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Carlyle'/><category term='Fausto'/><category term='100 anos Miguel Torga'/><category term='Madre Teresa de Calcutá'/><category term='Provérbio Árabe'/><category term='Márcia'/><category term='José DUARTE'/><category term='Che Guevara'/><category term='NASA'/><category term='Samuel Beckett'/><title>bebendo-o-ar-plácido-da-noite</title><subtitle type='html'>e esperando placidamente, as soluções plácidas para os seus anseios e inquietações furiosas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIHSXYyfCp7ImA9WhRaEk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-7472725137881147963</id><published>2012-02-14T15:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-14T15:48:58.894Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-14T15:48:58.894Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fausto'/><title>Porque não me vês</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Bile-dQkBAk?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Clic para ouvir e vê no YouTube. Senão, fica o poema.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meu amor adeus<br />Tem cuidado<br />Se a dor é um espinho<br />Que espeta sozinho<br />Do outro lado<br />Meu bem desvairado<br />Tão aflito<br />Se a dor é um dó<br />Que desfaz o nó<br />E desata um grito<br />Um mau olhado<br />Um mal pecado<br />E a saudade é uma espera<br />É uma aflição<br />Se é Primavera<br />É um fim de Outono<br />Um tempo morno<br />É quase Verão<br />Em pleno Inverno</span></div>
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10. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É um abandono<br /><br />Porque não me vês<br />Maresia<br />Se a dor é um ciúme<br />Que espalha um perfume<br />Que me agonia<br />Vem me ver amor<br />De mansinho<br />Se a dor é um mar<br />Louco a transbordar<br />Noutro caminho<br />Quase a espraiar<br />Quase a afundar<br />E a saudade é uma espera<br />É uma aflição<br />Se é Primavera<br />É um fim de Outono<br />Um tempo morno<br />É quase Verão<br />Em pleno Inverno<br /><br />É um abandono.</span></div>
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20. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.../ «Foi então que apareceu a raposa:<br />- Bom dia - disse a raposa.<br />- Bom dia - respondeu o principezinho com delicadeza. Mas ao voltar-se não viu ninguém.<br />- Estou aqui - disse a voz -, debaixo da macieira…<br />- Quem és tu? - disse o principezinho. - És bem bonita…<br />- Sou uma raposa - disse a raposa.<br />- Anda brincar comigo - propôs-lhe o principezinho. - Estou tão triste…<br />- Não posso brincar contigo - disse a raposa. - Ainda ninguém me cativou.<br />- Ah! perdão - disse o principezinho.<br />Mas, depois de ter reflectido, acrescentou: </span><div>
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23. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Que procuras?<br />- Procuro os homens - disse o principezinho. </span></div>
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25. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">- Que significa “cativar”?<br />- Os homens - disse a raposa - têm espingardas e caçam. É uma maçada! Também criam galinhas. É o único interesse que lhes acho. Andas à procura de galinhas?<br />- Não - disse o principezinho. - Ando à procura de amigos. Que significa “cativar”?<br />- É uma coisa de que toda a gente se esqueceu - disse a raposa. - Significa “criar laços…<br />- Criar laços? -<br />Isso mesmo - disse a raposa. - Para mim, não passas, por enquanto, de um rapazinho em tudo igual a cem mil rapazinhos. E eu não preciso de ti. E tu não precisas de mim. Para ti. não passo de uma raposa igual a cem mil raposas. Mas, se me cativares, precisaremos um do outro. Serás para mim único no mundo. Serei única no mundo para ti…<br />- Começo a compreender - disse o principezinho. - Existe uma flor, creio que ela me cativou.<br />- É possível - disse a raposa. - Vê-se de tudo à superfície da Terra…». </span><br /><br /><i>In</i>: O Principezinho</div>
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Hoje, 10 de Fevereiro, é seu aniversário. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo em tempos sombrios.&lt;br /&gt;Uma linguagem sem malícia é sinal de&lt;br /&gt;estupidez,&lt;br /&gt;uma testa sem rugas é sinal de indiferença.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que ainda ri é porque ainda não&lt;br /&gt;recebeu a terrível notícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tempos são esses, quando&lt;br /&gt;falar sobre flores é quase um crime.&lt;br /&gt;Pois significa silenciar sobre tanta injustiça?&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que cruza tranqüilamente a rua&lt;br /&gt;já está então inacessível aos amigos&lt;br /&gt;que se encontram necessitados?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade: eu ainda ganho o bastante para viver.&lt;br /&gt;Mas acreditem: é por acaso. Nado do que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o direito de comer quando eu tenho fome.&lt;br /&gt;Por acaso estou sendo poupado.&lt;br /&gt;(Se a minha sorte me deixa estou perdido!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem-me: come e bebe!&lt;br /&gt;Fica feliz por teres o que tens!&lt;br /&gt;Mas como é que posso comer e beber,&lt;br /&gt;se a comida que eu como, eu tiro de quem tem fome?&lt;br /&gt;se o copo de água que eu bebo, faz falta a&lt;br /&gt;quem tem sede?&lt;br /&gt;Mas apesar disso, eu continuo comendo e bebendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser um sábio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos livros antigos está escrito o que é a sabedoria:&lt;br /&gt;Manter-se afastado dos problemas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;e sem medo passar o tempo que se tem para&lt;br /&gt;viver na terra;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir seu caminho sem violência,&lt;br /&gt;pagar o mal com o bem,&lt;br /&gt;não satisfazer os desejos, mas esquecê-los.&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria é isso!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não consigo agir assim.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, eu vivo em tempos sombrios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vim para a cidade no tempo da desordem,&lt;br /&gt;quando a fome reinava.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vim para o convívio dos homens no tempo&lt;br /&gt;da revolta&lt;br /&gt;e me revoltei ao lado deles.&lt;br /&gt;Assim se passou o tempo&lt;br /&gt;que me foi dado viver sobre a terra.&lt;br /&gt;Eu comi o meu pão no meio das batalhas,&lt;br /&gt;deitei-me entre os assassinos para dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Fiz amor sem muita atenção&lt;br /&gt;e não tive paciência com a natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Assim se passou o tempo&lt;br /&gt;que me foi dado viver sobre a terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês, que vão emergir das ondas&lt;br /&gt;em que nós perecemos, pensem,&lt;br /&gt;quando falarem das nossas fraquezas,&lt;br /&gt;nos tempos sombrios&lt;br /&gt;de que vocês tiveram a sorte de escapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós existíamos através da luta de classes,&lt;br /&gt;mudando mais seguidamente de países que de&lt;br /&gt;sapatos, desesperados!&lt;br /&gt;quando só havia injustiça e não havia revolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós sabemos:&lt;br /&gt;o ódio contra a baixeza&lt;br /&gt;também endurece os rostos!&lt;br /&gt;A cólera contra a injustiça&lt;br /&gt;faz a voz ficar rouca!&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, nós,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
28. &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;que queríamos preparar o caminho para a&amp;nbsp;amizade,&lt;br /&gt;não pudemos ser, nós mesmos, bons amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vocês, quando chegar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;em que o homem seja amigo do homem,&lt;br /&gt;pensem em nós&lt;br /&gt;com um pouco de compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe de Viriato Porto, um amigo virtual no FB.&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/7347211766917598132-2163496224576746125?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/2163496224576746125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=2163496224576746125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/2163496224576746125?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/2163496224576746125?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2012/02/aos-que-virao-depois-de-nos.html' title='Aos que virão depois de nós'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQCRHk6cCp7ImA9WhRaEk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-113552000540377191</id><published>2012-02-07T14:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-14T15:29:25.718Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-14T15:29:25.718Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas Malloch'/><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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37. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Se não puderes ser um pinheiro no topo da colina<br />Sê um arbusto no vale – mas o melhor arbusto na encosta do monte.<br />Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.<br /><br />Se não puderes ser um ramo, sê um pouco de relva<br />e dá alegria a um caminho.<br />Se não puderes ser almíscar, sê então apenas uma tília,<br />Mas a tília mais viva do lago.<br />Não podemos ser todos capitães, temos de ser tripulação.<br />Há alguma coisa para todos nós aqui.<br />Há grandes obras e outras menores a realizar,<br />E é a próxima tarefa que devemos empreender.<br />Se não puderes ser uma estrada, sê apenas uma senda.<br />Se não puderes ser o sol, sê uma estrela.<br />Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso.<br />Sê o melhor de o que quer que sejas!"</span><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
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53. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De tudo ficou um pouco</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Do meu medo. Do teu asco.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dos gritos gagos. Da rosa</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ficou um pouco</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ficou um pouco de luz</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">captada no chapéu.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nos olhos do rufião</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de ternura ficou um pouco</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(muito pouco).</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pouco ficou deste pó</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de que teu branco sapato</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se cobriu. Ficaram poucas</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">roupas, poucos véus rotos</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pouco, pouco, muito pouco.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mas de tudo fica um pouco.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Da ponte bombardeada,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de duas folhas de grama,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">do maço- vazio - de cigarros, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ficou um pouco.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pois de tudo fica um pouco.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fica um pouco de teu queixo</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no queixo de tua filha.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De teu áspero silêncio</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um pouco ficou, um pouco</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nos muros zangados,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nas folhas, mudas, que sobem.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ficou um pouco de tudo</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no pires de porcelana,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dragão partido, flor branca,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ficou um poucode ruga na vossa testa,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">retrato.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Se de tudo fica um pouco,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">mas por que não ficaria</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um pouco de mim? no trem</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que leva ao norte, no barco,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nos anúncios de jornal,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um pouco de mim em Londres,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um pouco de mim algures?</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">na consoante?</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no poço?</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Um pouco fica oscilando</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">na embocadura dos rios</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e os peixes não o evitam,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um pouco: não está nos livros.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De tudo fica um pouco.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não muito: de uma torneira</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">pinga esta gota absurda,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">meio sal e meio álcool,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">salta esta perna de rã,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">este vidro de relógio</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">partido em mil esperanças,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">este pescoço de cisne,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">este segredo infantil...</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De tudo ficou um pouco:</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de mim; de ti; de Abelardo.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cabelo na minha manga,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de tudo ficou um pouco;</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">vento nas orelhas minhas,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">simplório arroto, gemido</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de víscera inconformada,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e minúsculos artefatos:</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">campânula, alvéolo, cápsula</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">de revólver... de aspirina.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De tudo ficou um pouco.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E de tudo fica um pouco.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh abre os vidros de loção</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e abafa o insuportável mau cheiro da memória.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mas de tudo, terrível, fica um pouco,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob as ondas ritmadas</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob as nuvens e os ventos</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob as pontes e sob os túneis</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob as labaredas e sob o sarcasmo</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob a gosma e sob o vômito</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob o soluço, o cárcere, o esquecido</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob os espetáculos e sob a morte escarlate</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob as bibliotecas, os asilos, as igrejas triunfantes</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob tu mesmo e sob teus pés já duros</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sob os gonzos da família e da classe,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fica sempre um pouco de tudo.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Às vezes um botão.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Às vezes um rato</span></blockquote>
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55. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-6073505164561798575?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/6073505164561798575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=6073505164561798575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/6073505164561798575?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/6073505164561798575?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2012/02/residuo-de-poema.html' title='Resíduo de poema'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21eIHZDVORM/TzEr0brqahI/AAAAAAAANCY/1M8gaqumntM/s72-c/280520113902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEQFRHw5eSp7ImA9WhRbFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-128542048842593329</id><published>2012-02-07T13:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:45:15.221Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-07T13:45:15.221Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Paixão'/><title>Leve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
56. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qL_r8o1Hdxg/TzEqwjVP9CI/AAAAAAAANCQ/WeQdu_0EXqg/s1600/280520113892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qL_r8o1Hdxg/TzEqwjVP9CI/AAAAAAAANCQ/WeQdu_0EXqg/s640/280520113892.jpg" width="372" /></a></div>
57. <br />
58. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve,</span><br />
59. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tão leve …</span><br />
60. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> ... Volátil ou voador,</span><br />
61. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Às vezes cacto, outras vezes flor.</span><br />
62. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve,</span><br />
63. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sem regras, barreiras ... fronteiras,</span><br />
64. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sem censura nem clausura.</span><br />
65. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Às vezes atroz outras vezes doçura</span><br />
66. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve,</span><br />
67. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O vento, o sorriso …</span><br />
68. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O pensamento,</span><br />
69. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leves as palavras de amor,</span><br />
70. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O perfume de uma flor.</span><br />
71. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve o olhar em que fraquejo,</span><br />
72. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve o beijo em que arquejo</span><br />
73. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve o arrepio na pele</span><br />
74. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O sonho que me embala</span><br />
75. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que me transporta e suspende</span><br />
76. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que me empurra e surpreende.</span><br />
77. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve o arrepio na pele.</span><br />
78. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve o sonho que me motiva</span><br />
79. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que me preenche e cativa</span><br />
80. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve o sonho de ser gente</span><br />
81. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De sorrir e estar presente</span><br />
82. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve o tempo de sorrir</span><br />
83. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De dar e repartir</span><br />
84. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Leve …</span><br />
85. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Loucura de ser feliz</span><br />
86. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
87. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
88. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Trouxe de «Quem lê Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen» </span><br />
89. &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;FERNANDA PAIXÃO (a publicar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-128542048842593329?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/128542048842593329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=128542048842593329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/128542048842593329?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/128542048842593329?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2012/02/leve.html' title='Leve'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qL_r8o1Hdxg/TzEqwjVP9CI/AAAAAAAANCQ/WeQdu_0EXqg/s72-c/280520113892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IDSHo_eip7ImA9WhRUEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-8368131634787664448</id><published>2012-01-20T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:32:59.442Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-20T00:32:59.442Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Márcia'/><title>A pele que há em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/47iOUCQF4nQ?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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94. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"></span><br />
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96. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Quando o dia entardeceu<br />E o teu corpo tocou<br />Num recanto do meu<br />Uma dança acordou<br />E o sol apareceu<br />De gigante ficou<br />Num instante apagou<br />O sereno do céu<br />E a calma a aguardar lugar em mim<br />O desejo a contar segundo o fim.<br />Foi num ar que te deu<br />E o teu canto mudou<br />E o teu corpo do meu<br />Uma trança arrancou<br />E o sangue arrefeceu<br />E o meu pé aterrou<br />Minha voz sussurrou<br />O meu sonho morreu<br />Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, minha calçada.<br />Dá-me o quarto vazio da minha casa<br />Vou deixar-te no fio da tua fala.<br />Sobre a pele que há em mim<br />Tu não sabes nada.<br />Quando o amor se acabou<br />E o meu corpo esqueceu<br />O caminho onde andou<br />Nos recantos do teu<br />E o luar se apagou<br />E a noite emudeceu<br />O frio fundo do céu<br />Foi descendo e ficou.<br />Mas a mágoa não mora mais em mim<br />Já passou, desgastei<br />Para lá do fim<br />É preciso partir<br />É o preço do amor<br />Para voltar a viver<br />Já não sinto o sabor<br />A suor e pavor<br />Do teu colo a ferver<br />Do teu sangue de flor<br />Já não quero saber.<br />Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, a minha estrada.<br />O quarto vazio na madrugada<br />Vou deixar-te no frio da tua fala.<br />Na vertigem da voz<br />Quando enfim se cala.</span></blockquote>
97. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><br />
98. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-8368131634787664448?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/8368131634787664448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=8368131634787664448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/8368131634787664448?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/8368131634787664448?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2012/01/pele-que-ha-em-mim.html' title='A pele que há em mim'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/47iOUCQF4nQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0UERX08fyp7ImA9WhRUEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-3253587154059681187</id><published>2012-01-20T00:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:26:44.377Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-20T00:26:44.377Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><title>Nomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
99. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
100. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
101. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As bestas chamam-se Andorinha, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Neblina </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ou Baronesa, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Marquesa, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Princesa.</span><br />
102. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Esta é Sereia, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">aquela, Pelintra </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e tem a bela Estrela.</span><br />
103. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Relógio, Soberbo e Lambari são burros.</span><br />
104. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O cavalo, simplesmente Majestade.</span><br />
105. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O boi Besouro, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">outro, Beija-Flor </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e Pintassilgo, Camarão, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bordado.</span><br />
106. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tem mesmo o boi chamado labirinto.</span><br />
107. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ciganinha, esta vaca; outra, Redonda.</span><br />
108. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Assim pastam os nomes pelo campo, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ligados à criação. </span><br />
109. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Todo animal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;é mágico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-3253587154059681187?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/3253587154059681187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=3253587154059681187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3253587154059681187?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3253587154059681187?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2012/01/nomes.html' title='Nomes'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUGSXw5eSp7ImA9WhRUEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-7901382502919122234</id><published>2012-01-20T00:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:10:28.221Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-20T00:10:28.221Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Álvaro de Campos'/><title>Cansaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
110. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-pjUqc9wMQ/TxivP2BJQiI/AAAAAAAANA0/f0yxBXVIK8w/s1600/070120125361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="409" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-pjUqc9wMQ/TxivP2BJQiI/AAAAAAAANA0/f0yxBXVIK8w/s640/070120125361.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
111. Foto de G. Pinto - Junto ao Tejo<br />
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114. <blockquote class="tr_bq">
115. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço — </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Não disto nem daquilo, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada: </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Cansaço. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A subtileza das sensações inúteis, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">As paixões violentas por coisa nenhuma, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Os amores intensos por o suposto em alguém, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Essas coisas todas — </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Essas e o que falta nelas eternamente —; </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Tudo isso faz um cansaço, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Este cansaço, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Cansaço. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Há sem dúvida quem deseje o impossível, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Há sem dúvida quem não queira nada — </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Três tipos de idealistas, e eu nenhum deles: </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Porque eu amo infinitamente o finito, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Porque eu desejo impossivelmente o possível, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Porque quero tudo, ou um pouco mais, se puder ser, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ou até se não puder ser... </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">E o resultado? </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Para eles a vida vivida ou sonhada, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Para eles o sonho sonhado ou vivido, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Para eles a média entre tudo e nada, isto é, isto... </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Para mim só um grande, um profundo, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">E, ah com que felicidade infecundo, cansaço, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Um supremíssimo cansaço, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Íssimno,  íssimo, íssimo, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Cansaço... </span></blockquote>
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117. <br />
118.  In "Poemas"
119. *Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-7901382502919122234?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/7901382502919122234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=7901382502919122234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/7901382502919122234?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/7901382502919122234?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2012/01/cansaco.html' title='Cansaço'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-pjUqc9wMQ/TxivP2BJQiI/AAAAAAAANA0/f0yxBXVIK8w/s72-c/070120125361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8GQn48fyp7ImA9WhRaEk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-2028466272314981606</id><published>2012-01-04T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-14T15:37:03.077Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-02-14T15:37:03.077Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia Couto'/><title>Poema da despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
120. <h2 style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 198pt; margin-right: 26.25pt; margin-top: 0cm; page-break-after: avoid; text-align: justify;">
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134. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /><br />Não saberei nunca<br />dizer adeus<br /><br /><br />Afinal,<br />só os mortos sabem morrer<br /><br /><br />Resta ainda tudo,<br />só nós não podemos ser<br /><br /><br />Talvez o amor,<br />neste tempo,<br />seja ainda cedo<br /><br /><br />Não é este sossego<br />que eu queria,<br />este exílio de tudo,<br />esta solidão de todos<br /><br /><br />Agora<br />não resta de mim<br />o que seja meu<br />e quando tento<br />o magro invento de um sonho<br />todo o inferno me vem à boca<br /><br /><br />Nenhuma palavra<br />alcança o mundo, eu sei<br />Ainda assim,<br />escrevo</span><br /><div>
135. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-2028466272314981606?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/2028466272314981606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=2028466272314981606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/2028466272314981606?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/2028466272314981606?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2012/01/poema-da-despedida.html' title='Poema da despedida'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GC-aDunjzg/TwSJISfwifI/AAAAAAAANAQ/aRTTw05pn08/s72-c/190720114335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcHQXcyfSp7ImA9WhRTFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-8122497920808838156</id><published>2011-11-07T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:47:10.995Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-07T17:47:10.995Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Waits'/><title>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="244" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rllqERRRUX0?fs=1" width="359"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
136. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
137. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No shadow no stars</span><br />
138. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no moon no cars</span><br />
139. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">November</span><br />
140. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it only believes</span><br />
141. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">in a pile of dead leaves</span><br />
142. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and a moon</span><br />
143. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">that's the color of bone</span><br />
144. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
145. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No prayers for November</span><br />
146. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to linger longer</span><br />
147. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">stick your spoon in the wall</span><br />
148. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">we'll slaughter them all</span><br />
149. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
150. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">November has tied me</span><br />
151. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to an old dead tree</span><br />
152. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">get word to April</span><br />
153. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">to rescue me</span><br />
154. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">November's cold chain</span><br />
155. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
156. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Made of wet boots and rain</span><br />
157. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and shiny black ravens</span><br />
158. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">on chimney smoke lanes</span><br />
159. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">November seems odd</span><br />
160. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">you're my firing squad</span><br />
161. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">November</span><br />
162. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
163. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With my hair slicked back</span><br />
164. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">with carrion shellac</span><br />
165. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">with the blood from a pheasant</span><br />
166. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and the bone from a hare</span><br />
167. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tied to the branches</span><br />
168. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">of a roebuck stag</span><br />
169. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">left to wave in the timber</span><br />
170. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">like a buck shot flag</span><br />
171. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
172. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Go away you rainsnout</span><br />
173. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">go away blow your brains out</span><br />
174. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">November</span><br />
175. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-8122497920808838156?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/8122497920808838156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=8122497920808838156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/8122497920808838156?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/8122497920808838156?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rllqERRRUX0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUECSXw8eyp7ImA9WhRWFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-7830704818923997364</id><published>2011-11-03T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:21:08.273Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-04T17:21:08.273Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Gomes Ferreira'/><title>Há quem julgue que nos venceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
176. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb1DSrm8iRA/TrJbPFslEYI/AAAAAAAAM_A/U_ZEKcmBYkM/s1600/180820114577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb1DSrm8iRA/TrJbPFslEYI/AAAAAAAAM_A/U_ZEKcmBYkM/s400/180820114577.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
177. <div style="text-align: justify;">
178. <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
179. <div style="text-align: justify;">
180. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">«(O Sonho é a nossa arma)». Nunca devemos deixar de sonhar.</span></div>
181. <div style="text-align: justify;">
182. <br /></div>
183. <div style="text-align: justify;">
184. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Há quem julgue que nos venceu
185. só porque estamos para aqui, famintos e nus,
186. de novo sem terra nem céu, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a apanhar do chão, às escondidas do luar,
187. os frutos podres caídos dos ramos. </span></div>
188. <div style="text-align: justify;">
189. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mas não. </span></div>
190. <div style="text-align: justify;">
191. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Temos ainda uma arma de luz
192. pura lutar;
193. SONHAMOS.
194.  
195. …enquanto os outros, os traidores,
196. sem lutas nem cicatrizes
197. entregam a terra ao rasto dos gamos
198. e douram os olhos dos velhos senhores
199. com voos de perdizes... </span></div>
200. <div style="text-align: justify;">
201. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sim. sonhamos. </span></div>
202. <div style="text-align: justify;">
203. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E o sonho quem o derrota?
204. - mesmo quando vamos
205. perdidos na rota
206. de um barco sem remos
207. na tempestade de um vulcão. </span></div>
208. <div style="text-align: justify;">
209. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sim, camaradas, sonhamos. </span></div>
210. <div style="text-align: justify;">
211. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">SONHEMOS!
212.  
213. O Sonho é também acção. </span></div>
214. <div style="text-align: justify;">
215. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
216. <div style="text-align: justify;">
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219. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In&lt;/i&gt; A Poesia Continua, velhas e novas circunstâncias, casafernandopessoa.cm-lisboa.pt&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/7347211766917598132-7830704818923997364?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/7830704818923997364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=7830704818923997364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/7830704818923997364?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/7830704818923997364?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/11/ha-quem-julgue-que-nos-venceu.html' title='Há quem julgue que nos venceu'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb1DSrm8iRA/TrJbPFslEYI/AAAAAAAAM_A/U_ZEKcmBYkM/s72-c/180820114577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YHSX09fip7ImA9WhRTE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-3914555228790429231</id><published>2011-11-03T09:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:05:38.366Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-03T09:05:38.366Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruy Belo'/><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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221. <a href="http://palavrastantas.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-meu-pas-no-acontece-nada.html" style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none;">No meu país não acontece nada</a></h3>
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232. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No meu país não acontece nada</span></div>
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234. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">À terra vai-se pela estrada em frente<br />Novembro é quanta cor o céu consente<br />Às casas com que o frio abre a praça.<br /><br />Dezembro vibra vidros brande as folhas<br />A brisa sopra e corre e varre o adro menos mal<br />Que o mais zeloso varredor municipal<br />Mas que fazer de toda esta cor azul<br /><br />Que sobre os campos neste meu país do sul?<br />A gente é previdente tem saúde e assistência cala-se e mais nada<br />A boca é pra comer e pra trazer fechada<br />O único caminho é direito ao sol<br /><br />No meu país não acontece nada<br />O corpo curva ao peso de uma alma que não sente<br />Todos temos janela para o mar voltada<br />O fisco vela e a palavra era para toda a gente<br /><br />E juntam-se na casa portuguesa<br />A saudade e o transístor sob o céu azul<br />A indústria prospera e fazem-se ao abrigo<br />Da velha lei mental pastilhas de mentol<br /><br />O português paga calado cada prestação<br />Para banhos de sol nem casa se precisa<br />E cai-nos sobre os ombros quer a arma quer a sisa<br />E o colégio do ódio é a patriótica organização<br /><br />Morre-se a ocidente como o sol à tarde<br />Cai a sirene sob o sol a pino<br />Da inspecção do rosto o próprio olhar nos arde<br />Nessa orla costeira qual de nós foi um dia menino?<br /><br />Há neste mundo seres para quem<br />A vida não contém contentamento<br />E a nação faz um apelo à mãe<br />Atenta a gravidade do momento<br /><br />O meu país é o que o mar não quer<br />É o pescador cuspido à praia à luz do dia<br />Pois a areia cresceu e o povo em vão requer<br />Curvado o que de fronte erguida já lhe pertencia<br /><br />A minha terra é uma grande estrada<br />Que põe a pedra entre o homem e a mulher<br />O homem vende a vida e verga sob a enxada<br />O meu país é o que o mar não quer</span><br /></div>
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239. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-3914555228790429231?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/3914555228790429231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=3914555228790429231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3914555228790429231?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3914555228790429231?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-meu-pais-nao-acontece-nada-no-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFHV1Z0v7Kc/TrJT2kINNiI/AAAAAAAAM-0/-Kf5851P5GI/s72-c/TOSH0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ABR3o6fyp7ImA9WhdaEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-3288374705653355410</id><published>2011-10-20T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:15:56.417+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-20T21:15:56.417+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen'/><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
240. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGmccYaVtZI/TqB_TsJAM0I/AAAAAAAAM7M/u6VxV3HK4Sg/s1600/140820114533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGmccYaVtZI/TqB_TsJAM0I/AAAAAAAAM7M/u6VxV3HK4Sg/s400/140820114533.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
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243. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Quem me roubou o tempo que era um<br />quem me roubou o tempo que era meu<br />o tempo todo inteiro que sorria<br />onde o meu Eu foi mais limpo e verdadeiro<br />e onde por si mesmo o poema se escrevia</span></blockquote>
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245. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In "RELÂMPAGO" Nº 9 (Out. de 2001), in OBRA POÉTICA (Caminho, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-3288374705653355410?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/3288374705653355410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=3288374705653355410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3288374705653355410?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3288374705653355410?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/10/quem-me-roubou-o-tempo-que-era-um-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGmccYaVtZI/TqB_TsJAM0I/AAAAAAAAM7M/u6VxV3HK4Sg/s72-c/140820114533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UESHs8eyp7ImA9WhdbFEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-8548535457510852010</id><published>2011-10-12T11:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:26:49.573+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-12T11:26:49.573+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raul de Carvalho'/><title>Serenidade és minha (à memória de Fernando Pessoa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
246. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1d7W0nV1eo/TpVlrZmcIqI/AAAAAAAAM1g/UYvsaLuL8Xo/s1600/280520113905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1d7W0nV1eo/TpVlrZmcIqI/AAAAAAAAM1g/UYvsaLuL8Xo/s400/280520113905.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div>
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Vem, serenidade!<br />Vem cobrir a longa<br />fadiga dos homens,<br />este antigo desejo de nunca ser feliz<br />a não ser pela dupla umidade das bocas.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade!<br />Faz com que os beijos cheguem à altura dos ombros<br />e com que os ombros subam à altura dos lábios,<br />faz com que os lábios cheguem à altura dos beijos.<br />Carrega para a cama dos desempregados<br />todas as coisas verdes, todas as coisas vis<br />fechadas no cofre das águas:<br />os corais, as anêmonas, os monstros sublunares,<br />as algas, porque um fio de prata lhes enfeita os cabelos.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />com o país veloz e virginal das ondas,<br />com o martírio leve dos amantes sem Deus,<br />com o cheiro sensual das pernas no cinema,<br />com o vinho e as uvas e o frêmito das virgens,<br />com o macio ventre das mulheres violadas,<br />com os filhos que os pais amaldiçoam,<br />com as lanternas postas à beira dos abismos,<br />e os segredos e os ninhos e o feno<br />e as procissões sem padre, sem anjos e, contud<br />com Deus molhando os olhos<br />e as esperanças dos pobres.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />com a paz e a guerra<br />derrubar as selvagens<br />florestas do instinto.<br /><br />Vem, e levanta<br />palácios na sombra.<br />Tem a paciência de quem deixa entre os lábios<br />um espaço absoluto.<br /><br />Vem, e desponta,<br />oriunda dos mares,<br />orquídea fresca das noites vagabundas,<br />serena espécie de contentamento,<br />surpresa, plenitude.<br /><br />Vem dos prédios sem almas e sem luzes,<br />dos números irreais de todas as semanas,<br />dos caixeiros sem cor e sem família,<br />das flores que rebentam nas mãos dos namorados<br />dos bancos que os jardins afogam no silêncio,<br />das jarras que os marujos trazem sempre da China,<br />dos aventais vermelhos com que as mulheres esperam<br />a chegada da força e da vertigem.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />e põe no peito sujo dos ladrões<br />a cruz dos crimes sem cadeia,<br />põe na boca dos pobres o pão que eles precisam,<br />põe nos olhos dos cegos a luz que lhes pertence.<br /><br />Vem nos bicos dos pés para junto dos berços,<br />para junto das campas dos jovens que morreram,<br />para junto das artérias que servem<br />de campo para o trigo, de mar para os navios.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade!<br />E do salgado bojo das tuas naus felizes<br />despeja a confiança,<br />a grande confiança.<br />Grande como os teus braços,<br />grande serenidade!<br /><br />E põe teus pés na terra,<br />e deixa que outras vozes<br />se comovam contigo<br />no Outono, no Inverno,<br />no Verão, na Primavera.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />para que se não fale<br />nem da paz nem da guerra nem de Deus,<br />porque foi tudo junto<br />e guardado e levado<br />para a casa dos homens.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />vem com a madrugada,<br />vem com os anjos de ouro que fugiram da Lua,<br />com as nuvens que proíbem o céu,<br />vem com o nevoeiro.<br /><br />Vem com as meretrizes que chamam da janela,<br />o volume dos corpos saciados na cama,<br />as mil aparições do amor nas esquinas,<br />as dívidas que os pais nos pagam em segredo,<br />as costas que os marinheiros levantam<br />quando arrastam o mar pelas ruas.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />e lembra-te de nós,<br />que te esperamos há séculos sempre no mesmo sítio,<br />um sítio aonde a morte tem todos os direitos.<br /><br />Lembra-te da miséria dourada dos meus versos,<br />desta roupa de imagens que me cobre<br />o corpo silencioso,<br />das noites que passei perseguindo uma estrela,<br />do hálito, da fome, da doença, do crime,<br />com que dou vida e morte<br />a mim próprio e aos outros.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />e acaba com o vício<br />de plantar roseiras no duro chão dos dias,<br />vicio de beber água<br />com o copo do vinho milagroso do sangue.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />não apagues ainda<br />a lâmpada que forra<br />os cantos do meu quarto,<br />o papel com que embrulho meus rios de aventura<br />em que vai navegando o futuro.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade!<br />E pousa, mais serena que as mãos de minha Mãe,<br />mais úmida que a pele marítima do cais,<br />mais branca que o soluço, o silêncio, a origem,<br />mais livre que uma ave em seu vôo,<br />mais branda que a grávida brandura do papel em que escrevo,<br />mais humana e alegre que o sorriso das noivas,<br />do que a voz dos amigos, do que o sol nas searas.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />para perto de mim e para nunca.<br /><br />....................................... ................<br /><br />De manhã, quando as carroças de hortaliça<br />chiam por dentro da lisa e sonolenta<br />tarefa terminada,<br />quando um ramo de flores matinais<br />é uma ofensa ao nosso limitado horizonte,<br />quando os astros entregam ao carteiro surpreendido<br />mais um postal da esperança enigmática,<br />quando os tacões furados pelos relógios podres,<br />pelas tardes por trás das grades e dos muros,<br />pelas convencionais visitas aos enfermos,<br />formam, em densos ângulos de humano desespero,<br />uma nuvem que aumenta a vã periferia<br />que rodeia a cidade,<br />é então que eu te peço como quem pede amor:<br />Vem, serenidade!<br /><br />Com a medalha, os gestos e os teus olhos azuis,<br />vem, serenidade!<br /><br />Com as horas maiúsculas do cio,<br />com os músculos inchados da preguiça,<br />vem, serenidade!<br /><br />Vem, com o perturbante mistério dos cabelos,<br />o riso que não é da boca nem dos dentes<br />mas que se espalha, inteiro,<br />num corpo alucinado de bandeira.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />antes que os passos da noite vigilante<br />arranquem as primeiras unhas da madrugada,<br />antes que as ruas cheias de corações de gás<br />se percam no fantástico cenário da cidade,<br />antes que, nos pés dormentes dos pedintes,<br />a cólera lhes acenda brasas nos cinco dedos,<br />a revolta semeie florestas de gritos<br />e a raiva vá partir as amarras diárias.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />leva-me num vagão de mercadorias,<br />num convés de algodão e borracha e madeira,<br />na hélice emigrante, na tábua azul dos peixes,<br />na carnívora concha do sono.<br /><br />Leva-me para longe<br />deste bíblico espaço,<br />desta confusão abúlica dos mitos,<br />deste enorme pulmão de silêncio e vergonha.<br />Longe das sentinelas de mármore<br />que exigem passaporte a quem passa.<br /><br />A bordo, no porão,<br />conversando com velhos tripulantes descalços,<br />crianças criminosas fugidas à policia,<br />moços contrabandistas, negociantes mouros,<br />emigrados políticos que vão<br />em busca da perdida liberdade,<br />Vem, serenidade,<br />e leva-me contigo.<br />Com ciganos comendo amoras e limões,<br />e música de harmônio, e ciúme, e vinganças,<br />e subindo nos ares o livre e musical<br />facho rubro que une os seios da terra ao Sol.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade!<br />Os comboios nos esperam.<br />Há famílias inteiras com o jantar na mesa,<br />aguardando que batam, que empurrem, que irrompam<br />pela porta levíssima,<br />e que a porta se abra e por ela se entornem<br />os frutos e a justiça.<br /><br />Serenidade, eu rezo:<br />Acorda minha Mãe quando ela dorme,<br />quando ela tem no rosto a solidão completa<br />de quem passou a noite perguntando por mim,<br />de quem perdeu de vista o meu destino.<br /><br />Ajuda-me a cumprir a missão de poeta,<br />a confundir, numa só e lúcida claridade,<br />a palavra esquecida no coração do homem.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />e absolve os vencidos,<br />regulariza o trânsito cardíaco dos sonhos<br />e dá-lhes nomes novos,<br />novos ventos, novos portos, novos pulsos.<br /><br />E recorda comigo o barulho das ondas,<br />as mentiras da fé, os amigos medrosos,<br />os assombros da índia imaginada,<br />o espanto aprendiz da nossa fala,<br />ainda nossa, ainda bela, ainda livre<br />destes montes altíssimos que tapam<br />as veias ao Oceano.<br /><br />Vem, serenidade,<br />e faz que não fiquemos doentes, só de ver<br />que a beleza não nasce dia a dia na terra.<br /><br />E reúne os pedaços dos espelhos partidos,<br />e não cedas demais ao vislumbre de vermos<br />a nossa idade exata<br />outra vez paralela ao percurso dos pássaros.<br /><br />E dá asas ao peso<br />da melancolia,<br />e põe ordem no caos e carne nos espectros,<br />e ensina aos suicidas a volúpia do baile,<br />e enfeitiça os dois corpos quando eles se apertarem,<br />e não apagues nunca o fogo que os consome.<br />o impulso que os coloca, nus e iluminados,<br />no topo das montanhas, no extremo dos mastros<br />na chaminé do sangue.<br /><br />Serenidade, assiste<br />à multiplicação original do Mundo:<br />Um manto terníssimo de espuma,<br />um ninho de corais, de limos, de cabelos,<br />um universo de algas despidas e retráteis,<br />um polvo de ternura deliciosa e fresca.<br /><br />Vem, e compartilha<br />das mais simples paixões,<br />do jogo que jogamos sem parceiro,<br />dos humilhantes nós que a garganta irradia,<br />da suspeita violenta, do inesperado abrigo.<br /><br />Vem, com teu frio de esquecimento,<br />com tua alucinante e alucinada mão,<br />e põe, no religioso ofício do poema,<br />a alegria, a fé, os milagres, a luz!<br /><br />Vem, e defende-me<br />da traição dos encontros,<br />do engano na presença de Aquele<br />cuja palavra é silêncio,<br />cujo corpo é de ar,<br />cujo amor é demais<br />absoluto e eterno<br />para ser meu, que o amo.<br /><br />Para sempre irreal,<br />para sempre obscena,<br />para sempre inocente,<br />Serenidade, és minha. </span></span><br />
253. <div>
254. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div>
255. <div>
256. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">RAUL DE CARVALHO (1920-1984) / serenidade és minha (1955)</span><br />
257. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><br />
258. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div>
259. <div>
260. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">... / ...</span></span></div>
261. <div>
262. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Impressionante este poema.</span></span></div>
263. <div>
264. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div>
265. <div>
266. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-8548535457510852010?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/8548535457510852010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=8548535457510852010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/8548535457510852010?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/8548535457510852010?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/10/serenidade-es-minha-memoria-de-fernando.html' title='Serenidade és minha (à memória de Fernando Pessoa)'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1d7W0nV1eo/TpVlrZmcIqI/AAAAAAAAM1g/UYvsaLuL8Xo/s72-c/280520113905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EDR3g_cCp7ImA9WhdVFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-6198398851667339020</id><published>2011-09-20T13:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:27:56.648+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-20T13:27:56.648+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Margarida Faro'/><title>Deixa andar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
267. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVPAR51Ep0U/TniF5lCzMyI/AAAAAAAAMxY/kF-cs7bl7co/s1600/TOSH0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVPAR51Ep0U/TniF5lCzMyI/AAAAAAAAMxY/kF-cs7bl7co/s400/TOSH0043.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
268. <br />
269. <br />
270. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">E se alguém vier dizer-te que te amo, </span><br />
271. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">não acredites, não ligues, deixa andar. </span><br />
272. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É fantasia minha, sem sentido nem lugar, </span><br />
273. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">bebedeira de Absoluto a curto prazo, sem pertença. </span><br />
274. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Já nem eu sei se de tanto sou capaz. </span><br />
275. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Não sei se estou longe de ti, aqui onde te guardo, </span><br />
276. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se estou contigo na infinita distância </span><br />
277. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que vai de um ser a outro, e nos separa. </span><br />
278. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ter palavras e ter cara parece que não basta. </span><br />
279. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Há sempre um silêncio grosso entre as pessoas. </span><br />
280. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Se a vida nos sustenta, se nos tenta, </span><br />
281. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e, depois, nos atraiçoa e não compensa, </span><br />
282. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> porque nos nascem sonhos como doença </span><br />
283. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que só o tempo, como a tudo o resto, cura?</span><br />
284. <br />
285.  In 44 POEMAS (Fonte da Palavra, 2011)<br />
286. <br />
287. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br />
288. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Roubado daí:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen/112890882080018"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen/112890882080018&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-6198398851667339020?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/6198398851667339020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=6198398851667339020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/6198398851667339020?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/6198398851667339020?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/09/deixa-andar.html' title='Deixa andar'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVPAR51Ep0U/TniF5lCzMyI/AAAAAAAAMxY/kF-cs7bl7co/s72-c/TOSH0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IMRH84cCp7ImA9WhdXEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-1656397673348659237</id><published>2011-08-23T12:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:39:45.138+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-23T12:39:45.138+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Torga'/><title>TRANSFIGURAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M96pZhobH80/TlOQ5h3jbPI/AAAAAAAAMvo/bhz2P6sqDWg/s1600/160420113536-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M96pZhobH80/TlOQ5h3jbPI/AAAAAAAAMvo/bhz2P6sqDWg/s400/160420113536-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644014076043685106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;G. Pinto - Trabalho digital em "Picnik"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
289. <br /></span><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tens agora outro rosto, outra beleza:
290. <br />Um rosto que é preciso imaginar,
291. <br />E uma beleza mais furtiva ainda...
292. <br />Assim te modelaram, caprichosas,
293. <br />As sombras da lonjura,
294. <br />Mãos irreais que tornam irreal
295. <br />O barro que nos foge da retina.
296. <br />Barro que em ti passou de luz carnal
297. <br />A bruma feminina...
298. <br />
299. <br />Mas nesse novo encanto
300. <br />Te conjuro
301. <br />Que permaneças.
302. <br />Distante e preservada na distância.
303. <br />Olímpica recusa, disfarçada
304. <br />De terrena promessa
305. <br />Feita aos olhos tentados e descrentes.
306. <br />Nenhum mito regressa...
307. <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >Todas as deusas são mulheres ausentes...</span></span><div></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
308. <br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
309. <br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><i>In</i> DIÁRIO IX (1964), in ANTOLOGIA POÉTICA (Coimbra, 4ª ed., 1994)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  >
310. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tirado daí: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen/112890882080018"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen/112890882080018&lt;/a&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/7347211766917598132-1656397673348659237?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/1656397673348659237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=1656397673348659237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/1656397673348659237?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/1656397673348659237?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/08/transfiguracao.html' title='TRANSFIGURAÇÃO'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M96pZhobH80/TlOQ5h3jbPI/AAAAAAAAMvo/bhz2P6sqDWg/s72-c/160420113536-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUDQX4zfyp7ImA9WhdXEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-2663938945002411275</id><published>2011-08-23T12:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:17:50.087+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-23T12:17:50.087+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Vieira'/><title>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHh-yy3VNN4/TlOLOmNtD3I/AAAAAAAAMvc/hlMVwJk_mRE/s1600/%25C3%2582ncora%2Be%2Bca%25C3%25ADdos%2B058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHh-yy3VNN4/TlOLOmNtD3I/AAAAAAAAMvc/hlMVwJk_mRE/s400/%25C3%2582ncora%2Be%2Bca%25C3%25ADdos%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644007840917819250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sítio dos Caídos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
311. <br /><blockquote>das horas que entram pela cama em que noutra vida
312. <br />te ensinei o caminho do meu corpo
313. <br />e da justeza dos gestos com que a alegria
314. <br />se desenhava em mim quando dizias
315. <br />agosto tu vais ver é a nossa pátria
316. <br />
317. <br />nessa altura o verão vinha ainda muito longe
318. <br />e por isso era possível acreditar em frases dessas
319. <br />esperando que tudo acontecesse
320. <br />como nos perdoáveis lugares-comuns dos filmes
321. <br />que estreiam sempre no natal
322. <br />e furiosamente desejei que a paixão se enredasse
323. <br />entre os limos e sargaços das tuas pernas
324. <br />
325. <br />mas agosto foi apenas um lugar de emboscadas
326. <br />em todos os precipícios da nossa cama
327. <br />e lentamente as águas definiram
328. <br />com rigor implacável
329. <br />o que sobrava de ti nas minhas mãos
330. <br />e o silêncio baixou sobre as águas
331. <br />como antes da invenção do mundo
332. <br />
333. <br />e agora não sei onde acaba o teu nome
334. <br />e começa o nome de deus</blockquote>
335. <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >DOIS CORPOS TOMBANDO NA ÁGUA (Caminho, 2007)</span><div>
336. <br /><div>
337. <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tirado daí: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen/112890882080018">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen/112890882080018</a></span></div></div><div>
338. <br /></div><div>
339. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-2663938945002411275?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/2663938945002411275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=2663938945002411275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/2663938945002411275?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/2663938945002411275?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/08/dois-corpos-tombando-na-agua.html' title='4'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHh-yy3VNN4/TlOLOmNtD3I/AAAAAAAAMvc/hlMVwJk_mRE/s72-c/%25C3%2582ncora%2Be%2Bca%25C3%25ADdos%2B058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUFQXwzfip7ImA9WhdQF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-4305814393433872038</id><published>2011-08-19T15:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:20:10.286+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-19T16:20:10.286+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Sondheim'/><title>Somewhere, de West Side Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_ydZnL4hug/Tk532rfHmeI/AAAAAAAAMvQ/vk3DinfexJc/s1600/140820114533.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_ydZnL4hug/Tk532rfHmeI/AAAAAAAAMvQ/vk3DinfexJc/s400/140820114533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642579164411697634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I say: We wait and we wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;
340. <br /></span></span></div></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"  ></span></span><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"  >There's a place for us,</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Somewhere a place for us.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Peace and quiet and open air</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Wait for us</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p style="text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 0px; ">Somewhere.</p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">There's a time for us,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Some day a time for us,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Time together with time to spare,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Time to look, time to care,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Someday!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Somewhere.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">We'll find a new way of living,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">We'll find a way of forgiving</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p style="text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 0px; ">Somewhere.</p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">There's a place for us,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">A time and place for us.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Hold my hand and we're half way there.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Hold my hand and I'll take you there</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Somehow,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Someday,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p style="text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  >Somewhere!</span></p><p style="font-size: 12px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Tahoma; margin-top: 0px; "></p></span></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 34, 32); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p style="font-size: 12px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Tahoma; margin-top: 0px; ">
341. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-4305814393433872038?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/4305814393433872038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=4305814393433872038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/4305814393433872038?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/4305814393433872038?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/08/somewhere-de-west-side-story.html' title='Somewhere, de West Side Story'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_ydZnL4hug/Tk532rfHmeI/AAAAAAAAMvQ/vk3DinfexJc/s72-c/140820114533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU8EQXo9fCp7ImA9WhdRFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-5336287422521713558</id><published>2011-08-04T14:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:23:20.464+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-04T15:23:20.464+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manuel Alegre'/><title>In Sete sonetos e um quarto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tODM-DpvxA/Tjqq1p2QCYI/AAAAAAAAMrM/9LB6IxrEPg4/s1600/070620101383.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tODM-DpvxA/Tjqq1p2QCYI/AAAAAAAAMrM/9LB6IxrEPg4/s400/070620101383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637005722350782850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostava de morar na tua pele&lt;br /&gt;desintegrar-me em ti e reintegrar-me&lt;br /&gt;não este exílio escrito no papel&lt;br /&gt;por não poder ser carne em tua carne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de fazer o que tu queres&lt;br /&gt;ser alma em tua alma em um só corpo&lt;br /&gt;não o perto e o distante entre dois seres&lt;br /&gt;não este haver sempre um e sempre o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo noutro corpo e ao fim nenhum&lt;br /&gt;tu és eu e eu sou tu e ambos ninguém&lt;br /&gt;seremos sempre dois sendo só um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso esta ferida que faz bem&lt;br /&gt;este prazer que dói como outro algum&lt;br /&gt;e este estar-se tão dentro e sempre aquém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Ed. Dom Quixote, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;Copiei &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen"&gt; daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-5336287422521713558?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/5336287422521713558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=5336287422521713558&amp;isPopup=true' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Empatias e afectos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Se, depois de eu morrer, quiserem escrever a minha biografia,&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais simples.&lt;br /&gt;Tem só duas datas - a da minha nascença e a da minha morte.&lt;br /&gt;Entre uma e outra todos os dias são meus.&lt;div&gt;.../»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7347211766917598132-3234200054824098907?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/3234200054824098907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=3234200054824098907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3234200054824098907?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3234200054824098907?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-depois-de-eu-morrer.html' title='Se, depois de eu morrer...'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AChFKM-E2fQ/TjHnfPtPNMI/AAAAAAAAMoA/D1GDyW8lbeo/s72-c/220720114369-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcMQHk_fip7ImA9WhdSF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-5105310778652293250</id><published>2011-07-27T12:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:44:41.746+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-27T12:44:41.746+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Cohen'/><title>Suzanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="225" height="21" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/otJY2HvW3Bw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the boats go by&lt;br /&gt;You can spend the night beside her&lt;br /&gt;And you know that shes half crazy&lt;br /&gt;But thats why you want to be there&lt;br /&gt;And she feeds you tea and oranges&lt;br /&gt;That come all the way from china&lt;br /&gt;And just when you mean to tell her&lt;br /&gt;That you have no love to give her&lt;br /&gt;Then she gets you on her wavelength&lt;br /&gt;And she lets the river answer&lt;br /&gt;That youve always been her lover&lt;br /&gt;And you want to travel with her&lt;br /&gt;And you want to travel blind&lt;br /&gt;And you know that she will trust you&lt;br /&gt;For youve touched her perfect body with your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jesus was a sailor&lt;br /&gt;When he walked upon the water&lt;br /&gt;And he spent a long time watching&lt;br /&gt;From his lonely wooden tower&lt;br /&gt;And when he knew for certain&lt;br /&gt;Only drowning men could see him&lt;br /&gt;He said all men will be sailors then&lt;br /&gt;Until the sea shall free them&lt;br /&gt;But he himself was broken&lt;br /&gt;Long before the sky would open&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken, almost human&lt;br /&gt;He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone&lt;br /&gt;And you want to travel with him&lt;br /&gt;And you want to travel blind&lt;br /&gt;And you think maybe youll trust him&lt;br /&gt;For hes touched your perfect body with his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now suzanne takes you hand&lt;br /&gt;And she leads you to the river&lt;br /&gt;She is wearing rags and feathers&lt;br /&gt;From salvation army counters&lt;br /&gt;And the sun pours down like honey&lt;br /&gt;On our lady of the harbour&lt;br /&gt;And she shows you where to look&lt;br /&gt;Among the garbage and the flowers&lt;br /&gt;There are heroes in the seaweed&lt;br /&gt;There are children in the morning&lt;br /&gt;They are leaning out for love&lt;br /&gt;And they will lean that way forever&lt;br /&gt;While suzanne holds the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And you want to travel with her&lt;br /&gt;And you want to travel blind&lt;br /&gt;And you know that she will trust you&lt;br /&gt;For shes touched your perfect body with her mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Suzanne é parte do álbum  de estreia «Songs of Leonard Cohen» lançado em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1967" title="1967" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1967&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; 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href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/07/suzanne.html' title='Suzanne'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/otJY2HvW3Bw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUESHc-fyp7ImA9WhdSFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-3445436724926250777</id><published>2011-07-26T13:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:26:49.957+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-26T13:26:49.957+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Saramago'/><title>ATÉ AO SABUGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--B8_M6aBUIY/Ti6yCAxkLDI/AAAAAAAAMmw/gVFZS8xcJRU/s1600/020620114116.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--B8_M6aBUIY/Ti6yCAxkLDI/AAAAAAAAMmw/gVFZS8xcJRU/s400/020620114116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633635931524443186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Junto ao mar no Caminho dos Caídos, Vila Praia D'Âncora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dirão outros, em verso, outras razões,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se mais úteis, mais urgentes.&lt;br /&gt;Deste cá, não mudou a natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Suspensa entre duas negações.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, inventar arte e maneira&lt;br /&gt;De juntar o acaso e a certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Leve nisso, ou não leve, a vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como quem rói as unhas rentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In:&lt;/span&gt; «OS POEMAS POSSÍVEIS (1966), (2ª ed., Caminho, 1982)»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tirei daí: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen/112890882080018"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/7347211766917598132-3445436724926250777?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/3445436724926250777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=3445436724926250777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3445436724926250777?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3445436724926250777?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/07/ate-ao-sabugo.html' title='ATÉ AO SABUGO'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--B8_M6aBUIY/Ti6yCAxkLDI/AAAAAAAAMmw/gVFZS8xcJRU/s72-c/020620114116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8EQn05fip7ImA9WhdSFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-3975399418077925168</id><published>2011-07-24T17:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:26:43.326+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-24T17:26:43.326+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Margarida Faro'/><title>GOSTA DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXKN98I83lY/TixGCJuhKLI/AAAAAAAAMmI/4A2eYDlClIs/s1600/02062011%2B%25289%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXKN98I83lY/TixGCJuhKLI/AAAAAAAAMmI/4A2eYDlClIs/s400/02062011%2B%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632954236718360754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gosta de mim, de aí, de longe&lt;br /&gt;Eu trago nome de flor,&lt;br /&gt;mas, sou mais picos do que rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Neste silêncio de floresta queimada,&lt;br /&gt;sou perigosa,&lt;br /&gt;e, na surpresa da esperança,&lt;br /&gt;a ilusão que os teus passos trazem&lt;br /&gt;podia até fazer-me mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de mim à distância,&lt;br /&gt;que é a maneira de não te magoares.&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida é uma sucessão de becos&lt;br /&gt;que venço porque me mato por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;uma cadeia de revezes&lt;br /&gt;toda enfeitada de espinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de mim sem proximidade,&lt;br /&gt;que a minha sanidade está por um fio.&lt;br /&gt;Se me penso na curva quieta de rio,&lt;br /&gt;onde a água canta nas pedras&lt;br /&gt;e os torvelinhos se acalmam,&lt;br /&gt;baixo a guarda. Logo desperto,&lt;br /&gt;para dar comigo, outra vez, perdida de mim,&lt;br /&gt;no deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de mim, de aí, lugar a salvo,&lt;br /&gt;para lá deste muro de marfim,&lt;br /&gt;não vá eu cair na asneira de sentir&lt;br /&gt;que chegou a minha hora de abrir&lt;br /&gt;janelas Para a Alma,&lt;br /&gt;e ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Poema tirado &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Quem-l%C3%AA-Sophia-de-Mello-Breyner-Andresen/112890882080018"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.  &lt;/b&gt;Pela empatia. Agradecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-3975399418077925168?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/3975399418077925168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=3975399418077925168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3975399418077925168?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/3975399418077925168?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/07/gosta-de-mim.html' title='GOSTA DE MIM'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXKN98I83lY/TixGCJuhKLI/AAAAAAAAMmI/4A2eYDlClIs/s72-c/02062011%2B%25289%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMNRXczeCp7ImA9WhdTF08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347211766917598132.post-2448386065302081363</id><published>2011-07-15T11:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:58:14.980+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-15T11:58:14.980+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mia Couto'/><title>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kv-t4RHXIJw/TiAc6j4Vf8I/AAAAAAAAMkM/fiX753HaABs/s1600/310520114017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kv-t4RHXIJw/TiAc6j4Vf8I/AAAAAAAAMkM/fiX753HaABs/s400/310520114017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629531326602641346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Areia da Praia de Caminha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;à ternura pouca&lt;br /&gt;me vou acostumando&lt;br /&gt;enquanto me adio&lt;br /&gt;servente de danos e enganos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou perdendo morada&lt;br /&gt;na súbita lentidão&lt;br /&gt;de um destino&lt;br /&gt;que me vai sendo escasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conheço a minha morte&lt;br /&gt;seu lugar esquivo&lt;br /&gt;seu acontecer disperso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora&lt;br /&gt;que mais&lt;br /&gt;me poderei vencer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In&lt;/i&gt; "Raiz de Orvalho e Outros Poemas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347211766917598132-2448386065302081363?l=bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/feeds/2448386065302081363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347211766917598132&amp;postID=2448386065302081363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/2448386065302081363?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347211766917598132/posts/default/2448386065302081363?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebendo-o-ar-placido-da-noite.blogspot.com/2011/07/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Guidinha Pinto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07590009959631177994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsHZfiCg4wE/TUg54ilXSbI/AAAAAAAALsM/WJqNRYUfhVg/s220/25012011%2528025%2529_tonemapped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kv-t4RHXIJw/TiAc6j4Vf8I/AAAAAAAAMkM/fiX753HaABs/s72-c/310520114017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

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