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4. *Todas as vozes. Todos os silêncios. Tudo me habita. Tudo me há. <b> </b><br />
5. <br />
6. van luchiari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-7452717226667807593?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/tudo-me-ha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7kj6USG4zZI/Tzw-cvPCFzI/AAAAAAAAv94/6v1ZvnJC0Lc/s72-c/Tudo+me+h%C3%A1..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3324753966842054542</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 23:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T20:15:19.208-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Essências</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Soares Feitosa</category><title>O ar</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4tF5sBo15Q/Tzw8VD-uQ_I/AAAAAAAAv9w/j1Z_nGYpfdo/s1600/O+ar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4tF5sBo15Q/Tzw8VD-uQ_I/AAAAAAAAv9w/j1Z_nGYpfdo/s320/O+ar.JPG" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
7. O ar, amor —<br />
8. <br />
9. este ar que eu te respiro.<br />
10. <br />
11. Soares Feitosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-3324753966842054542?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-ar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4tF5sBo15Q/Tzw8VD-uQ_I/AAAAAAAAv9w/j1Z_nGYpfdo/s72-c/O+ar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6687556843570380165</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T11:05:59.754-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Todo pássaro é  antes estrangeiro do céu que explora</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rosa Maria Ribeiro</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>beija-flor</category><title>Alado*</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CywOBGNO2tI/Tzu6fcyrkMI/AAAAAAAAv9k/KuXaY1ShnFc/s1600/Alado.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CywOBGNO2tI/Tzu6fcyrkMI/AAAAAAAAv9k/KuXaY1ShnFc/s320/Alado.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;um pássaro &lt;br /&gt;
12. <br />
13. bate asas no meu <br />
14. peito <br />
15. a pedir paisagens no parapeito <br />
16. <span class="text_exposed_show"> da tua <br />
17. boca. <br />
18. <br />
19. faz, <br />
20. (de brilho suspenso <br />
21. nos olhos,) <br />
22. com as palavras, <br />
23. fio onde baloiça  penas <br />
24. antigas </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> a pedir carícias desses </span></span></span><br />
25. <span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> dedos <br />
26. que desenrolam novelos. <br />
27. <br />
28. és a ponta onde me encontro. <br />
29. e o laço com que me enfeito.<br />
30. <br />
31. rosa maria ribeiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-6687556843570380165?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/alado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CywOBGNO2tI/Tzu6fcyrkMI/AAAAAAAAv9k/KuXaY1ShnFc/s72-c/Alado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6807190049363207463</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T10:47:02.430-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>libélula</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>solar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cesário Verde</category><title>os ângulos agudos</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lyTz-5AzEBA/Tzu3JpqzT3I/AAAAAAAAv9c/x6Pzv4j6anE/s1600/os+angulos+agudos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lyTz-5AzEBA/Tzu3JpqzT3I/AAAAAAAAv9c/x6Pzv4j6anE/s320/os+angulos+agudos.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
32. <br />
33.  Amo, insensatamente<br />
34. Os ácidos, os gumes e os ângulos agudos &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cesário Verde&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-6807190049363207463?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/os-angulos-agudos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lyTz-5AzEBA/Tzu3JpqzT3I/AAAAAAAAv9c/x6Pzv4j6anE/s72-c/os+angulos+agudos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7361430289890623276</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-15T10:07:28.496-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Maria Teresa Horta</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>joaninha</category><title>do que é frágil</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMon0O_lAqU/Tzut_Z2TrhI/AAAAAAAAv9U/m-7JwMMT8L4/s1600/do+que+%C3%A9+fr%C3%A1gil+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMon0O_lAqU/Tzut_Z2TrhI/AAAAAAAAv9U/m-7JwMMT8L4/s320/do+que+%C3%A9+fr%C3%A1gil+.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
35. </div><div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ela mede o  fogo</span></b></span><br />
36. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">pela  alma</span></b></span><br />
37. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
38. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Faz uma trança de  riso</span></b></span><br />
39. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">em vez de  lágrima</span></b></span><br />
40. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
41. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tece o amor que  tem</span></b></span><br />
42. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">até aos  outros</span></b></span><br />
43. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
44. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Troca o espírito e a  paz</span></b></span><br />
45. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">pela  coragem</span></b></span><br />
46. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
47. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ela teima na  esperança</span></b></span><br />
48. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">e  volta ainda</span></b></span><br />
49. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
50. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Retoma o fio de  prumo</span></b></span><br />
51. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">com que  traça</span></b></span><br />
52. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
53. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A linha da vida</span></b></span><br />
54. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">que assume</span></b></span><br />
55. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
56. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dispondo do  avesso</span></b></span><br />
57. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">até à  face</span></b></span><br />
58. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
59. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ela põe e repõe</span></b></span><br />
60. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">o seu destino</span></b></span><br />
61. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
62. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Vai mais longe</span></b></span><br />
63. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">naquilo que  disfarça</span></b></span><br />
64. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
65. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ela ousa o  coração</span></b></span><br />
66. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">e  reafirma</span></b></span><br />
67. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
68. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Bordando o  arco-íris</span></b></span><br />
69. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> <b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">do que  é frágil </span></b></span><br />
70. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
71. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maria Teresa  Horta&lt;/b&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/5237676624550843237-7361430289890623276?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/do-que-e-fragil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMon0O_lAqU/Tzut_Z2TrhI/AAAAAAAAv9U/m-7JwMMT8L4/s72-c/do+que+%C3%A9+fr%C3%A1gil+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-4031160642553224394</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-12T09:52:57.601-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Essências</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Helberto helder</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pantanal</category><title>podia ser tão silvestre entre as folhagens de ouro</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0OK2gNgFj8/TzexTI40MqI/AAAAAAAAv9I/5HDvntvTY0k/s1600/podia+ser+t%C3%A3o+silvestre+entre+as+folhagens+de+ouro.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0OK2gNgFj8/TzexTI40MqI/AAAAAAAAv9I/5HDvntvTY0k/s320/podia+ser+t%C3%A3o+silvestre+entre+as+folhagens+de+ouro.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
72. </div><div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
73. </div><div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b>sou um lugar carregado de cactos junto à água<br />
74. <br />
75. <br />
76. sou um lugar que transborda</b>  <b><br />
77. <br />
78. <br />
79. <br />
80. não espero nada<br />
81. espero o dom apenas de uma imagem<br />
82. <br />
83. <br />
84. <br />
85. Herberto Helder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-4031160642553224394?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/podia-ser-tao-silvestre-entre-as.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0OK2gNgFj8/TzexTI40MqI/AAAAAAAAv9I/5HDvntvTY0k/s72-c/podia+ser+t%C3%A3o+silvestre+entre+as+folhagens+de+ouro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-8997404207088705103</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-12T16:51:41.242-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Todo pássaro é  antes estrangeiro do céu que explora</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Zidna Nunes Ziris</category><title>Lugar</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUgats41bE4/TzbQjvcF1sI/AAAAAAAAv9A/TRxu7Y-BrJU/s1600/Lugar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUgats41bE4/TzbQjvcF1sI/AAAAAAAAv9A/TRxu7Y-BrJU/s320/Lugar.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
86. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Um dia ainda me aquieto cabendo em alguém...</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
87. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zidna Nunes Ziris &lt;/b&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/5237676624550843237-8997404207088705103?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/lugar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUgats41bE4/TzbQjvcF1sI/AAAAAAAAv9A/TRxu7Y-BrJU/s72-c/Lugar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-9079115781137695030</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-13T11:33:40.604-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Everton Behenck</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Linguagem</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>solar</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>coração</category><title>No que há de frágil</title><description>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRKlihxfEIs/Tza62awuQnI/AAAAAAAAv84/W7pm-omSp9Y/s1600/No+que+h%C3%A1+de+fr%C3%A1gil.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRKlihxfEIs/Tza62awuQnI/AAAAAAAAv84/W7pm-omSp9Y/s320/No+que+h%C3%A1+de+fr%C3%A1gil.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
88. <span lang="PT-BR">Tenho esperado por ti</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Até que as horas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
89. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Despetalem-se</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
90. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Em ansiosos suspiros</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">E do brilho desse sopro</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
91. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">A contragosto</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
92. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Venha a se encher</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">A espera de novo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
93. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Tenho aguardado</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Ansioso</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
94. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Que teus olhos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Me batizem</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
95. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Com o nome verdadeiro</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">De amar singelo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
96. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Esse mundo todo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Que esquecemos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Por um momento</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
97. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Para sermos leves</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Sem culpa</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
98. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Nenhuma</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
99. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Tenho te esperado</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Para que dos teus braços</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
100. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"><br />
101. Se estenda</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Um sentido mais bonito</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
102. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">E me diga que é possível</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Simplesmente</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
103. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Deixar-me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Em ti</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
104. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">E que isso</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Seria quieto</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
105. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">E doce</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
106. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">E sólido </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">No que há de frágil</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
107. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">E perigoso</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">Ao nos colocarmos assim</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
108. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR">No outro</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
109. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"> </span><span class="post-author vcard"><span class="fn">Everton Behenck</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
110. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-9079115781137695030?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-que-ha-de-fragil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRKlihxfEIs/Tza62awuQnI/AAAAAAAAv84/W7pm-omSp9Y/s72-c/No+que+h%C3%A1+de+fr%C3%A1gil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-4517977401671699322</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-12T16:52:41.770-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Todo pássaro é  antes estrangeiro do céu que explora</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Juliana Brina</category><title>{Travessia}</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HGqlhQE5h0/TzazOeoZsZI/AAAAAAAAv8w/RVZxk1S_aJc/s1600/%7Btravessia%7D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HGqlhQE5h0/TzazOeoZsZI/AAAAAAAAv8w/RVZxk1S_aJc/s320/%7Btravessia%7D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu te amo. E o meu amor não tem  importância alguma. Ele não desloca nenhum pássaro, flor, folha, galho,  nenhuma massa de ar. É imperceptível. Ninguém me sente o coração  batendo. É apenas uma paisagem interna. Meu amor é algo que atravesso.  Não quero que ele um dia cristalize. Nem que se transforme em tristeza.  Ou se torne amargo. Por isso, eu o atravesso. Continuo a atravessá-lo.  Eu me atravesso a mim. Como quem desaparece dentro da chuva, ou na  claridade bruta. Com vento de tempestade dentro. Arrancando todas as  folhas. Com o ruído agudo que se escuta quando um leão beija com cuidado  um pássaro caído, para não machucá-lo: eu te amo. Eu resvalo por esse  lugar perigoso: o meu amor. A todo momento, essa mulher que me atravessa  precisa de se lembrar de si, e de mim, e da paisagem inteira, e  percorrê-la de volta, sem provisões e sem mapa. Para que seu amor  finalmente se explique, e revele a substância de que é feito: a menina  que fui, o céu azul, o sol intenso, e tudo que então brilhava, os  bichos, o quintal da avó, o pé de romã, o branco, o limpo, o simples, e  meu coração. Meu coração que não tem importância alguma. É só uma  pequena parte de todo o amor que você ainda vai receber da vida, das  pessoas, talvez de um céu claro de tarde, apenas uma pequena parte de  todo amor que você vai receber escondido, gratuito, e secreto, ou  gritado, e duramente arrancado, da vida. Mas é tudo que tenho, meu  coração branco e limpo, e pulsando. É com ele, e dentro, e invisível,  que eu te amo. É tudo que tenho para você, para te fazer alegre com meu  coração batendo, e com meu coração te guardar da noite ou dos perigos. É  ínfimo e íntimo, imperceptível como um vento nos galhos, ou um  acariciar de asa no vazio: o meu coração, com o amor batendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Juliana Brina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-4517977401671699322?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/travessia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HGqlhQE5h0/TzazOeoZsZI/AAAAAAAAv8w/RVZxk1S_aJc/s72-c/%7Btravessia%7D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-8146515127259417261</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-11T06:32:25.172-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>acqua</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Daniel Gonçalves</category><title>Sê tu a água...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtvhvlRrkmk/TzY1S2xJo-I/AAAAAAAAv8g/-P_-OjVGHdo/s1600/S%25C3%25AA+tu+a+%25C3%25A1gua.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtvhvlRrkmk/TzY1S2xJo-I/AAAAAAAAv8g/-P_-OjVGHdo/s320/S%25C3%25AA+tu+a+%25C3%25A1gua.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
111. <span class="hasCaption">que me desata o olhar<br />
112. a mão que me acorda<br />
113. um beijo flutuando com esta música no trapézio da manhã<br />
114. <br />
115. Daniel Gonçalves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-8146515127259417261?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/se-tu-agua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtvhvlRrkmk/TzY1S2xJo-I/AAAAAAAAv8g/-P_-OjVGHdo/s72-c/S%25C3%25AA+tu+a+%25C3%25A1gua.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-2916215641000179732</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 09:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-11T06:18:59.931-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Herbert Viana</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>música</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>céu</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pantanal</category><title>A chave que abre o céu da onde caem as palavras.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRG_VrQ0FHM/TzYyaoZ58tI/AAAAAAAAv8U/8uM0U8tysFU/s1600/A+chave+que+abre+o+c%25C3%25A9u+da+onde+caem+as+palavras..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRG_VrQ0FHM/TzYyaoZ58tI/AAAAAAAAv8U/8uM0U8tysFU/s320/A+chave+que+abre+o+c%25C3%25A9u+da+onde+caem+as+palavras..JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
116. <br />
117. <span class="hasCaption">"Atravesso a noite com um verso que  não se resolve. </span><br />
118. <span class="hasCaption">Na outra mão as flores. Como se flores bastassem, eu  espero... E espero... </span><br />
119. <span class="hasCaption">A chave que abre o céu da onde caem as palavras. </span><br />
120. <span class="hasCaption"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=_Uso7Z7HBOc#at=40" target="_blank">A palavra certa que faça tudo andar.</a>" </span><br />
121. <br />
122. <br />
123. &lt;span class="hasCaption"&gt;Herbet Vianna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-2916215641000179732?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/chave-que-abre-o-ceu-da-onde-caem-as.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRG_VrQ0FHM/TzYyaoZ58tI/AAAAAAAAv8U/8uM0U8tysFU/s72-c/A+chave+que+abre+o+c%25C3%25A9u+da+onde+caem+as+palavras..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-2182793467225535448</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T19:50:38.850-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Nenhum de Nós</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>música</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>folha</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>formiga</category><title>♥</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBLiLAtVKeA/TzWfGXHy19I/AAAAAAAAv8I/_UBbXJvAMvk/s1600/%E2%99%A5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBLiLAtVKeA/TzWfGXHy19I/AAAAAAAAv8I/_UBbXJvAMvk/s320/%E2%99%A5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
124. <span class="hasCaption">♥<br />
125. "Quando eu te vejo<br />
126. Espero teu beijo<br />
127. Não sinto vergonha<br />
128. Apenas desejo"<br />
129. <br />
130. (Nenhum de Nós)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-2182793467225535448?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBLiLAtVKeA/TzWfGXHy19I/AAAAAAAAv8I/_UBbXJvAMvk/s72-c/%E2%99%A5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-6918548017647785181</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-13T11:29:53.727-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>verde</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>folha</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas que não passam</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Érica</category><title>Tua, até em meu sétimo sentido</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTfPRQHek2A/TzWdtbjKHTI/AAAAAAAAv78/zLOhdF7fi-c/s1600/DSCF4574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTfPRQHek2A/TzWdtbjKHTI/AAAAAAAAv78/zLOhdF7fi-c/s320/DSCF4574.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
131. </div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><span class="hasCaption">"Eu sou tua quando vou, quando não estou, quando durmo.<br />
132. <br />
133. Eu me deixo.<br />
134. Te deixo o meu perfume doce, rastro a ser seguido.<br />
135. O meu suor, a minha luz, os espaços não preenchidos, linhas não lidas, as muitas vidas que abrigo...<br />
136. <span class="text_exposed_show"> ...Numa caixa de vidro...<br />
137. <br />
138. Tua, até em meu sétimo sentido."<br />
139. <br />
140. Érica.&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/5237676624550843237-6918548017647785181?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/tua-ate-em-meu-setimo-sentido.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTfPRQHek2A/TzWdtbjKHTI/AAAAAAAAv78/zLOhdF7fi-c/s72-c/DSCF4574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3467792457454984377</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T19:32:44.849-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>folha</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mariana Gouveia</category><title>Sou incontrolavelmente emocional.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDJjJ9f4BDw/TzWa42SrpKI/AAAAAAAAv7o/7bktLI7oCGQ/s1600/Sou+incontrolavelmente+emocional..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDJjJ9f4BDw/TzWa42SrpKI/AAAAAAAAv7o/7bktLI7oCGQ/s320/Sou+incontrolavelmente+emocional..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
141. </div><div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"><b><span class="hasCaption">Eu tenho fome, morro, seco e ardo. Sou incontrolavelmente emocional. <br />
142. <br />
143. <br />
144. Mariana Gouveia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-3467792457454984377?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/sou-incontrolavelmente-emocional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDJjJ9f4BDw/TzWa42SrpKI/AAAAAAAAv7o/7bktLI7oCGQ/s72-c/Sou+incontrolavelmente+emocional..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-3940218389612797867</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T19:27:11.853-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Al Berto</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>borboleta</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mão</category><title>Resta-nos...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcmwgIcOj5Y/TzWZjOdCSAI/AAAAAAAAv7g/77snViMoRK8/s1600/Resta-nos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcmwgIcOj5Y/TzWZjOdCSAI/AAAAAAAAv7g/77snViMoRK8/s320/Resta-nos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
145. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="hasCaption">adormecer onde eclode a borboleta </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="hasCaption">e balbuciar dentro do sonho as palavras que nunca ousaremos dizer.<br />
146. <br />
147. Al Berto&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/5237676624550843237-3940218389612797867?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/resta-nos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcmwgIcOj5Y/TzWZjOdCSAI/AAAAAAAAv7g/77snViMoRK8/s72-c/Resta-nos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-2093059194095870395</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T19:23:02.463-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Milan Kundera</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>borboleta</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>mão</category><title>A Insustentável Leveza do Ser</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKr2WJ68L5w/TzWYsAvQbiI/AAAAAAAAv7Y/yZEicxADiDA/s1600/A+insustent%C3%A1vel+leveza+do+ser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKr2WJ68L5w/TzWYsAvQbiI/AAAAAAAAv7Y/yZEicxADiDA/s320/A+insustent%C3%A1vel+leveza+do+ser.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
148. <br />
149. <span class="hasCaption">"Eu a desejava como se desejam todas as coisas perdidas para sempre." <br />
150. <br />
151. Milan Kundera<br />
152. A Insustentável Leveza do Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-2093059194095870395?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/insustentavel-leveza-do-ser.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKr2WJ68L5w/TzWYsAvQbiI/AAAAAAAAv7Y/yZEicxADiDA/s72-c/A+insustent%C3%A1vel+leveza+do+ser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7893931738950520704</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T19:10:43.107-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Guilherme Antunes</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>etc</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><title>Estilista</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkgsbRPaBfM/TzWVzuZ3BvI/AAAAAAAAv7I/PUI73K_wxCQ/s1600/DSCF7435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkgsbRPaBfM/TzWVzuZ3BvI/AAAAAAAAv7I/PUI73K_wxCQ/s320/DSCF7435.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
153. Quis vestir o teu Amor como os jardins vestem as folhas no outono, e amanheci poesia."<br />
154. <div><br />
155. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Guilherme  Antunes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-7893931738950520704?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/estilista.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkgsbRPaBfM/TzWVzuZ3BvI/AAAAAAAAv7I/PUI73K_wxCQ/s72-c/DSCF7435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-724541739671925374</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T16:15:40.024-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Van Luchiari</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>acqua</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>folha</category><title>Metades</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3GA-CJUwNs/TzVsu2-k25I/AAAAAAAAv0o/0L9chg6MtBg/s1600/Metades.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3GA-CJUwNs/TzVsu2-k25I/AAAAAAAAv0o/0L9chg6MtBg/s320/Metades.JPG" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
156. </div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>* Eu, </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>imensos. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b><br />
157. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>Tu, </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>metades. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b><br />
158. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>Eu, </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>toda. </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>Tu, </b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>quases.</b></div><div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><br />
159. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;van luchiari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-724541739671925374?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/metades.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3GA-CJUwNs/TzVsu2-k25I/AAAAAAAAv0o/0L9chg6MtBg/s72-c/Metades.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-5097259629555069860</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 10:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-10T07:15:26.995-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>coração</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>folha</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Pedro Paixão</category><title>Diz-me, já</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lnsv4pxsv7A/TzTt4fB0yzI/AAAAAAAAv0g/J-9zyw9zVsk/s1600/Diz-me,j%C3%A1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lnsv4pxsv7A/TzTt4fB0yzI/AAAAAAAAv0g/J-9zyw9zVsk/s320/Diz-me,j%C3%A1.JPG" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Para que serve o amor, diz-me já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Serve para perder o medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pedro Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5237676624550843237-5097259629555069860?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/diz-me-ja.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lnsv4pxsv7A/TzTt4fB0yzI/AAAAAAAAv0g/J-9zyw9zVsk/s72-c/Diz-me,j%C3%A1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-1535360147855230857</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-09T20:00:15.216-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>acqua</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>coração</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>folha</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Alberto Pimenta</category><title>levava o coração na cova da mão</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJb1m7X8UDM/TzRP8Ny-SQI/AAAAAAAAv0Q/HhkIIpk-6vA/s1600/levava+o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+cova+da+m%C3%A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJb1m7X8UDM/TzRP8Ny-SQI/AAAAAAAAv0Q/HhkIIpk-6vA/s320/levava+o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+cova+da+m%C3%A3o.JPG" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
160. </div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"><br />
161. </div><div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span>agora eu ia só <br />
162. levava o coração na cova da mão e ainda <br />
163. sobrava espaço <br />
164. <br />
165. à cada vez mais lenta passagem das <br />
166. horas <br />
167. <br />
168. vinham-me à ideia com grande ternura <br />
169. os ausentes </span><br />
170. <i></i></b><b><br />
171. Alberto Pimenta &lt;/b&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/5237676624550843237-1535360147855230857?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/levava-o-coracao-na-cova-da-mao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJb1m7X8UDM/TzRP8Ny-SQI/AAAAAAAAv0Q/HhkIIpk-6vA/s72-c/levava+o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+cova+da+m%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-8773050929927046868</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 23:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-08T20:11:00.036-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Homero Aridjis</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>joaninha</category><title>há seres que são mais imagem que matéria</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7p-aiHYkvM/TzMA2R1Py_I/AAAAAAAAvtM/txeWVP9tm6g/s1600/h%C3%A1+seres+que+s%C3%A3o+mais+imagem+que+mat%C3%A9ria.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7p-aiHYkvM/TzMA2R1Py_I/AAAAAAAAvtM/txeWVP9tm6g/s320/h%C3%A1+seres+que+s%C3%A3o+mais+imagem+que+mat%C3%A9ria.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
172. <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Há seres que são mais imagem que matéria</span><br />
173. <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">mais olhar do que corpo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
174. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">     tão imateriais os amámos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">que quase não queremos tocá-los com palavras</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
175. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">     desde a infância os buscamos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">mais no sonho que na carne</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
176. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">     e sempre no limiar dos lábios</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">a luz da manhã parece dizê-los</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
177. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
178. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;homero aridjis&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/5237676624550843237-8773050929927046868?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/ha-seres-que-sao-mais-imagem-que.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7p-aiHYkvM/TzMA2R1Py_I/AAAAAAAAvtM/txeWVP9tm6g/s72-c/h%C3%A1+seres+que+s%C3%A3o+mais+imagem+que+mat%C3%A9ria.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-975345048728826017</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-08T17:23:38.286-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jorge Velhote</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>acqua</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>coração</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>folha</category><title>acqua</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5YsQZ1023E/TzLZBkeQOQI/AAAAAAAAvtE/V10rCYT7oRY/s1600/acqua.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5YsQZ1023E/TzLZBkeQOQI/AAAAAAAAvtE/V10rCYT7oRY/s320/acqua.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
179. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">eu não tinha relógio</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">nem húmidos dedos para habitar</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">de palavras</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">apenas lentíssimos olhos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">sobre a chuva </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">como fogo</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
180. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">mas como contemplar teu rosto</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">crepitando</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">se das cinzas do vinho e do mel</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">cresciam as aves</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">que ocultavas </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">como música</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
181. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">como invadir a casa</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">de silêncio</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">se nas  pálpebras da água</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
182. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">e sobre a terra</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">um ofício de segredos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">como láagrimas</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
183. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">me perturba</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
184. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
185. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
186. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">eu começara perdendo fascinado</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">o outono</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">a azul respirado límpido</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
187. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">mas gravando</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">o corpo desses agudos</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">nomes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">na loucura da água</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">recomeço rente às pedras</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">il miglior tempo della nostra vita </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
188. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
189. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;jorge velhote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-975345048728826017?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/acqua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5YsQZ1023E/TzLZBkeQOQI/AAAAAAAAvtE/V10rCYT7oRY/s72-c/acqua.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-7395478125340464364</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 23:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-08T17:30:49.328-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>acqua</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>coração</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>folha</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Glória de Sant'Anna</category><title>Serei de água</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhraRT7DWWY/TzGxZQZmK2I/AAAAAAAAvs8/a_re4iOE-So/s1600/DSCF7072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhraRT7DWWY/TzGxZQZmK2I/AAAAAAAAvs8/a_re4iOE-So/s320/DSCF7072.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
190. <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: small;">Serei tão secreta<br />
191. como o  tecido da água<br />
192. e tão leve<br />
193. <br />
194. e tão através de mim deixando passar<br />
195. toda  a paisagem<br />
196. e todo o alheio pecado<br />
197. <br />
198. do gesto, da presença ou da  palavra<br />
199. que logo que a tua mão me prenda<br />
200. me não acharás:<br />
201. <br />
202. serei de  água. </span><br />
203. <br />
204. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Glória de  Sant'Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-7395478125340464364?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/serei-de-agua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhraRT7DWWY/TzGxZQZmK2I/AAAAAAAAvs8/a_re4iOE-So/s72-c/DSCF7072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-4030628057820846598</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T19:41:05.318-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>beija-flor</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mariana Gouveia</category><title>Meu querido beija-flor</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTGSDIQ5Twk/TzGoY6nCTMI/AAAAAAAAvs0/v9PT1nrWdIs/s1600/DSCF7110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTGSDIQ5Twk/TzGoY6nCTMI/AAAAAAAAvs0/v9PT1nrWdIs/s320/DSCF7110.JPG" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
205. Todos que me acompanham desde sempre sabem que tenho um amigo beija-flor.<br />
206. Coloquei o nome dele de Chiquinho e carinhosamente todos os dias pela manhã ele me acorda com o seu chilreio,ou canto,ou chamado,não sei o termo certo para o canto do beija-flor.<br />
207. Todas as tardes,no finalzinho da tarde ele também vem.Rodeia meu quintal,pousa nos fios,faz rasantes sobre mim com seu canto que me encanta.<br />
208. E para meu sofrimento volta e meia ele faz uma entrada triunfal na minha sala.Se pendura no ventilador e lá fica.E esse é meu medo maior.<br />
209. Moro em Cuiabá,num calor de quase ou mais de 40º .Embora,tenha o cuidado sempre de não ligar o ventilador da sala,ontem,por volta de 21 horas,horário que ele não vem ou nunca havia vindo entrei em desespero ao ouvir o barulho das asas.<br />
210. Corri e desliguei rapidamente o ventilador e para meu desespero ouço o barulho e o baque de sua queda.<br />
211. Acolhi-o em minha mão e só me restou chorar e rezar.Não havia corte,não havia sangue.Apenas um pequenino pássaro que gemia nas minhas mãos.Rezei para tudo em que eu acreditava.O acolhi na mão e fui conversando com ele.Deixei-o imóvel em um vasinho de planta,onde ele se acalmou.<br />
212. Metade da noite passada Chiquinho dormiu em minha mão e para sossego do meu coração durante a madrugada simulou voo enquanto uma lua brilhava na noite e iluminava meu quintal.<br />
213. Ele alçou voo e ainda assim fiquei temerosa por ele.Um ser tão pequeno e frágil.<br />
214. Hoje, minha alegria preencheu a alma ao ver Chiquinho ocupando os lugares dele pelo meu quintal.<br />
215. Meio depenado,mas com a energia curadora da natureza,Chiquinho se fez presente e essa foto foi tirada agorinha mesmo e como forma de agradecer pela vida dele eu compartilho essa história.<br />
216. <br />
217. Mariana Gouveia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-4030628057820846598?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/meu-querido-beija-flor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTGSDIQ5Twk/TzGoY6nCTMI/AAAAAAAAvs0/v9PT1nrWdIs/s72-c/DSCF7110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5237676624550843237.post-8080822704885723598</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T17:00:25.323-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gabriela Rocha Martins</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>coração</category><title>o ritmo cardíaco da paixão</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTMeYhxxQyU/TzGCuXIt8dI/AAAAAAAAvso/aB57IEt7cas/s1600/o+ritmo+card%C3%ADaco+da+paix%C3%A3o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTMeYhxxQyU/TzGCuXIt8dI/AAAAAAAAvso/aB57IEt7cas/s320/o+ritmo+card%C3%ADaco+da+paix%C3%A3o.JPG" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
218. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">e</span></span>sta noite esculpirei a minha pira </span><br />
219. <span style="font-style: italic;">fá.lo.ei nua e anónima </span><br />
220. <br />
221. <span style="font-style: italic;">esta noite      outra noite     todas as noites </span><br />
222. <span style="font-style: italic;">escavarei a nascente corpo de </span><br />
223. <span style="font-style: italic;">onde brotarei a seiva </span><br />
224. <span style="font-style: italic;">a paixão tolda.me </span><br />
225. <span style="font-style: italic;">espero que o seu lastro deixe no meu corpo </span><br />
226. <span style="font-style: italic;">o rastilho que me prende ao desiquilíbrio </span><br />
227. <span style="font-style: italic;">quando deixei que </span><br />
228. <span style="font-style: italic;">te inserisses em mim </span><br />
229. <br />
230. <span style="font-style: italic;">ténue </span><br />
231. <br />
232. <span style="font-style: italic;">há um lastro de fogo deixado no meu corpo </span><br />
233. <span style="font-style: italic;">pelo teu corpo </span><br />
234. <br />
235. <span style="font-style: italic;">tocas.me </span><br />
236. <span style="font-style: italic;">primeiro devagar </span><br />
237. <span style="font-style: italic;">depois ao ritmo da chuva </span><br />
238. <span style="font-style: italic;">em bebedeira cáustica </span><br />
239. <span style="font-style: italic;">rasgo.te no primeiro lance de escadas </span><br />
240. <span style="font-style: italic;">no desvario </span><br />
241. <span style="font-style: italic;">inventado só para nós e que </span><br />
242. <span style="font-style: italic;">não viciarei </span><br />
243. <span style="font-style: italic;">após a tua saída </span><br />
244. <span style="font-style: italic;">inscrito nas paredes da desordem </span><br />
245. <br />
246. <span style="font-style: italic;">algures a música cola.se ao teu corpo e </span><br />
247. <span style="font-style: italic;">percorrê.lo é decifrar </span><br />
248. <span style="font-style: italic;">os teus músculos </span><br />
249. <span style="font-style: italic;">os teus ossos </span><br />
250. <span style="font-style: italic;">os teus braços </span><br />
251. <br />
252. <span style="font-style: italic;">as minhas mãos percorrem em </span><br />
253. <span style="font-style: italic;">                         ruído insaciável a tua pele </span><br />
254. <br />
255. <span style="font-style: italic;">moves.te para dentro de mim e</span><br />
256. <span style="font-style: italic;">antes de me despenhar em teu peito </span><br />
257. <span style="font-style: italic;">desenho trilhos </span><br />
258. <span style="font-style: italic;">no labirinto audaz que o teu corpo basta </span><br />
259. <br />
260. <span style="font-style: italic;">                       o ritmo cardíaco da paixão</span><br />
261. <br />
262. &lt;i&gt;Gabriela Rocha Martins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5237676624550843237-8080822704885723598?l=meggouveia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://meggouveia.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-ritmo-cardiaco-da-paixao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTMeYhxxQyU/TzGCuXIt8dI/AAAAAAAAvso/aB57IEt7cas/s72-c/o+ritmo+card%C3%ADaco+da+paix%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

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