<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:23:54.175Z</updated><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Primaveras'/><title type='text'>Salpicos de Poesia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-3747841559236051174</id><published>2010-07-03T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:53:23.577Z</updated><title type='text'>Cântico á Mãe Natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Mãe Natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bendita seja a luz do dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bendito Sol dado por Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que sejas por todo o dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Encantos dos olhos meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Da manhã de fresca Brisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E cheiro a feno orvalhado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;És o bálsamo de que precisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;meu coração atormentado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bendito és Sol do meio-dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão pródigo com teu calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Envolve-me com tua energia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Torna-me fonte de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ó Chuva que és bendita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aparecida em fim de Verão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pões na Terra nova vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Traz Deus ao meu coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lua, tua suave claridade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q’Iluminas a noite escura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com uma bela suavidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sê da minha alma a cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vença a Lei da Gravidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma Fonte jorra abundantemente na beira do Caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e a Água escorre pela valeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É a Lei da Gravidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os Pássaros e os insectos, saciam sua sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;com ela irão voar muito alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com os pássaros a Água sobe muito alto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eles contraríam a Lei da Gravidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As raízes das Árvores elevá-la-ão ao mais alto dos ramos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Contrariando a Lei da Gravidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as Folhas verde s e viçosas ao anoitecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;todas se erguem apontando o Firmamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Contrariando assim a Lei da Gravidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Indicando aos Homens donde provém a Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e para onde irá voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você que está escutando, Você que está lendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Contrarie também a Lei da Gravidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não olhe para baixo e para o passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;olhe para o futuro e para cima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Levante os braços, eleve o seu pensamento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;á Entidade de onde provém toda a Vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De onde você veio e para onde você voltará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Você não conhece, mas sempre é melhor voltar do que ficar onde está .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não se deixe ficar, contraríe você também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a Lei da Gravidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Evento ocorido em 01-07-2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Portela Primavera 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O meu Bairro é a Portela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É o Bairro das mil Flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cada canteiro é aguarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Das mais vistosas cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Árvores de verde ramagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Encanto dos Passarinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que se deleitam na folhagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Onde vão fazer seus ninhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na relva pastam os Melros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saltitantes, irrequietos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com o bico remexem folhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na captura dos insectos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As Borboletas já tão raras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em especial as multicores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ainda temos&amp;nbsp; o privilégio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De as ver nas nossas Flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Buganvílias em espaldar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dálias, cravos e hortenses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;São as rosas e malmequeres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O encanto dos Portelenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A cor faz a vida mais bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As flores consolam o olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nas zonas verdes da Portela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dá gosto correr e saltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Respeitar o verde e a Flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É um acto inteligente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De quem á vida dá valor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preservando o ambiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/TCULVHoO4kI/AAAAAAAABxs/Ls2NwpiPWus/s1600/P1140191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/TCULVHoO4kI/AAAAAAAABxs/Ls2NwpiPWus/s400/P1140191.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;António Feliciano - (Um morador da Portela)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poesia dedicada á Junta de Freguesia da Portela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quadras a Santo António&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Santo António de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que és de Pádua também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guarda no céu um cantinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para quem me quer bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Santo António de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foste um grande pregador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Coloca-me sempre na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As palavras do teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Santo António de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na tua vida cheia de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ensina-me agora a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como tu, o Mestre Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Santo António de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na tua vida de sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ensina-me agora a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como tu, em alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Santo António de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque a graça em ti vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lança hoje a tua bênção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na Freguesia de Moscavide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A.Feliciano – Festa de 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-6596920538439362304?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6596920538439362304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=6596920538439362304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6596920538439362304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6596920538439362304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/06/porque-esta-perto-o-santo-antonio.html' title='Porque está perto o Santo António'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/TA6qC6IiWVI/AAAAAAAABrk/dWR_4zgQIgI/s72-c/ORAO_D~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-1163300936184632647</id><published>2009-06-08T19:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:43:43.998Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu Abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Si1pqJpZmnI/AAAAAAAABJ8/-VcnKgWPCa0/s1600-h/FoToGraFo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345044505623632498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Si1pqJpZmnI/AAAAAAAABJ8/-VcnKgWPCa0/s320/FoToGraFo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="O_MEU_ABRAÇO"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O MEU ABRAÇO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja qual for o teu momento agora, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sente o meu abraço. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a tristeza tomou forma no teu coração? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o meu abraço possa levar-te alegria. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se estiveres passando por algum tipo de privação?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o meu abraço te sirva de consolo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se há escuridão da tua vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o meu abraço seja hoje o teu Sol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se teu coração está mergulhado na dúvida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o meu abraço seja, Fé no teu dia de amanhã. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o Amor não marca presença em tua Vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o meu abraço possa dar-te a confiança,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de que ele está no teu caminho,..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muito perto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vem ao teu encontro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A . Feliciano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sh3Cw6gmsnI/AAAAAAAABIs/PpAoDQ769h0/s1600-h/Flores+do+meu+Bairro+XXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340638878726795890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sh3Cw6gmsnI/AAAAAAAABIs/PpAoDQ769h0/s320/Flores+do+meu+Bairro+XXX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Um olhar sobre a  Portela
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Meu Bairro é a Portela,
Muitas flores, muita cor,
Até parece uma aguarela,
Do mais famoso pintor.

No bairro da Portela,
É um privilégio morar,
Quando vimos à janela,
Ver passarinhos a cantar.

Cantam melros e pardais
Em coro pelos jardins,
Sorriem as margaridas,
As buganvílias e jasmins.

Verde pinho e castanheiros,
Nos muros trepando eras,
A florirem todos canteiros,
Assim são as Primaveras.

Espaços verdes bonitos,
Muita flor pelo meio,
São sempre um convite,
Para um belo passeio.

No jardim junto ao lago,
Aí nunca estamos sós,
Aí brincam as crianças,
Conversam os pais e avós.






Há um passeio pedonal,
De belas árvores frondosas,
Aí param os namorados,
E também pessoas idosas.

O comércio está Centro,
Para todos o bom que é,
Ali estão os bancos todos
Farmácias, mercearia, café.

A Igreja de Cristo Rei,
Este belo monumento,
É um atestado de Fé,
Perpetuado no tempo.

Alegres são as avenidas,
De candeeiros enfeitados,
Bonitas ficam as rotundas.
Com canteiros decorados.

É um dever de cidadania,
Este ambiente preservar,
Á vida terá mais alegria,
Mais saúde e bem-estar.

Meu Bairro é a Portela,
Muitas flores, muita cor,
Até parece uma aguarela,
Do mais famoso pintor.

«Dedico estas quadras Dr.ª. Jeni,
Digníssima Presidente da Junta de Freguesia,
Pelo zelo demonstrado ao longo de anos,
No alindamento do nosso Bairro.»

Portela, 24 de Julho de 2008

António Feliciano
( um morador da Portela)

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&lt;a name="Como posso resistir"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Como posso resistir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;
Como posso resistir ás tuas palavras enfeitadas de violetas e ao perfume emanado dos teus gestos?
Como posso resistir aos teus lábios de mel e ao luar do teu sorriso?
Como resistir á graciosidade dos teus passos de gasela e ao teu respirar de brisa matinal?
Como resistir ás mensagens de paz enviados pelo teu olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Se não te posso resistir, só me resta abandonar-me em ti
Se não posso resistir-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Só me resta abandonar-me em ti,... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;abandonar-me em ti,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;abandonar-me em ti!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Pacífico"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fosse … …

Se eu fosse Vento, passa por ti ,
para afagar levemente os teus cabelos.

Se eu fosse Chuva, caía no teu rosto,
para escorrer ao longo de teu corpo.

Se eu fosse Luar, amava-te em silêncio,
numa noite quente de Agosto.

Se eu fosse Sol, beijava-te ,
numa radiante manhã de Primavera.

Mas eu não sou o Sol nem o Luar,
Não sou a Chuva nem o Vento,
Sou Homem que te quer amar
Faço-o apenas em pensamento.

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A. Feliciano&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-5479116193009030111?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5479116193009030111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=5479116193009030111' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/5479116193009030111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/5479116193009030111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-eu-fosse.html' title='Se eu fosse ... ...'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/SZ3ofnP2BxI/AAAAAAAABF0/cPOEmUldSeA/s72-c/Primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-4598281115074599581</id><published>2008-04-08T10:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:06:16.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Homem recebido com uma flor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/R_tP7pZGiLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/xErgQk305aw/s1600-h/Bot%C3%A3o+de+Rosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186827281989273778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/R_tP7pZGiLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/xErgQk305aw/s400/Bot%C3%A3o+de+Rosa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Homem recebido com uma Flor
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&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Com singela beleza,m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;e entregaste em mão,
A Rosa mais bonita, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;rescida no teu jardim,
Uma amostra de amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;que guardas no coração.
Foi assim, mais um carinho ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;das tuas mãos para mim.

Homem recebido com uma flor,
Pode considerar-se venturoso,
Em troca dar-te-ei amor,
Não tenho gesto mais gostoso.

Há tantas formas de dar,
Como tantas há para receber,
Se me dás por me amar,
Por te amar, vou receber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E eu recebi mesmo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pacífico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todos os Amigos, Amigas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clientes e Familiares ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os meus votos de Novo Ano ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;repleto de boas realizações ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a todos os níveis de vossas vidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;António Feliciano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-4228275809720136911?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4228275809720136911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=4228275809720136911' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4228275809720136911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4228275809720136911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/12/bom-ano-para-2008_31.html' title='Bom Ano para 2008'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/R3loAg3kqsI/AAAAAAAAAvw/nEwOSQpJDNo/s72-c/Postal+de+NATAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-111806174001397555</id><published>2007-12-31T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:59:33.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Ano para 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/R3lmBQ3kqqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Jfy8_lgFrTI/s1600-h/Bom+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150259820768832162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/R3lmBQ3kqqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Jfy8_lgFrTI/s400/Bom+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Desejo&lt;/span&gt; a todos os meus Amigos e Amigas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Clientes e Familiares um Novo Ano cheio de coisa boas para todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Saúde,Paz,Alegria a jorros nas vossa vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Deixo-vos um poema de um Amigo de longa data:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Rogério Cotrim, um «Moscavidense» da gema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«ALPHA,...Deus ''Princípio'', &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...é assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;neste Mundo sempre afoito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ÓMEGA,...para todos será o ''FIM'',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas agora aqui está o 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não há sossêgo nesta ''Terra'',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E para muito já tanto lhes faz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há homens que querem sempre a guerra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazei-nos Senhor ''obreiros'' da Vossa Paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais um Ano!....para Deus a nossa oração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para muitos é mais um tormento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinde Senhor ,dai-nos a Vossa Mão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoai-nos lá do Vosso Firmamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao olhar-mos o Firmamento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá-nos muito que pensar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O porquê das nossas vidas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com isto tudo a rodar.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Rogério Cotrim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&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/27455112074838402-111806174001397555?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/111806174001397555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=111806174001397555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/111806174001397555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/111806174001397555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/12/bom-ano-para-2008.html' title='Bom Ano para 2008'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/R3lmBQ3kqqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Jfy8_lgFrTI/s72-c/Bom+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-4030446253680622051</id><published>2007-11-10T22:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:25:43.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Zé Ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RzYszyiVX4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/XHeFgy5-_RE/s1600-h/ze.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131338093685989250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RzYszyiVX4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/XHeFgy5-_RE/s400/ze.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fado do Zé-Nigém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A trabalhar de pequenino
Por esse mundo além
E afinal o meu destino
É ser hoje um Zé-ninguém.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quem sou afinal ,eu não sei,…
Sei que vagueio pelas vielas
Sei também quando canto
Que todos vem ás janelas.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sei que corro pela cidade
Sem rumo, de lado a lado.
Não ouvem a minha verdade
Mas eu sou homem honrado.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ninguém me dá ouvidos
Nem tão pouco, atenção
Aos meus dias sofridos&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sem nunca ser um ladrão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trabalhei p’ra matar a fome
Pois sei que disse alguém
Quem não ganha o pão que come
Come sempre o pão de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Há quem viva na alta-roda
Ganharam dinheiro em segredo
Enquanto eu canto nas praças
Eles não vêm á rua com medo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quem sou não sei,…talvez um Zé-ninguém
Um pobre nesta vida um vagabundo
Que podia ser rico neste mundo
Mas que afinal,..na vida nada tem.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tenho a rua e o luar
Tenho o sol e o calor
Tenho voz para cantar
No coração tenho amor&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lisboa, 10 de Novembro de 2007&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pacífico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-4030446253680622051?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4030446253680622051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=4030446253680622051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4030446253680622051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4030446253680622051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/11/z-ningum.html' title='Zé Ninguém'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RzYszyiVX4I/AAAAAAAAAt4/XHeFgy5-_RE/s72-c/ze.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-7891552147906417869</id><published>2007-10-31T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:21:59.201Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primaveras'/><title type='text'>Na sombra dos Carvalhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RyjusQja0NI/AAAAAAAAAtw/NXTLaGEekJI/s1600-h/Momentos+de+Poesia+-Carvalhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127610619886489810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 521px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RyjusQja0NI/AAAAAAAAAtw/NXTLaGEekJI/s400/Momentos+de+Poesia+-Carvalhos.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na sombra dos Carvalhos&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Queridos irmãos Carvalhos, vetustos e silenciosos,
Nesta vossa sombra fresca, pródiga e acolhedora,
Descansaram estes dois seres vossos irmãos,
De tanta sede de amar estavam sequiosos.
&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Trocas de carinhos e ternura, mãos nas mãos,
Beijos e abraços de amor, fortes e fogosos,
Que o Sol espreitou por entre a folhagem,
De ramos cobertos de musgo, fortes e rugosos.

Queridos irmãos Piscos, Rolas, Melros e Pardais
Que da Paz e da Natureza sois embaixadores
Vos peço, guardai segredo de nossos ais
Não conteis aos Homens legalistas insensíveis
Que vistes manifestações puras de Amor
Carinhos e ternura para eles incompreensíveis

Amor incondicional e puro de dois seres…!!!
Só vós Passarinhos, Carvalhos e Azinheiras,
Irmãos queridos, só vós podereis entender!
Á sombra, ao fresco, ao vosso gorjeio e companhia

Vos agradeço eternamente todos os miminhos.
Crescei, amai, vivei, cantai comigo graças com alegria
Ao nosso bondoso Pai demos todo o louvor
Aquele que na vida nos cumula de tanto Amor.

&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;«Primavera de 2006»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pacífico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-7891552147906417869?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7891552147906417869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=7891552147906417869' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/7891552147906417869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/7891552147906417869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/na-sombra-dos-carvalhos.html' title='Na sombra dos Carvalhos'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RyjusQja0NI/AAAAAAAAAtw/NXTLaGEekJI/s72-c/Momentos+de+Poesia+-Carvalhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-6204170497787264219</id><published>2007-10-31T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:44:43.937Z</updated><title type='text'>Flor sem vaso e sem canteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RyjnNQja0KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/St4aNRwYyBo/s1600-h/Pegando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127602390729150626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RyjnNQja0KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/St4aNRwYyBo/s320/Pegando.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Ryjm6Aja0JI/AAAAAAAAAtU/u0eME-2dNE8/s1600-h/SeduÃ§ao.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Flor sem vaso sem canteiro,
No meio de espinhos crescida,
Quem me dera ser jardineiro,
Para te regar toda a vida.

Tuas pétalas de seda são,
As mais bonitas entre mil,
Dás energia ao meu coração,
Com o teu perfume subtil.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Olhar em ti é estonteante,
Pela magia da tua cor,
Teu perfume inebriante,
É um enleio …, és um amor.

Tua cor é inspiração,
Teu perfume me seduz,
Me faz ébrio o coração,
Ao êxtase me conduz.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Pacífico
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&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/27455112074838402-6204170497787264219?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6204170497787264219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=6204170497787264219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6204170497787264219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6204170497787264219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/flor-sem-vaso-e-sem-canteiro.html' title='Flor sem vaso e sem canteiro'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RyjnNQja0KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/St4aNRwYyBo/s72-c/Pegando.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-6519156421463978823</id><published>2007-10-02T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:14:59.687Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahistória de uma Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RwKzxLT6YxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/X-hJ_vyFX4o/s1600-h/Rosa+Vermelha+-+HPV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116849784077574930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RwKzxLT6YxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/X-hJ_vyFX4o/s400/Rosa+Vermelha+-+HPV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; A história de uma Rosa
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Era uma vez uma Rosa,
Encantava toda gente,
Era bonita e cheirosa,
Desapareceu de repente.

Quem por ela passada,
Não ficava indiferente,
À sua corola aveludada,
E perfume permanente.

Mas eis que certo dia,
Ao entrar nesse portão,
Foi-se a minha alegria
E doeu-me o coração.

A Rosa de linda vista,
Ainda de tenra idade,
Foi vítima de egoísta,
Anónimo desta cidade.

Uma, duas ou três,
As vezes que a vi,
Até que certa vez,
Fotografei-a, está aqui..
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Que feliz inspiração,
Foi aquele momento,
Ditou o meu coração,
E agiu o pensamento.

Agora para te ver,
Recordar com amor,
Basta o meu querer,
E abrir o computador. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;A. Feliciano 28-09-2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Uma história verdadeira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-6519156421463978823?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6519156421463978823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=6519156421463978823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6519156421463978823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6519156421463978823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahistria-de-uma-rosa.html' title='Ahistória de uma Rosa'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RwKzxLT6YxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/X-hJ_vyFX4o/s72-c/Rosa+Vermelha+-+HPV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-8021237831280411697</id><published>2007-09-09T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:42:04.270Z</updated><title type='text'>SALPICOS DE POESIA - Apresentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RuQBb-6a36I/AAAAAAAAAhw/wiY5WiKio24/s1600-h/P8290006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108209457601109922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RuQBb-6a36I/AAAAAAAAAhw/wiY5WiKio24/s400/P8290006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;E já no proximo dia 22 pelas 16.00 h que vou apresentar o meu 1º Livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Este evento é promovido pela Junta de Freguesia de Moscavide e terá lugar no Centro Cultural de Moscavide ( antigo Cinema) e que fica na Rua Francisco Marques Beato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tenho a honra de anunciar que tenho a colaboraçao de um antigo e prestigiado  cantor e declamador João Moutinho acompanho à viola pelo grande artista Mingo Rangel e ainda uma dissertação pela autora do prefácio Drª. Adosida Marques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Por parte da Junta de Freguesia a quem endereço desde já os meus agradecimetos. teremos um momento de dança de salão executada pelos exímios professores desta arte ,Armando e Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A Vila de Moscavide esta muito bem servida de transportes públicos, pois além de apeadeiro de Comboio tem várias carreiras da Carris  ( 28 - 21 - 44 ) e da Rodoviária Nacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A quém se deslocar de avião tem o Aeroporto da Portela a 3 KM apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Pode este evento à primeira vista parecer uma coisa banal ou insignificante, mas não o é para mim como compreenderão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tudo tem uma primeira vez, e essa primeira vez é sem dúvida quantas vezes determinante para êxitos ou fracassos futuros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A presença dos/as meus Amigos/as dar-me-á uma satisfação , prazer e incentivo acrescidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Conto com a vossa presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Até aqui deixo o meu abraço cordial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;António Feliciano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-8021237831280411697?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8021237831280411697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=8021237831280411697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/8021237831280411697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/8021237831280411697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/09/salpicos-de-poesia-apresentao.html' title='SALPICOS DE POESIA - Apresentação'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RuQBb-6a36I/AAAAAAAAAhw/wiY5WiKio24/s72-c/P8290006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-6202397786875731764</id><published>2007-08-15T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:13:40.357Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Salpicos de Poesia - Agora em Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RsOAaGWoNDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UNW--t9npBI/s1600-h/Salpicos+de+Poesia+-+Contracapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099060388984009778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RsOAaGWoNDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UNW--t9npBI/s400/Salpicos+de+Poesia+-+Contracapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comunico a todos os meus amigos e visitantes deste BLOG, em breve farei a apresentação pública do meu 1º Livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este livro integra 170 páginas de poemas e prosa poética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O preço de capa é de 11,50 €, e na fase de lançamento não são cobradas despesas de envio por correio para Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entretanto quem o desejar adquirir poderá enviar o seu pedido pelo seguinte Email &lt;a href="mailto:salpicosdepoesia@netvisao.pt"&gt;salpicosdepoesia@netvisao.pt&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; indicando o seu nome e endereço postal onde o deseja receber ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o NIB-&lt;strong&gt;0035 0517 0000 3560 90041.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-6202397786875731764?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6202397786875731764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=6202397786875731764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6202397786875731764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6202397786875731764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/08/salpicos-de-poesia-agora-em-livro.html' title='Salpicos de Poesia - Agora em Livro'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RsOAaGWoNDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UNW--t9npBI/s72-c/Salpicos+de+Poesia+-+Contracapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-4151534394527939334</id><published>2007-05-21T21:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:35:44.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma lição de Vida e Resistência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlINp9-VNCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/N61oXnQQHn0/s1600-h/ChorÃµes+do+litoral.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067127545407026210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlINp9-VNCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/N61oXnQQHn0/s400/Chor%C3%B5es+do+litoral.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlINS9-VNBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4Ynbri8dMIQ/s1600-h/ChorÃ£o+-+Rosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067127150270034962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlINS9-VNBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4Ynbri8dMIQ/s400/Chor%C3%A3o+-+Rosa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Da observação deste «Chorão do Litoral» podemos extrair uma bela lição de p'rá vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Crescendo nas arribas e nas piçarras do litoral em terras inóspitas e áridas,eles acumulam água nas sua folhas carnudas durante a época das chuvas,água essa que lhes permite uma pujança de vida e cor no estio , por mais seco e agreste que se apresente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Assim nós devería-mos acumular energias quando a vida nos corre de feição, para delas nos socorrer-mos quando a adversidade nos bate à porta.

&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/27455112074838402-4151534394527939334?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4151534394527939334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=4151534394527939334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4151534394527939334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4151534394527939334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/05/uma-lio-de-vida-e-resistncia.html' title='Uma lição de Vida e Resistência'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlINp9-VNCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/N61oXnQQHn0/s72-c/Chor%C3%B5es+do+litoral.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-3986651127173399927</id><published>2007-05-21T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:36:53.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Rosa ao Pôr do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlIKzN-VNAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Y14VYkhDOr0/s1600-h/Rosa+ao+PÃ´r+do+Sol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067124405785932802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlIKzN-VNAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Y14VYkhDOr0/s400/Rosa+ao+P%C3%B4r+do+Sol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Se a beleza de uma Rosa o/a seduz, experimente como eu olhá-la ao Pôr do Sol !!!&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/27455112074838402-3986651127173399927?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3986651127173399927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=3986651127173399927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/3986651127173399927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/3986651127173399927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/05/uma-rosa-ao-pr-do-sol.html' title='Uma Rosa ao Pôr do Sol'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlIKzN-VNAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Y14VYkhDOr0/s72-c/Rosa+ao+P%C3%B4r+do+Sol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-8977522438334394527</id><published>2007-05-21T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:38:20.906Z</updated><title type='text'>A beleza nocturna da Rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlIJeN-VM_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/2UkLPneq5Dk/s1600-h/Rosas+Ã"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067122945497052146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlIJeN-VM_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/2UkLPneq5Dk/s400/Rosas+%C3%A0+noite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt; Se ainda não fez, experiemente a comtemplar uma Rosa em noite de Lua Cheia.&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/27455112074838402-8977522438334394527?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8977522438334394527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=8977522438334394527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/8977522438334394527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/8977522438334394527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/05/beleza-nocturna-da-rosas.html' title='A beleza nocturna da Rosas'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RlIJeN-VM_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/2UkLPneq5Dk/s72-c/Rosas+%C3%A0+noite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-1008510126474807066</id><published>2007-03-18T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:26:59.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Esta é a minha mão aberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Rf27EyolsAI/AAAAAAAAANg/_b82EKeNZbA/s1600-h/Minha+mÃ£o+aberta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043392848710709250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Rf27EyolsAI/AAAAAAAAANg/_b82EKeNZbA/s320/Minha+m%C3%A3o+aberta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha mão aberta
&lt;/strong&gt;
Esta é minha mão aberta
Como aberto é meu coração
Mão que te segura e não aperta
Mão que não te prende, mas que te liberta

Mão onde podes descansar
Que te dá liberdade de partir
E que aceita o teu voltar

Mão que sente o teu calor
Que o transmuta em alegria
Mão que te espera e não se cansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mão que sente o teu vazio e a tua dor alivia
Que no desespero te mostra a esperança

Mão que em silenciosos gestos te devolve o amor
Que te devolve a cor de momentos gostosos
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Esta é a mão que não briga
É a mão que não te agride
Mão que te ampara e abriga.
Mão que em ti semeia a Paz e recolhe o Amor.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;«Pacífico»  28-09-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/27455112074838402-1008510126474807066?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1008510126474807066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=1008510126474807066' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/1008510126474807066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/1008510126474807066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/03/esta-minha-mo-aberta.html' title='Esta é a minha mão aberta'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Rf27EyolsAI/AAAAAAAAANg/_b82EKeNZbA/s72-c/Minha+m%C3%A3o+aberta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-1269363703457315391</id><published>2007-03-18T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:11:39.641Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti Conbutor Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ti Condutor Amigo
&lt;/strong&gt;
Companheiro da estrada
Controla tua emoção
Podes reduzir tudo a nada
Por uma falta de atenção

Conduz o Carro com Amor
Põe arte na tua condução
Ele conserva maior valor
Se lhe deres estimação.

Lombas, curvas, piso molhado
São apelo á tua inteligência
Aí deves ter muito cuidado
Não dês ouvidos á impaciência

Não te deixes contagiar
Por companheiros «aceleras»
Pois podes não chegar
Tu e o carro tal como eras.

Tem calma, não te irrites
Quando uma ultrapassagem
Não aceleres, não apites
Deseja-lhe boa viagem.

&lt;/span&gt;«&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pacífico»a, Setembro de 2006
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-1269363703457315391?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1269363703457315391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=1269363703457315391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/1269363703457315391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/1269363703457315391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/03/para-ti-conbutor-amigo.html' title='Para ti Conbutor Amigo'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-5800024954299801574</id><published>2007-02-04T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:39:15.268Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor nas pequenas coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RcXFl91YpOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_7XbXcMfelk/s1600-h/Cores+de+VerÃ£o-+Â«Flor+de+CardoÂ».jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027641815073334498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RcXFl91YpOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_7XbXcMfelk/s320/Cores+de+Ver%C3%A3o-+%C2%ABFlor+de+Cardo%C2%BB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RcXFTd1YpNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dynuYcNanlE/s1600-h/Azul-I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027641497245754578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RcXFTd1YpNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dynuYcNanlE/s320/Azul-I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor nas pequenas coisas
&lt;/strong&gt;
Expressar por palavras o que o coração sente,
Sei que não é fácil,
Não está ao alcance de toda a gente.
Mas quem de o fazer tiver a coragem,
Fale sempre linguagem do coração aos que a entendem.
No nosso quotidiano podemos com observação,
Ver, falar, agir e pensar com o coração.

Repare:
Se passa por uma Rosa, …
Pegue-a carinhosamente, …absorva o seu perfume,
Olhe-a demoradamente sem a molestar
E depois vá embora sem a tirar do seu lugar.
A sua função é encantar toda a gente.

Quando uma criança lhe sorrir não fique indiferente,
Retribua imediatamente,
Ela regista o seu gesto e ficará contente e com uma imagem positiva do mundo que a rodeia.

Se vir um carreiro de formigas que atravessa o passeio,
Não as pise.
Observe-as, siga-lhes o exemplo, elas cumprimentam-se, elas amam-se.
Já reparou o que acontece se alguma morre ou é ferida?
Há sempre outra que a leva, nunca fica esquecida.

Ao caminhar se avistar um Pardal comendo migalhas na beira do caminho,
Pare um pouco, não avance deixe-o satisfazer sua fome.
Se reparar. …ele olha para si enquanto come,
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procurei uma definição para a palavra Amor&lt;/strong&gt;


O que é amar?
Será dar-se por inteiro ao ser amado?
Partilhar a vida com ele?
Fruir da vida com ele?
Confiar total e absolutamente nele?
Desejar para ele o supremo bem?
Evitar que lhe aconteça algo de mal por mínimo que seja?
Tudo perdoar? E sem limite de vezes?
Rir com a sua alegria?
Chorar com a sua tristeza?

Muito provavelmente não o conseguirei.
Mas que o desejo..., é verdade.
Quantas podem ser as pessoas por mim amadas ?
E a resposta será esta?
«Todas as pessoas que existem, que existiram, que vão existir,,,»

Seria certamente esta a minha resposta.
Mas só um Ser de infinita bondade, de infinito Amor pode dar essa resposta.
Tenho plena consciência da minha condição, humana,dos grilhões das convenções sociais que me prendem.

Permanece a interrogação permanente e constante :
Qual a minha capacidade?
Qual o meu limite? Até onde posso ir?
E a resposta surge de novo: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;« Vai aonde te leva o coração»&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/27455112074838402-2628705207078281394?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2628705207078281394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=2628705207078281394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/2628705207078281394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/2628705207078281394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/02/procura-de-uma-defenio-para-palavra.html' title='À procura de uma defenição para a palavra Amor'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RcXBnd1YpMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RmX2U4eQNMI/s72-c/Rosa+de+Maio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-3467587019469046886</id><published>2007-01-23T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:09:17.622Z</updated><title type='text'>A Janela da Minha Avó</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RbYWp_VvMUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LfED35JeDL0/s1600-h/Janela%20da%20Av%C3%B3%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023227345011421506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RbYWp_VvMUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LfED35JeDL0/s320/Janela%2520da%2520Av%25C3%25B3%2520III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Janela da minha Avó

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Janela velhinha e tão só,
Voltada ao Sol nascente,
Era aí que a minha Avó,
Me embalava docemente.

Janela da minha Avó,
Que eu tanto admirava,
Era uma janela vermelha,
De rosas emoldurada.




Janela de pau de pinho,
Onde eu olhava a Lua,
Foi ali aquele beijinho,
Que provei da boca tua.

Janela em frente ao Rio,
Que cantava de mansinho,
Foi ali na noite ao frio,
Que tive o teu carinho.

Janela de rosas enfeitada,
Bonitas e vermelhinhas,
Tua visita mais desejada,
Virá com as andorinhas.

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pacífico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Primavera de 2006
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RbYPRvVvMQI/AAAAAAAAADs/tLrcryof38M/s1600-h/PortÃ£o-+Olivais+Norte,+Lisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023219231818199298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RbYPRvVvMQI/AAAAAAAAADs/tLrcryof38M/s320/Port%C3%A3o-+Olivais+Norte,+Lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta Lisboa que eu amo
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lisboa dos jardins,
Das alamedas e das flores,
Lisboa dos meus sonhos, … …
Dos meus encantos e meus amores,
Lisboa das realidades e das ilusões,
Lisboa dos meus sonhos distantes.

Lisboa das aventuras ,das grandes emoções,
Lisboa é mulher sem idade.
Lisboa é fado, és a noite dos amantes.

Lisboa do bacalhau assado e das avenidas.
Com cheiro de flores e de mar,
És local de recordar,
Lisboa és encontro de vidas.

Serás para sempre Lisboa,
o templo do fado e do sonho,
Serás sempre Lisboa… a cidade do eterno amar.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pacífico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Primavera -2006 ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/27455112074838402-6619021220903900421?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6619021220903900421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=6619021220903900421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6619021220903900421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6619021220903900421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/01/esta-lisboa-que-eu-amo.html' title='Esta  é a Lisboa que eu amo'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RbYSkPVvMTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bVnfk5Kp2AQ/s72-c/Lisboa+-+Horas+de+lazer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-2168955365272674646</id><published>2007-01-12T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:10:04.892Z</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo é o meu caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Rafb91UoXEI/AAAAAAAAADU/yzijSfDk8sk/s1600-h/Hiperbole.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019222165059820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Rafb91UoXEI/AAAAAAAAADU/yzijSfDk8sk/s320/Hiperbole.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; O Tempo é o meu Caminho&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;O tempo é o meu caminho.
Por onde passa a minha vida
Caminho que é trajectória,
Que é linha indefinida.

É o caminho da minha história.
Linha que não é elipse ,
Nem circunferência
Nem tão pouco é uma recta,
Porquanto é de acções uma sequência.
Quiçá uma hipérbole, que vem do infinito,
Que ao infinito voltará.
Linha sem princípio nem fim,
Porque o eterno faz parte de mim

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;«Pacífico»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ,Inverno de 2005

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Porque_tu_não_estás_..._..."&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque tu não estás ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saboreio um belo Cozido á Portuguesa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Delicia-me o sabor e o cheiro dos enchidos, Queria partilhar…Mas tu não estás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Bebo um Vinho de castas alentejanas seleccionadas, A colheita é especial, é perfume aveludado, Queria que bebesses do meu copo…Mas tu não estás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Conduzo um BMW de 180 cavalos,Três mil rotações,Quero partilhar a emoção do arranque, …Mas tu não estás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt; Olho o Mar, olhos no infinito horizonte azul, Escuto o piar agudo das gaivotas.Quero abandonar-me em teus braços…Mas tu não estás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Escuto o chilrear dos passarinhos machos,Nos píncaros altos das árvores buscando os seus pares, … Queria ver-te a sorrir e  a adivinhar o meu sentir…Mas tu não estás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Olho embevecido uma paisagem de Montanha, Quero pousar o meu braço sobre teus ombros e contemplar o belo …mas tu não estás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Admiro um quadro célebre de Júlio Pomar,  quero comentar contigo as formas e cores, …Mas tu não estás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Queria ver-te feliz, por eu te amar,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas… mas onde eu estou…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tu nunca estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Que pena, …. …. ….  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;«Pacífico&lt;/span&gt; »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-6279744532921907656?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6279744532921907656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=6279744532921907656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6279744532921907656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/6279744532921907656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/01/porque-tu-no-ests.html' title='Porque tu não estás...'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RafYdFUoXDI/AAAAAAAAADI/T0lYVErB5ec/s72-c/Poeta+solit%C3%A1rio++-++1974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-4004321353124052200</id><published>2007-01-11T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:45:27.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos cruzados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RaaFOFUoXCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Dym7WTW7oOM/s1600-h/Caminhos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018845311744367650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RaaFOFUoXCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Dym7WTW7oOM/s320/Caminhos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Caminhos cruzados
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Somos caminhos cruzados
Que vieram da eternidade
Quem sabe, se seres mal amados,
Vindos agora em novas vidas,

Querendo vivenciar o amor,
Das oportunidades perdidas
Alheiam-se do mundo em seu redor,
No tempo efémero e fugaz.

Envoltos numa aura de amor,
Que em plenitude não podem assumir.
Sentem a paz de uma companhia,

Dão as mãos, trocam olhares,
Abraçam-se, …
e despendem-se em alegria.

Até quando?
Nunca dizem, não sabem.
Talvez até à nova vida que há de vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Pacífico»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-4004321353124052200?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4004321353124052200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=4004321353124052200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4004321353124052200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4004321353124052200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/01/caminhos-cruzados.html' title='Caminhos cruzados'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RaaFOFUoXCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Dym7WTW7oOM/s72-c/Caminhos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-3868483007682504462</id><published>2006-12-27T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:30:02.431Z</updated><title type='text'>O acordar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RZQQ-g-pqaI/AAAAAAAAACk/0H3Xf6DZk2A/s1600-h/COMETA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013650951360850338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RZQQ-g-pqaI/AAAAAAAAACk/0H3Xf6DZk2A/s320/COMETA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O acordar
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sonho, vertigem, alucinação,
Astro errante no universo da minha vida.
Tangente descrita em rota de colisão.
Realidade intangível.
Fazem parte de mim marcas de fogo
Feitas por faúlhas de Amor
E raios de esperança.
Rasto indelével no tempo,
Tempo de Amor que desconhece o impossível,
Tempo sem princípio nem fim,
Prossegue a tua rota nesse tempo,
Tempo que não é meu ,que não é teu.
E um olhar perdido no horizonte,
Seguirá o teu rasto de luz
Até que encontres o Céu.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pacífico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisboa, 2006-12-27
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-3868483007682504462?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3868483007682504462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=3868483007682504462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/3868483007682504462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/3868483007682504462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-acordar.html' title='O acordar'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RZQQ-g-pqaI/AAAAAAAAACk/0H3Xf6DZk2A/s72-c/COMETA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-2053810252707142829</id><published>2006-12-22T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:11:28.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Deixem-no viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYxHVA-pqYI/AAAAAAAAACM/5XE6wOKDXKQ/s1600-h/santos8k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011458911722121602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYxHVA-pqYI/AAAAAAAAACM/5XE6wOKDXKQ/s320/santos8k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;DEIXEM-NO VIVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Há vida nas cavernas sombrias onde o grande golfinho azul vai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;nas florestas e desertos,novento e nas neves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;É tudo é parte da carga preciosa da nossa frágil nave-espacial TERRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;e do grito das vozes inumeráveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;ó deixem-no viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Nas cidades barulhentas e arrojadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;nos moinhos e nas minas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;nos campos gelados e nos campos de arroz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;há pessoas que trabalham e vivem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;e lutam para criar os filhos,esperando de alguma forma sobreviver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;É pedir assim tanto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Deixem-nos viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;O milagre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;é estarmos aqui,só na noite sem tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;somos um fragmento de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Este milagre,pode nunca mais acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;O Planeta está vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Deixem-no viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;É um milhar de milhões de anos -luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;até á orla mais distante do espaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;e pode não haver lá nada semelhante á raça humana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;podemos então estar todos sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;na nossa pequena ilha ilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E o Planeta está vivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Deixem-no Viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«De Karol Wojtyla - Papa João Paulo II»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-2053810252707142829?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2053810252707142829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=2053810252707142829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/2053810252707142829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/2053810252707142829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/12/deixem-no-viver.html' title='Deixem-no viver'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYxHVA-pqYI/AAAAAAAAACM/5XE6wOKDXKQ/s72-c/santos8k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-853640171293556959</id><published>2006-12-18T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:15:00.952Z</updated><title type='text'>Tal como a Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYcssQ-pqXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2OK19URtUGE/s1600-h/A+Lua+em+crescente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010022249456576882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYcssQ-pqXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2OK19URtUGE/s320/A+Lua+em+crescente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

              "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Tal como a Lua"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Da minha janela vejo a Lua&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Longíncua,srena,bela e calma&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;É assim como a imagem tua&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Das mais belas que tenho na Alma&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ora está cheia, ora vazia,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;É assim o meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E assim a minha alegria,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Conforme eu te vejo ou não.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt; Fico grande, fico cheio,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Quando na tua presença,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Fico pequeno, fico feio,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Se é grande tua ausência. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Assim da Terra tão distante,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Com a luz do Sol reflectida,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Também eu fico radiante,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Porque és o Sol da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pacífico,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Verão de 2006
 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-853640171293556959?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/853640171293556959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=853640171293556959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/853640171293556959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/853640171293556959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/12/tal-como-lua.html' title='Tal como a Lua'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYcssQ-pqXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2OK19URtUGE/s72-c/A+Lua+em+crescente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-268778323456277273</id><published>2006-12-17T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:41:43.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Ás «Vélhinhas»</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYWaEA-pqWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xOswrbleWlU/s1600-h/PC170009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009579554292476258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYWaEA-pqWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xOswrbleWlU/s320/PC170009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É como muito gosto que aqui publico este belo poeminha de Natal feito meu grande Amigo e Ex-vizinho, Rogério Cotrim.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ás Vélhinhas»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Olhai p'ra estas Vélhinhas&lt;/span&gt; .
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;De tantos anos idosas&lt;/span&gt; .
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Estão assim tão espertinhas&lt;/span&gt; .
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;São como pétalas de rosas&lt;/span&gt; .
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;A Natureza assim quer&lt;/span&gt; .
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;De muito a vida nos diz&lt;/span&gt; .
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Que até num lado qualquer&lt;/span&gt; .
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Todo o ser humano é feliz&lt;/span&gt; .
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Nos altos céus é verdade&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Deus a todos recompensa&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E por toda a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Lá terá nossa presença&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Os meus versos são assim &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Tudo isto é natural&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Com os bons votos do Cotrim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;P´ra todos um Feliz Natal.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;BOAS FESTAS ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;BOM ANO DE 2007!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Quadras feitas de improviso e na hora em que o Rogério visitou um Lar da Terceira Idade»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Bem hajas Amigo, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;aqui te deixo o meu abraço fraterno e solidário.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pacífico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-268778323456277273?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/268778323456277273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=268778323456277273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/268778323456277273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/268778323456277273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/12/s-vlhinhas.html' title='Ás «Vélhinhas»'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYWaEA-pqWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xOswrbleWlU/s72-c/PC170009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-4609042174045670094</id><published>2006-12-16T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:28:58.772Z</updated><title type='text'>NATAL - Aniversário de Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYP0ew-pqTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d01gGJwfnzU/s1600-h/O+poder+de+uma+Mensagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009116019947055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYP0ew-pqTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d01gGJwfnzU/s320/O+poder+de+uma+Mensagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poema de Natal
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem aí o Natal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim diz a Cidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se vestiu toda de luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas onde estará a verdade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos desígnios do capital,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou nascimento de Jesus?
Serão ambas as coisas direi eu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque a força da mensagem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De perdão, paz, justiça e amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,Que há 2006 anos desceu do céu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resiste ainda hoje à voragem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De que o dinheiro é o bem maior.
Foi o acontecimento maior,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na história da humanidade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus quis trazer ao Homem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na sua própria linguagem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mensagem do amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da paz, justiça, verdade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fé, esperança e compaixão.
Deus do infinito Amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem pelo Homem tal carinho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vendo que ele andava perdido,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veio ensinar-lhe o caminho.
Deus veio a todos mostrar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que no Homem a grandeza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não está no berço dourado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas no puro da natureza.
Veio ensinar que a felicidade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reside em cada coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que o poder do mal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parecendo o mais forte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É por fim o Amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O único que prevalece à morte.
Olhando as luzes da cidade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico com vontade de gritar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quem passa, esta verdade:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Olhem que isto não é apenas arte,não é apenas cor e luz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É uma mensagem que perdura e se reparte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é aniversário de Jesus.»
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos todos cantar, vamos todos dar a mãoVamos todos dar-Lhe uma prendaDaquelas que não se compraMas que trazemos no coração.
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PACÍFICO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Natal de 2006&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/27455112074838402-4609042174045670094?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4609042174045670094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=4609042174045670094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4609042174045670094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/4609042174045670094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/12/natal-aniversrio-de-jesus.html' title='NATAL - Aniversário de Jesus'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYP0ew-pqTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/d01gGJwfnzU/s72-c/O+poder+de+uma+Mensagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-3179570681731874216</id><published>2006-12-16T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:29:09.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYPkMQ-pqQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q-FjIAZ33_o/s1600-h/Azivinho+matis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009098109933431042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYPkMQ-pqQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q-FjIAZ33_o/s320/Azivinho+matis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Desejo  muita PAZ E AMOR no coração de todos quantos esta página visitem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;O NATAL, é nem mais nem menos a comemoração do aniversário de Jesus, é bom que não se esqueça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ele trouxe uma mensafem nova ao Mundo, se os Homens a entendessem e puzessem em prática, a PAZ e o AMOR seriam uma realidade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pacíficco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27455112074838402-3179570681731874216?l=salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3179570681731874216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27455112074838402&amp;postID=3179570681731874216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/3179570681731874216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27455112074838402/posts/default/3179570681731874216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salpicosdepoesia.blogspot.com/2006/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas'/><author><name>A. Feliciano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645179593318937671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/Sv8merujUNI/AAAAAAAABRk/hr311BOsuvU/S220/Trabalho-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYPkMQ-pqQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q-FjIAZ33_o/s72-c/Azivinho+matis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27455112074838402.post-5248682114691027355</id><published>2006-12-16T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:08:41.084Z</updated><title type='text'>Rosa Branca ao Luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYPhcw-pqPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/G42M3D8TUS0/s1600-h/Imagem(516).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009095094866389234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I3eW2pVFWhU/RYPhcw-pqPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/G42M3D8TUS0/s320/Imagem(516).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Rosa branca ao luar"


Em noite de lua-cheia
No jardim fui passear
Vi esta rosa, cheirei-a
Fico em ti a pensar

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Tanta pureza e frescura
Meu coração estremeceu
E assim tua imagem pura
No meu coração se meteu

Meu encanto maior
Delicadeza sem par
Assim te vejo meu amor
E assim te quero amar

É assim nesta vida
Este encontro fugaz
Plenitude não vivida
Sê-lo-á na eternidade


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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Pacífico»&lt;/em&gt; ,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; fim de Verão de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A vida de um homem é o conjunto dos seus sonhos realizados, dos seus sonhos residuais e dos sonhos diferidos no tempo.

Todo o sonho é tendencialmente realizável, no entanto a maior parte deles ficam pelo caminho, outros porém, vêm animados de tal força que o homem deparando-se com a impossibilidade de os realizar, difere-os no tempo sem data marcada, ficando sempre a expectativa de uma realização futura.

Por vezes os momentos de sonho que antecedem as realizações são de tal modo intensos, que dão mais prazer que os acontecimentos em si mesmos.
Enquanto a realização está sujeita a normas, padrões, convenções sociais, etc., o sonho é livre como o vento e o seu campo de acção é elimitado.
Quem não deixou alguns sonhos pelo caminho e os sepultou no fundo do baú das suas memórias.

A entrada continua neste BLOG, vai por isso mesmo levar o leitor a fazer uma incursão pelo mundo fantástico dos sonhos de um homem, que quando se deu conta de que tinham já decorrido mais de dois terços da sua vida, adormece de propósito de vez enquando na ânsia de viver em sonhos todos os seus projectos adiados.
Mergulha nas águas profundas do oceano da sua imaginação
e depara com a turbulência de uma amálgama de sentimentos:
Amizade, doação, solidariedade, amor, sexualidade, coragem, aventura, desânimo, frustração, expectativa, esperança, gratidão, prazer e saudades.
Mexe e remexe em todas elas, depois de cansado volta ao de cima.
Quando emerge, esbraceja com toda a energia da vitalidade que ainda lhe resta e fazendo esparrinhar a poesia que inunda o seu coração e assim acontecem os Salpicos de Poesia.

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