhados por um choro triste&lt;br /&gt;olhaste-me em soluços risonhos&lt;br /&gt;baixando a face, sorrindo fingiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantei minha mão com leveza&lt;br /&gt;e passei em tua face molhada,&lt;br /&gt;monstrando ainda a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De toda a mágoa passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus dedos em teus lábios tocaram&lt;br /&gt;Por desejo, talvez, não sei!&lt;br /&gt;Mas por saudade também passaram&lt;br /&gt;Nos lábios que um dia beijei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos olhos em silêncio chocaram&lt;br /&gt;em silêncio, recordando o passado&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios os teus beijaram&lt;br /&gt;Como há muito não tinham beijado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a estrela que rasga os céus&lt;br /&gt;teus olhos depressa sorriram.&lt;br /&gt;Porque teus lábios sentiram os meus&lt;br /&gt;e em gargalhadas se reencontraram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei teus olhos castanhos...&lt;br /&gt;Olhaste meus olhos verdes&lt;br /&gt;Só então sorri!...&lt;br /&gt;Porque afinal descobri&lt;br /&gt;A beleza dos sonhos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115927086899672421?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115927086899672421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115927086899672421' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115927086899672421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115927086899672421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-reencontro.html' title='O REENCONTRO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115918871289726095</id><published>2006-09-25T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:29:42.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TALVEZ UM DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Sweetness_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Sweetness_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/1000imagens.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanheceu&lt;br /&gt;O sol nasceu&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando toda aquela&lt;br /&gt;Miséria,&lt;br /&gt;Violência,&lt;br /&gt;Fome,&lt;br /&gt;Fúria de existir...&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia,&lt;br /&gt;A guerra continua&lt;br /&gt;Porque os homens gostam&lt;br /&gt;De empunhar as armas,&lt;br /&gt;E destruir, e destruir-se.&lt;br /&gt;E vão continuando a bombardear&lt;br /&gt;Sem escutar os protestos&lt;br /&gt;E as súplicas á sua volta,&lt;br /&gt;Sem aproveitar um raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;Para derreter o gelo dos seus corações.&lt;br /&gt;E isto, ano após ano,&lt;br /&gt;E até quando?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, ninguém sabe...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez até ao dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que um soldado&lt;br /&gt;Jogar fora as aarmas&lt;br /&gt;E içar uma bandeira branca&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo a Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez quando uma pomba branca&lt;br /&gt;Surgir no horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo no bico&lt;br /&gt;Um ramo verde de esperança&lt;br /&gt;E fizer de um capacete, enferrujado pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;De duração da guerra&lt;br /&gt;O seu ninho!&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia,&lt;br /&gt;O sol brilhará mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Com um brilho resplandecente&lt;br /&gt;Porque a sua luz&lt;br /&gt;Iluminará a Paz&lt;br /&gt;A tão esperada Paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115918871289726095?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115918871289726095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115918871289726095' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115918871289726095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115918871289726095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/talvez-um-dia.html' title='TALVEZ UM DIA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115891902812325054</id><published>2006-09-22T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:30:01.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MENDIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na escura noite&lt;br /&gt;Um vulto&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás das rugas de seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz...&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz quase apagada&lt;br /&gt;Com um brilho baço&lt;br /&gt;Que implorava compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto coxeava&lt;br /&gt;Estendia a sua mão e pedia,&lt;br /&gt;Pedia,por amor de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Uma esmola.&lt;br /&gt;A noite chorava&lt;br /&gt;Molhando com suas lágrimas frias&lt;br /&gt;Os trapos esfarrapados&lt;br /&gt;Que serviam de vestes aquele homem&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo sem forças,&lt;br /&gt;Já caído no chão&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estendia a sua mão&lt;br /&gt;E pedia,&lt;br /&gt;Pedia por amor de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Uma esmola.&lt;br /&gt;A multidão passava, apressada&lt;br /&gt;Ignorando e quase pisando&lt;br /&gt;Aquele corpo molhado,&lt;br /&gt;sem ouvirem aquela voz rouca,&lt;br /&gt;sem se aperceberem&lt;br /&gt;Que por detrás das rugas de seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Havia um brilho baço&lt;br /&gt;Que lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Se apagava para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115891902812325054?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115891902812325054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115891902812325054' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115891902812325054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115891902812325054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/mendigo.html' title='MENDIGO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115882655444713497</id><published>2006-09-21T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:30:32.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GRITO DE SAUDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Hope_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Hope_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No silêncio da minha saudade,&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE!&lt;br /&gt;Sem perguntas,sem explicações,&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse silêncio grita desejos,&lt;br /&gt;Clama emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de ver,&lt;br /&gt;De estar,&lt;br /&gt;De ser!&lt;br /&gt;Emoção no pensar,&lt;br /&gt;No sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;No querer...&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te meu!&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-te meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&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/26403226-115882655444713497?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115882655444713497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115882655444713497' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115882655444713497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115882655444713497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/grito-de-saudade.html' title='GRITO DE SAUDADE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115874548752904533</id><published>2006-09-20T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:30:54.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSTAR DE VIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olhei para o lado,&lt;br /&gt;Estavas tu a brincar&lt;br /&gt;Corei um bocado&lt;br /&gt;Tentei disfarçar e todo o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada faltar&lt;br /&gt;Ficou apoderado de uma sensação&lt;br /&gt;De estranhar&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos brilhantes,&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram-me vibrar&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso terno&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-me a tremer,&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhar suave&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui esquecer;&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje, até agora, até sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Faça sol, esteja a chover&lt;br /&gt;Seja dia, ou entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Assim ocupo o meu tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Somente em ti a pensar.&lt;br /&gt;E porquê? – Pergunto eu&lt;br /&gt;Estarei louca, ou a sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;Não é sonho, é bem real&lt;br /&gt;Já sei o que se passa&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o que deveras sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, isto não é de admirar&lt;br /&gt;Isto está sempre a acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Isto é simplesmente ganhar o poder,&lt;br /&gt;Ter oportunidade, uma vez de vencer&lt;br /&gt;Isto é agradar, tentar compreender,&lt;br /&gt;Isto é amar, querer sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;Tentar ser livre, gostar de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115874548752904533?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115874548752904533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115874548752904533' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115874548752904533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115874548752904533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/gostar-de-viver.html' title='GOSTAR DE VIVER'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115865363607428809</id><published>2006-09-19T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:31:56.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMINHO SEM DESTINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/The_Rose_by_Paigesmum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/The_Rose_by_Paigesmum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Batem os tambores&lt;br /&gt;Desta cruel morte,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo perde as suas cores&lt;br /&gt;Outros perdem a sua sorte.&lt;br /&gt;Depois sonham com algo além montes,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginam lagos&lt;br /&gt;Jamais vistos antes,&lt;br /&gt;Depois dizem:&lt;br /&gt;- Sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não passam de ignorantes,&lt;br /&gt;Traçam com um giz&lt;br /&gt;O destino imundo desta vida&lt;br /&gt;Já por eles escolhida.&lt;br /&gt;Vivem imponentemente&lt;br /&gt;Agarrados a um falso fundo&lt;br /&gt;Ao banalizar esta guerra incessante.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vão longe!...&lt;br /&gt;Jorra sangue no fervor de suas veias&lt;br /&gt;Pois teceram a prisão&lt;br /&gt;Nas suas próprias teias&lt;br /&gt;Porque transformaram&lt;br /&gt;Suas inocentes vidas&lt;br /&gt;No mais cruel caminho sem destino:&lt;br /&gt;- A DROGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115865363607428809?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115865363607428809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115865363607428809' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115865363607428809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115865363607428809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/caminho-sem-destino.html' title='CAMINHO SEM DESTINO'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115865328700472476</id><published>2006-09-19T09:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:32:18.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FORMAS DE AMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um sorriso!...&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra!...&lt;br /&gt;Um gesto!...&lt;br /&gt;Um silêncio!...&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar!...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo!...&lt;br /&gt;Uma carícia!...&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo!...&lt;br /&gt;São formas diversas de dizer:&lt;br /&gt;- “Amo-te”&lt;br /&gt;Mas também pode ser amor&lt;br /&gt;Aquele sorriso, por sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Aquela palavra, não dita&lt;br /&gt;Ou ainda aquela dita a mais&lt;br /&gt;Ou ainda aquela que tu não compreendeste!&lt;br /&gt;Aquele gesto,&lt;br /&gt;Morto quase antes de nascer…&lt;br /&gt;Aquele silêncio em que as palavras se atropelam…&lt;br /&gt;Aquele olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca cruzou o teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele outro que desceu&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ter encontrado o teu…&lt;br /&gt;Aquela carícia&lt;br /&gt;Que morreu antes do fim&lt;br /&gt;Aquele beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que não chegou a ser beijo&lt;br /&gt;Aquele desejo,&lt;br /&gt;De te amar sem limites…&lt;br /&gt;Sem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo tão limitado&lt;br /&gt;Por barreiras,&lt;br /&gt;Que não ouso saltar!&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de ser tua,&lt;br /&gt;A um tempo tão distante no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto,&lt;br /&gt;Ou ainda outra forma de dizer:&lt;br /&gt;- Amo-te tanto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115865328700472476?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115865328700472476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115865328700472476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115865328700472476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115865328700472476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/formas-de-amar.html' title='FORMAS DE AMAR'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115857196743676457</id><published>2006-09-18T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:56:46.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SINFONIA DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Love_in_the_moon_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Love_in_the_moon_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teus lábios percorrem meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Deslizam pela minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;Desnudam o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Despido de preconceito&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me neste deleite infindável...&lt;br /&gt;Vestido somente do desejo de sentir,do te querer de amar&lt;br /&gt;Neste êxtase que me proporcionas de suores, lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Gemidos, suspiros, risos e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Um toque, um som, um tom&lt;br /&gt;Harmoniosamente nesta sinfonia perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;Onde somente a alma busca e o coração escuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115857196743676457?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115857196743676457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115857196743676457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115857196743676457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115857196743676457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/sinfonia-do-amor.html' title='SINFONIA DO AMOR'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115832635272284362</id><published>2006-09-15T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:33:01.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMO-TE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/jetaime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/200/jetaime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Antes e depois de todos os acontecimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Na profunda imensidade do vazio,&lt;br /&gt;E a cada lágrima dos meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os ventos que cantam,&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as sombras que choram,&lt;br /&gt;Na extensão infinita do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Até a região onde os silêncios moram.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as transformações da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os caminhos do medo,&lt;br /&gt;Na angustia da vontade perdida,&lt;br /&gt;E na dor que se veste em segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo que estás presente,&lt;br /&gt;No olhar dos astros que te alcançam,&lt;br /&gt;Em tudo que ainda está ausente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Desde a criação das águas,&lt;br /&gt;Desde a ideia do fogo,&lt;br /&gt;E antes do primeiro riso e das primeiras mágoas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo perdidamente&lt;br /&gt;Desde a grande nebulosa,&lt;br /&gt;Até depois que o universo caia sobre mim,&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115832635272284362?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115832635272284362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115832635272284362' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115832635272284362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115832635272284362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/amo-te.html' title='AMO-TE'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115832581018315878</id><published>2006-09-15T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:33:27.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTRADA  DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/I_had_a_Dream____by_MelGama.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/I_had_a_Dream____by_MelGama.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faz silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Entra devagar, de passos leves&lt;br /&gt;Para ninguém notar.&lt;br /&gt;Finge que aqui não estás!&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim te vou guardar,tão bem escondido&lt;br /&gt;Que nem vão reparar.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, na minha vida és um tesouro que vale ouro&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdeste-te por aí, e deixaste-me aqui&lt;br /&gt;Não faças ruídos,aquieta-te dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não espalharei avisos,&lt;br /&gt;É melhor que seja assim.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos precisam ser guardados,para que não sejam invejados&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pode invejar por maldade ou por mediocridade.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém pode invejar por infelicidade ou por ingenuidade,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, não faças estardalhaços, eu sigo os teus passos,&lt;br /&gt;E tu segue os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos veremos até onde me vais levar, e se eu te posso acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Caso não te possas realizar, morre dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém saber.&lt;br /&gt;E se tu aconteceres, eu prometo deixar-te desfilar&lt;br /&gt;Na avenida da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos nos aplaudirão&lt;br /&gt;E alguns as costas nos darão.&lt;br /&gt;Na avenida da vida é assim q acontece,&lt;br /&gt;Uns nos aplaudem, enquanto outros&lt;br /&gt;Acham q a gente não se merece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115832581018315878?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115832581018315878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115832581018315878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115832581018315878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115832581018315878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/estrada-da-vida.html' title='ESTRADA  DA VIDA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115832493647508498</id><published>2006-09-15T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:33:48.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UM DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/I_cant_live______Final_version_by_MelGama.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/I_cant_live______Final_version_by_MelGama.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Quando as estrelas se apagarem&lt;br /&gt;E os meus olhos não brilharem,&lt;br /&gt;Quando as folhas secarem&lt;br /&gt;E as minhas lágrimas rolarem&lt;br /&gt;Quando as palavras se acabarem&lt;br /&gt;E os meus gestos se apagarem;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o meu querer for vazio&lt;br /&gt;E tudo perder o sentido&lt;br /&gt;E tu, meu sonho mais querido&lt;br /&gt;De mim te encontres perdido;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando o céu deixar de o ser&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha seiva romper&lt;br /&gt;E correr, correr, correr&lt;br /&gt;Sem algo porque viver;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando o mundo desabar&lt;br /&gt;E a minha vontade matar&lt;br /&gt;Se a raiva não findar;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando as portas se fecharem&lt;br /&gt;E as mão que me tocam crisparem&lt;br /&gt;Quando o silêncio for tal&lt;br /&gt;De modo a que transforme o real;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando deixar de ser&lt;br /&gt;E tudo ficar por fazer&lt;br /&gt;Porque se deixou de querer&lt;br /&gt;Então, eu direi:&lt;br /&gt;- Quero morrer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115832493647508498?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/feeds/115832493647508498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403226&amp;postID=115832493647508498' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115832493647508498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403226/posts/default/115832493647508498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seringaita.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-dia.html' title='UM DIA'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02575484301387795053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403226.post-115832418666265096</id><published>2006-09-15T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:34:08.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AUSENTE INFÂNCIA AUSENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/1600/Freedom_by_MelGama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5645/2763/320/Freedom_by_MelGama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha vida é feita de ilusão e sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;É triste pensar que não mas existe um contentamento&lt;br /&gt;Embora me acusem e me humilhem&lt;br /&gt;Novos horizontes se abrem no meu caminho:&lt;br /&gt;Horizontes de calma, liberdade e de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Que são uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Da minha distante infância.&lt;br /&gt;Sou infantil porque acredito&lt;br /&gt;Num futuro de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Sou infantil porque anseio a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Sou infantil porque quero&lt;br /&gt;A calma que há muito perdi&lt;br /&gt;Quando me revoltei&lt;br /&gt;Contra este mundo de injustiças&lt;br /&gt;Quando gritava para q me entendessem&lt;br /&gt;Quando não me aceitavam tal como eu era&lt;br /&gt;Terei gritado?&lt;br /&gt;Terei dado o grito da liberdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403226-115832418666265096?l=seringaita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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