tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283922752024-03-07T06:55:03.689+00:00O INSTANTE E O ABSOLUTOESPAÇO DE SENSIBILIDADE ARTÍSTICA, QUE SENDO DE FICÇÃO OU ESTÉTICA LITERÁRIA, PODE NÃO SER COMPAGINADA COM A REALIDADE.IMAGENS RETIRADAS DO GOOGLE.AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-79865083472864589972008-06-01T18:52:00.007+01:002008-06-13T12:05:38.657+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdTnvBsjmhtYeHxW99tQFNNRgNxYxeNshaj7vbnSevsEQ9AEPzJnyGvqpUkcK5M1q1eWRQF-17cYcHF2q3z78a8UDFffiT0TP1WjZd6i6MPeg5iGzIFZ8ktaHGWqhLsWzqQ/s1600-h/150px-Casa_de_Bragan%C3%A7a.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdTnvBsjmhtYeHxW99tQFNNRgNxYxeNshaj7vbnSevsEQ9AEPzJnyGvqpUkcK5M1q1eWRQF-17cYcHF2q3z78a8UDFffiT0TP1WjZd6i6MPeg5iGzIFZ8ktaHGWqhLsWzqQ/s400/150px-Casa_de_Bragan%C3%A7a.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206976352213128770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />DIA 7 - JUNHO - 17 HORAS<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >APRESENTAÇÃO DO LIVRO<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">" JULGAMENTO E MORTE DO III DUQUE DE BRAGANÇA"<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >CENTRO CULTURAL DE BRAGANÇA</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br />15 DE AGOSTO<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >REPRESENTAÇÃO DA </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" > PEÇA</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />NO<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">CASTELO DE BRAGANÇA</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-68593810316113270272008-05-04T11:44:00.007+01:002008-05-07T10:30:42.913+01:00A AVIDEZ DO TEMPO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOtMlpyte7nkGVRgZo9ONX9vPVnIG7JXtgz0Pl4ZfgyG1CMXg8HZLhlYOkADWBK-UIijFFSRU9MvJh3m4ay8-0kOpyQKYHJ_AR8rwWsPnjTsvH52FzugshDMBQ5dIIGetVQ/s1600-h/salvador_dali.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOtMlpyte7nkGVRgZo9ONX9vPVnIG7JXtgz0Pl4ZfgyG1CMXg8HZLhlYOkADWBK-UIijFFSRU9MvJh3m4ay8-0kOpyQKYHJ_AR8rwWsPnjTsvH52FzugshDMBQ5dIIGetVQ/s400/salvador_dali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196482364194196658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Refreio o corcel.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">O galope</span><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />O dardo.<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">A lança certeira e</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> trémula</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />sibilando em esfinges do Tempo.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Urge </span><span style="font-size:180%;">a plenitude.<br /><br />E o instante.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-75866431386378935482008-05-01T10:38:00.005+01:002008-05-01T11:04:41.403+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWs8cskMWoXW0R6RoGDUi4Hc34E9R3dfBt8Rt7tUyHJggnRqj0K7jZYkLfiipR3mVQNsuzEW408dS4hEiVBceh8hQ8_uPtXvNyQ1iXtgGDsZZEMM5od9gvY7yopeAEGjSo-w/s1600-h/Liberdade.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWs8cskMWoXW0R6RoGDUi4Hc34E9R3dfBt8Rt7tUyHJggnRqj0K7jZYkLfiipR3mVQNsuzEW408dS4hEiVBceh8hQ8_uPtXvNyQ1iXtgGDsZZEMM5od9gvY7yopeAEGjSo-w/s400/Liberdade.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195345563660356754" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Charlemagne;"><span style="font-size:180%;">LIBERDADE</span></span></i><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-family:Charlemagne;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">Há uma palavra <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">cem mil vezes proibida <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">e outras tantas murmurada<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">que grita inteira no meu peito.</i></b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">Há uma palavra <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">cem mil vezes proibida<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">que foi já partida e terra de chegada<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">e desfolho em meus dedos com certo jeito.</i></b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">Palavra <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">cem mil vezes perdida <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">cem mil vezes achada.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">Cem mil vezes repetida<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">e outras tantas desejada.</i></b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">Por ela Abril floriu<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">naquela longa madrugada.</i></b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">E se entre medos <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">ódios e opressões <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">eu não mais puder resistir</i></b></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">hei-de gritar a palavra Liberdade</i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">quanto meu pensamento <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style="">ou raiva o permitir.</i></b></span></p><br /><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></b></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size:14;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >António Afonso</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size:14;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size:14;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size:14;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size:14;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></b></p>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-46261351444887391762008-04-17T11:49:00.004+01:002008-04-17T12:24:01.478+01:00VOO<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFmtFES2Ue7z3KCb5-X_vhPO_Rd_by44XZzNvAesLCn0Cra2NUTW3LDasj8uQbk1mxBqumOFppiC2adedkjlJaraT1dJoP1UvyvWW1oHYXIV25rbQ-XS1kRKPul0DtLoiwQ/s1600-h/vitoria2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFmtFES2Ue7z3KCb5-X_vhPO_Rd_by44XZzNvAesLCn0Cra2NUTW3LDasj8uQbk1mxBqumOFppiC2adedkjlJaraT1dJoP1UvyvWW1oHYXIV25rbQ-XS1kRKPul0DtLoiwQ/s400/vitoria2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190165040511940018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> E lívidas</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> abres</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> as tuas asas</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />como se o tempo e o vento </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mergulhasse em mim ao compasso da brisa.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Voos</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> que se cruzam </span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> sobre a distância</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">na serena quietude da memória de ti.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E em vertiginosa lentidão</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />percorro</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">ébrio</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">os instantes de silêncio<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">se adormeço dentro desse sonho </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">de te ver um dia chegar</span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">vestida de longe e ternura.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-38717456268301524342008-02-08T16:59:00.001+00:002008-02-12T09:55:11.614+00:00O SUL DA MEMÓRIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuFJ9i_LiWcmsnSkEDUJ0xPu37my9drb_xZctcC-wQsWgx84sM6RFa0KN5Ehf4BWRnWs7RXOLQQNXnipXbl2DcScVXM2JtMMHMuEDUE_XaWS4MrMICz7ZJ7H0m261ObQ18A/s1600-h/p9ynp%C3%A798+p8o.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuFJ9i_LiWcmsnSkEDUJ0xPu37my9drb_xZctcC-wQsWgx84sM6RFa0KN5Ehf4BWRnWs7RXOLQQNXnipXbl2DcScVXM2JtMMHMuEDUE_XaWS4MrMICz7ZJ7H0m261ObQ18A/s400/p9ynp%C3%A798+p8o.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166030007979828818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R6yTsjS5cbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uA6s5CMjspA/s1600-h/76g64b7%27%2B.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R6yTsjS5cbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uA6s5CMjspA/s400/76g64b7%27%2B.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164665266285146546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Esse dom de surgires dentre a fria palidez da tarde, transforma-te num </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">soluço</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> submerso, entre a água e o brilho do sol, onde aguardo o milagre irrepetível da tua essência.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">E assim, como testemunha silenciosa do Tempo, teimando em não me abandonar nas horas onde permanecem os clarões do vento, surges desse labirinto onde te encontras, como catedral de ébrio</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> e fugaz</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> desejo</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">És o Sul da minha memória, e a semente perdida dos oásis, onde bebo melodias intactas dos pinhais de luz.</span><br /></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-60626516099526743802008-01-31T15:49:00.001+00:002008-02-08T18:07:01.972+00:00DIVINDADE SUBMERSA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbp3n5l9PJu4X7XhlFusxWkjSbFALOALRW6tdGTDpd67-MywUu6Z7WvR_udcvsnLo0LI1RNOskaJIJVK1RPiS_1LW5wq8b2ud-TKtvAQh5cYhhtFy0mIQ0RlZl0PI0kNkARA/s1600-h/8++tu+8opopmp.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbp3n5l9PJu4X7XhlFusxWkjSbFALOALRW6tdGTDpd67-MywUu6Z7WvR_udcvsnLo0LI1RNOskaJIJVK1RPiS_1LW5wq8b2ud-TKtvAQh5cYhhtFy0mIQ0RlZl0PI0kNkARA/s400/8++tu+8opopmp.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161696477515968930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Com teu halo de </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">deusa </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">etérea e gravitando no estilhaço das palavras que misturas até à transparência, habitas todos os universos que invento dentro de mim.<br /><br />E voo com as minhas asas brancas na esperança de te sentir chegar diáfana e divina.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Como se mergulhasses na essência do meu finito ser, submerges na insuportável dor do meu silêncio inerte, onde me extingo nas fontes inaudíveis das magnólias de luz. </span> </span><br /></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-19198326780306836302008-01-19T10:44:00.001+00:002008-01-20T15:50:50.908+00:00RIO DA MEMÓRIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCOS-S9MRY8CLZcBbhbOoTJZZ2NnQJNug3DbhcyXnCzzj3SJ2l7kBTzWhYyzGnPMC8GnKwtTwbRYG5ovlYRM2wAISvpWKKH2fgmc3VCRpOFZVTI0T2rH0eEVHnTtVEh4fCQ/s1600-h/uylfltuigyt.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCOS-S9MRY8CLZcBbhbOoTJZZ2NnQJNug3DbhcyXnCzzj3SJ2l7kBTzWhYyzGnPMC8GnKwtTwbRYG5ovlYRM2wAISvpWKKH2fgmc3VCRpOFZVTI0T2rH0eEVHnTtVEh4fCQ/s400/uylfltuigyt.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157586723688828082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R5HfxZO-TJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/B5jlR8uZhUI/s1600-h/uylfltuigyt.GIF"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157149087996202130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R5HfxZO-TJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/B5jlR8uZhUI/s400/uylfltuigyt.GIF" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Essa água inevitável que </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">em </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">densos</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> sulcos</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> se funde em ti</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">, faz parte de mim</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> como rio da memória.<br /><br />No entanto, ignoras que gotas ocultas que bebo na distância, são a dor dos abismos que sinto</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">E o cristal vertiginoso onde </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">meu rosto </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">se reflecte no fervor de pranto, é aquela labareda, que jamais se esfumará no ser e no silêncio de mim.</span>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-5677726685595181942008-01-09T12:26:00.001+00:002008-01-13T19:12:01.038+00:00O MÚRMÚRIO DAS AURORAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PH8o3VmOdvR1Cm1KQcVdBFtVPB6VK2R1_NfG1mMqMWNZJSEmA1MtR_ZWjTT3r4pHPz7BiyUd629QoR4nzXcrJ6kHqFibOnllQYA48o5Mo7TAt_diKQfIU05DbHzPKUj7wA/s1600-h/astrologia-horoscopos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PH8o3VmOdvR1Cm1KQcVdBFtVPB6VK2R1_NfG1mMqMWNZJSEmA1MtR_ZWjTT3r4pHPz7BiyUd629QoR4nzXcrJ6kHqFibOnllQYA48o5Mo7TAt_diKQfIU05DbHzPKUj7wA/s400/astrologia-horoscopos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154202912229837954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Chegar ao fundo.<br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Ao fim.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Ao âmago.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> Ao signo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">À síntese.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> À medula.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">À fibra mais secreta.<br /></span><br />Chegar ao limite e tocar no horizonte<br /><br />o ténue tanger de água cristalina<br /><br />detendo-me<br />na transparência do instante.<br /><br /><br />E o azul múltiplo da claridade<br />a precipitar-se ALÉM<br /><br />em forma de MÚSICA e ARCO-ÍRIS<br />até<br />onde existem os murmúrios das auroras.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-29988935969367288532008-01-06T17:00:00.001+00:002008-02-08T18:00:48.980+00:00AZUL DE MIM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4EaPEFTavvF1S0OxCPvLt5AP3Ek7kfbzRbNCFGxYuMpo67wC2S41vIm_jANbQTXZsKBNgyyoo2jB01W8y4SjNQk8utgGHTrTI12ha2G4146c02bRB9PgsenimoTIii1uIQ/s1600-h/mgris_1678181_vacances_aile_Maurice_2004-2005_119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 388px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4EaPEFTavvF1S0OxCPvLt5AP3Ek7kfbzRbNCFGxYuMpo67wC2S41vIm_jANbQTXZsKBNgyyoo2jB01W8y4SjNQk8utgGHTrTI12ha2G4146c02bRB9PgsenimoTIii1uIQ/s400/mgris_1678181_vacances_aile_Maurice_2004-2005_119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153061550440729666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Balancear do meu corpo,</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">como se dançasse na lonjura da manhã.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Corpo oscilante condenado a existir<br />e bebendo a música do silêncio.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Êxtase sobre o Eterno, f</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">azendo parte do Tempo.<br /><br /></span> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">F</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">rágil instante.<br /><br />Entre a bruma</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> e o azul da mim.</span></span><br /></div></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-38437374128916477272008-01-02T23:57:00.002+00:002008-01-04T00:15:16.839+00:00LÁGRIMA DE ORVALHO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVzvY8uNzRlQm__dHeGUYNh1PAIhjLwyccDjNryLpGipjIPdZ1LqB4cq4ycg2E3QVDLFWNSUb_kW96cjNBl3cLbhs58hrK7CHeWU0e13DTl6rJWa2FjDgiHEJA2wer0sitw/s1600-h/916832_a557ec8052_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVzvY8uNzRlQm__dHeGUYNh1PAIhjLwyccDjNryLpGipjIPdZ1LqB4cq4ycg2E3QVDLFWNSUb_kW96cjNBl3cLbhs58hrK7CHeWU0e13DTl6rJWa2FjDgiHEJA2wer0sitw/s400/916832_a557ec8052_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151408288679480354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R3wlXJO-TBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/odaM2ofkxpw/s1600-h/916832_a557ec8052_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R3wlXJO-TBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/odaM2ofkxpw/s400/916832_a557ec8052_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151033153350945810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Eis a aura da noite que se anuncia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">sem estrelas.</span><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br />Farol </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">que cintila na noite</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">e ninguém vê !</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">E nada mais brilha no Universo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">onde entranço o meu voo.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"></span><br /></span></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-83857144998600629952007-12-29T19:44:00.001+00:002007-12-30T12:32:09.235+00:00A CHAMA RENOVADA<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKaCcUXUHL_d_NPFxEx7vAB3LPqfmKQohtqednALzkbFxjhm5zsE6Zy5lohlKkv8KkjPGDkiJ9vVFvFodFs3f063JpM7qjL_HFiezEumaR4wDKgeemxWy0qgUdKXNk0Cuew/s1600-h/vela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149484164805708802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKaCcUXUHL_d_NPFxEx7vAB3LPqfmKQohtqednALzkbFxjhm5zsE6Zy5lohlKkv8KkjPGDkiJ9vVFvFodFs3f063JpM7qjL_HFiezEumaR4wDKgeemxWy0qgUdKXNk0Cuew/s400/vela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Um Tempo</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> que se renova.<br /><br />Ali.<br /><br />Além.<br /><br />Em toda a parte.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Só este corpo de embriaguez<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">sombra</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> e vertigem</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">é a pétala </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">entre a sílaba e a dor<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">interrompendo o voo<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">onde o Tempo teima em extinguir-se.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Transparência </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">das palavras</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> amanhecidas<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">há quantos séculos</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> guardadas.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /></span>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-1831793911241250132007-12-26T11:07:00.003+00:002007-12-27T19:38:41.338+00:00PÉTALAS DE MÚSICA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbhRiAi9QOZqToVZzWerXsRpOnAkWL-KfVhWjCpEv9VUdhV2VQ2LgoVxgnfOAgE83U3AaenmgOZ0pkARbRC7zkrjoU9pnWgg8Ao_gg3XXXoJmIRKU0LxV4e76ngjHIB6icw/s1600-h/piano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbhRiAi9QOZqToVZzWerXsRpOnAkWL-KfVhWjCpEv9VUdhV2VQ2LgoVxgnfOAgE83U3AaenmgOZ0pkARbRC7zkrjoU9pnWgg8Ao_gg3XXXoJmIRKU0LxV4e76ngjHIB6icw/s400/piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148680396036000738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R3JFEpO-S7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/udIC7o0Oj0U/s1600-h/piano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R3JFEpO-S7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/udIC7o0Oj0U/s400/piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148253270128348082" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Desfolhar o Tempo.<br /><br />Como pétalas.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Como árias iluminando </span><span style="font-style: italic;">o </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">poema.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Como </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">uma canção </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">entre a bruma e a distância.<br /></span></span><br /><br /></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-56280300724476091692007-12-23T11:17:00.002+00:002008-01-13T19:14:26.606+00:00NOITE MÍSTICA E UNIVERSAL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIoQSuJaSpTTxvXt-sUCutGzJyOvxDzPKEL_r4WZgV13dnaldd-1_9xI4MDsalFCMsrxYFcy7RCd6vcA2l5vUO0Jt5G-pr0NBFyP0SvmAznw6pYqKseYigfb_nteYyaoUhQ/s1600-h/i875vfc35v98by'.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 362px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIoQSuJaSpTTxvXt-sUCutGzJyOvxDzPKEL_r4WZgV13dnaldd-1_9xI4MDsalFCMsrxYFcy7RCd6vcA2l5vUO0Jt5G-pr0NBFyP0SvmAznw6pYqKseYigfb_nteYyaoUhQ/s400/i875vfc35v98by'.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147498502640520082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" >*</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" ><br />* * * *<br /><br /><span>** </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">FELIZ NATAL</span><span>**</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span>* * *</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span>*</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-64368992599758289592007-12-18T16:19:00.001+00:002007-12-24T10:57:43.850+00:00TEMPO SEM TEMPO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGzJFZpDmXnK3NQvrg04neuluowwI8zrFxBNHXgh0C7A03MlnQqD1qxGwPx_ed9Mz91X9DQi5se31SOvD4DGN-9hg9X6RraqJXZ2LxYunDCP1DtOsLF3I2HZpZsr06vQRog/s1600-h/tr,6,tr,rt7,rt7,t.GIF"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146028219370982178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGzJFZpDmXnK3NQvrg04neuluowwI8zrFxBNHXgh0C7A03MlnQqD1qxGwPx_ed9Mz91X9DQi5se31SOvD4DGN-9hg9X6RraqJXZ2LxYunDCP1DtOsLF3I2HZpZsr06vQRog/s400/tr,6,tr,rt7,rt7,t.GIF" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;">Tempo sem Tempo !<br /><br />Vindo<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"><br />da mais longínqua memória da noite</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;">...<br /><br />E no entanto<br /><br />ela dá mais calor ao Universo.</span><br /><br /></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-32776240783045190982007-12-13T00:57:00.002+00:002008-01-09T09:38:10.438+00:00OS DONS DAS FORMAS ETÉREAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGLIh1L4itS0V0rlOP_7r18oybCgWXsZn-T1Wy_ftKjfLusO4147CNpjBLODyFWUXDuGy7diHNF89h_iDk_FJix3goKQuHNRQJSCMM-cgTZHU6LGJ1tVbrSwzHJgKBK_amQ/s1600-h/097bo8yrtc+76ri.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 505px; height: 482px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGLIh1L4itS0V0rlOP_7r18oybCgWXsZn-T1Wy_ftKjfLusO4147CNpjBLODyFWUXDuGy7diHNF89h_iDk_FJix3goKQuHNRQJSCMM-cgTZHU6LGJ1tVbrSwzHJgKBK_amQ/s400/097bo8yrtc+76ri.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146027287363078930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" >Nas tuas mãos, está ainda a chave que desliza no sonho onde respiro oásis do poema.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" >O que permanece depois do interminável espanto, são as tuas asas, de estrela candente.<br /><br />E a única fronteira entre mim e as bétulas incandescentes, é esta brisa, que sussurra teu nome de </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" >desejo e </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" >âmbar.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-50126937979148906172007-12-03T01:02:00.002+00:002008-01-09T10:35:33.323+00:00SER ONÍRICO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSnVCzfUtIsHYFJDVKeZdRfYU77Oz5jJJJXUOQK6cUcI2cVHzqpif-ddNM6RMQPTPqZpqakbOGxh7T0n-Kc5zcZfaERfcyjoZX108MH2Uj1sdtaGVFmrrgsT0Rm3vuple40Q/s1600-h/After+Eros+Maureen+Fleming.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSnVCzfUtIsHYFJDVKeZdRfYU77Oz5jJJJXUOQK6cUcI2cVHzqpif-ddNM6RMQPTPqZpqakbOGxh7T0n-Kc5zcZfaERfcyjoZX108MH2Uj1sdtaGVFmrrgsT0Rm3vuple40Q/s400/After+Eros+Maureen+Fleming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143262043886390514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R1NWoyiZDNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xgv-xglBPNY/s1600-R/After+Eros+Maureen+Fleming.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/R1NWoyiZDNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9MbvwcqE-Qo/s400/After+Eros+Maureen+Fleming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139546858520644818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Este enigma<br />que em mim habita<br />de asas feitas de ânsia e sonho<br /><br />imagens velozes<br />e vertigens de oiro e sede<br /><br />feito de palavras recolhidas nas estrelas<br />ou no silêncio de bruma<br /><br />é a mais límpida claridade<br />de mim.<br /><br />É a vibração alucinada da brisa<br />que traz o teu nome<br />em cada vigília submersa no Tempo.<br /><br />Se eras a porta entreaberta do paraíso<br /><br />perdi-te<br /><br />na fronteira do que existe para além da realidade<br /><br />de cada dor metafísica.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-87624723131635317162007-10-26T11:31:00.001+01:002007-12-21T00:46:40.410+00:00DOR METAFÍSICA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQN5Z_V5a073phYnMISZCCGl8X1A-OVndGFVnhvyeLztW7HqmiGagR2mdHc5xDxD4mwpvqgOxVVejZ4WDXud0hKbMYfnv37p4y0mQIv9P0xiB1s0M9COmSZqhY19BbOR7iQ/s1600-h/noite+escura.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQN5Z_V5a073phYnMISZCCGl8X1A-OVndGFVnhvyeLztW7HqmiGagR2mdHc5xDxD4mwpvqgOxVVejZ4WDXud0hKbMYfnv37p4y0mQIv9P0xiB1s0M9COmSZqhY19BbOR7iQ/s400/noite+escura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146043264641420114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;">Múltipla neblina de silêncio</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"><br />a transbordar sob a pele inerte...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"><br />Janela da alma,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"><br />brisa,</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"><br />que se alonga em crepúsculos de nostalgia.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;">Transparência </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"><br />atada a um inexprimível desejo.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Galeão sulcando marés.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Cicatriz </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;">de bosques perdidos<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;">decomposta na dor</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;">que em vão invento...</span></span><br /></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-12433445206924113762007-10-22T17:52:00.002+01:002007-12-18T17:43:26.530+00:00ALQUIMIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzGtAJheJzOm4gtogi-bn8SK6K47aFPb1_KTbHb8m2vgJqOYluHMm1oQaB7qbzGOJoQeTIUObXNzCOniovkp1-JqdTlnkuW_MHkQBlOIrE_lduYZbUMxXZryt5QSP1k__WQ/s1600-h/luz+alquimica.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzGtAJheJzOm4gtogi-bn8SK6K47aFPb1_KTbHb8m2vgJqOYluHMm1oQaB7qbzGOJoQeTIUObXNzCOniovkp1-JqdTlnkuW_MHkQBlOIrE_lduYZbUMxXZryt5QSP1k__WQ/s400/luz+alquimica.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124810449315954434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/RxzWPYSv_vI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jesugFy7eLg/s1600-h/luz+alquimica.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/RxzWPYSv_vI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jesugFy7eLg/s400/luz+alquimica.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124206035748257522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Seguras nas mãos</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > ainda</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >a luz<br />que o poema incendiou na noite.<br /><br />E baila-te no sorriso o raio de luar<br />que o silêncio<br />perpetuou no duplo horizonte<br />da música silente das palavras.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Foste<br />o Outono enluarado<br />eternizado sobre a alquimia das águas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />E foste<br />a serena faúlha dos sentidos<br />de todos os amanheceres de uma memória sem Tempo.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-40947851725333086622007-10-15T12:37:00.000+01:002007-10-22T18:13:03.365+01:00EXTÂSE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9KKq5rDjHaVJ5giIpZ_1XeHu1Lt7pXkv6EDLA02XJ1Wm8Gj5VSKZUHXz-xsIQ8AKBZRO50oIQVuZNBTLe4Ut3QnmGZgRR1o4XTLwBOoiiNiYPzn6YCmZtOfbIul8pHSkaA/s1600-h/m20030605-vulcao.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9KKq5rDjHaVJ5giIpZ_1XeHu1Lt7pXkv6EDLA02XJ1Wm8Gj5VSKZUHXz-xsIQ8AKBZRO50oIQVuZNBTLe4Ut3QnmGZgRR1o4XTLwBOoiiNiYPzn6YCmZtOfbIul8pHSkaA/s400/m20030605-vulcao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121608924858941154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:6;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Como árvore incendiada<br />que nunca arde<br /><br />só restam as ressonâncias vivas<br />de corcéis fugazes de Outono<br /><br />como se fossem<br />arados de água do meu húmido olhar.<br /><br />Erupção<br />de vulcão dormente<br />ante rios soltos<br /><br />percorrendo séculos de silêncio<br />e<br />vestindo todos os Arco-Íris<br />da noite errante de onde surgiste.<br /><br />Em mim<br />deixas agora esta vazia lonjura azul<br />e<br />os eternos extâses de um desassossego sem Tempo.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span></div></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-3377498055685792972007-10-14T10:48:00.000+01:002007-10-14T12:17:27.924+01:00DESTINO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibuGikbx_y4TI9xj-VzdOZOCyzL1TQ0dzuI-ZJkSDEsU6MycBHlN6rLdn3np9wHiMOnJ0E7JA9YZSIsFnU4V9YfvXzGStMOKU6YfYNuAbMME9yJD-b8b6Yr8iQlz7mQ2ZmiQ/s1600-h/gifa006Rt.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibuGikbx_y4TI9xj-VzdOZOCyzL1TQ0dzuI-ZJkSDEsU6MycBHlN6rLdn3np9wHiMOnJ0E7JA9YZSIsFnU4V9YfvXzGStMOKU6YfYNuAbMME9yJD-b8b6Yr8iQlz7mQ2ZmiQ/s400/gifa006Rt.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121133235756072546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Destino irreversível.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">É esta luz vazia e inquebrantável</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br />que só os sóis tecem<br />no claro-escuro</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">das madrugadas.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /><br />E todos os leitos ávidos da memória<br />sulcam artérias </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">da minha existência.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Também a dança ausente do vento </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br />é um pássaro vestido de cisne</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">branco<br />que voa na esperança </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">e nas palavras que invento.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /><br />E a única coisa que entendo</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br />é<br />este enorme grito de silêncio</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br />que no corpo ressoa e se expande </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><br /><br />no esquecimento de mim.</span></span><br /></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-32899269139376362662007-10-09T17:48:00.000+01:002007-10-15T12:13:43.124+01:00BAILADO DE MIM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFWLtTuGkgXBjgWKqlhjJs5jArY39wWwLdPY81c3jkDfNKJF_Hm0Z2_ftWQLQvZf7pN6j6E2bGQsyCYjNrF7mnKu0ZQAS0Yslm4IMTZTmlZTGl8gshszNlBb80T1EdLYx7w/s1600-h/rtl6tdp%C3%A77yg%C3%A7ly7.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFWLtTuGkgXBjgWKqlhjJs5jArY39wWwLdPY81c3jkDfNKJF_Hm0Z2_ftWQLQvZf7pN6j6E2bGQsyCYjNrF7mnKu0ZQAS0Yslm4IMTZTmlZTGl8gshszNlBb80T1EdLYx7w/s400/rtl6tdp%C3%A77yg%C3%A7ly7.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121147842939846338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Éter<br />névoa ou asa errante.<br /><br />Poema que se não diz...<br /><br />Angústia que perdura<br />na inquietação do amanhecer.<br /><br />Voo<br />torso<br />cantar ou volátil melodia<br />que tece e embala a branca asa do silêncio...<br /><br />Fragmento.<br /><br />Pele.<br /><br />Fugaz poesia<br />que se dissolve e em mim baila<br /><br />eterna e pura ...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /></span></span></div></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-14149268924239858992007-10-09T17:19:00.001+01:002007-10-22T18:14:30.809+01:00ESSA LUZ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUoWWSnPrpn6e3NngiGSh9gM8-VDy9CFIk6ITi4g7vm0WTgmnlMgfpk3VrZnP2AqtIQBC33jpSdSoJc3mpYa3ENh2bLMx8ryImt7wo-uUjhTWNzkqD1k7j1-Epj1pN6bFlA/s1600-h/lofyi.tytx.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUoWWSnPrpn6e3NngiGSh9gM8-VDy9CFIk6ITi4g7vm0WTgmnlMgfpk3VrZnP2AqtIQBC33jpSdSoJc3mpYa3ENh2bLMx8ryImt7wo-uUjhTWNzkqD1k7j1-Epj1pN6bFlA/s400/lofyi.tytx.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119378144615202290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >As palavras que as mãos tecem</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >embriagadas de abandono e amanhecer</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >foram morrendo.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >E dentro dessa luz</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" > meu corpo reconhece a distância</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >entre o desejo e o volátil abraço</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >da minha dor fugidia.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >Resisto assim à luz,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >à respiração alada, e ao cansaço</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >de te procurar nessa lonjura das madrugadas.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >Onde permaneces</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >pintando crepúsculos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >de rosa e sonho ...</span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-8368572283715872522007-09-22T19:45:00.000+01:002007-10-14T12:21:48.451+01:00QUASE NADA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGT4s86gO-cHkH95FkqHX6tFGkZilEn7C9TZYGJt-x5lp-Simvj7-VAC-E9fgzP4xdrhmv7IBw7hFMEVG15cWEwjhBi9hZ7MIBl20njmNmNHEaQbS9X6TW4C2YGrNgjH8pA/s1600-h/ov8toiypa7+f0.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGT4s86gO-cHkH95FkqHX6tFGkZilEn7C9TZYGJt-x5lp-Simvj7-VAC-E9fgzP4xdrhmv7IBw7hFMEVG15cWEwjhBi9hZ7MIBl20njmNmNHEaQbS9X6TW4C2YGrNgjH8pA/s400/ov8toiypa7+f0.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113328438454534482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Já só resta o encantamento de ti. </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />E como um deus,</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><br />escondo-me na vã folhagem de todas as mortes sem abrigo.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Ficaram pelo caminho a agonia esquecida<br />e os ícones de luz </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">de todas as ausências.</span></span><br /></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-4535906264393013292007-03-21T21:42:00.000+00:002007-03-24T09:33:10.496+00:00DIA DA POESIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrrkvIj1hq_kN6HcMn98V73laoT2_8u-mZMsxEt4XXMJbtKQKHqePUQIKW4uADkubdOf_X16rz2QqSTVRpGEuF8UvPj7_E1vMIWoP5YX1QVa8Q3dUyNag9YU44VmshLpAMA/s1600-h/kdr5lr568%C3%A7r6ks.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrrkvIj1hq_kN6HcMn98V73laoT2_8u-mZMsxEt4XXMJbtKQKHqePUQIKW4uADkubdOf_X16rz2QqSTVRpGEuF8UvPj7_E1vMIWoP5YX1QVa8Q3dUyNag9YU44VmshLpAMA/s400/kdr5lr568%C3%A7r6ks.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045421665067045538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/RgGo58hhkpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9Wx73gaWJQw/s1600-h/violino.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DQGrIbAX9vc/RgGo58hhkpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9Wx73gaWJQw/s400/violino.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044498771084415634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" >Porque hoje<br />todas as sílabas pronunciam<br />a palavra Amor...!<br /><br />E porque hoje e sempre<br />passa o vento e pronuncia o teu nome<br />de febre e sol ...<br /><br />sinto teu corpo de mel<br />colhido em cada alvorecer da memória...<br /><br /><br />Ascendo<br />assim à condição de divindade<br />que nasce em cada grito<br />que<br />deixo no vento...!<br /><br />Porque só tu<br />plantas em mim coroas eternas de amor<br />em<br />trilhos de pétalas e desejo...<br /><br />Amo-te !<br /><br />Oh miragem dos crepúsculos do extâse... !</span><br /></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392275.post-34189185995630718932007-03-08T15:24:00.000+00:002007-10-11T09:42:49.367+01:00DIA INTERNACIONAL DA MULHER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzduw3WBGEaE4s_g3I4X9lp1fA-Uum7cgvBB_eBdv7EWv5kJS2omrTTS6Ybh1FKkPNc_tizIFLg4IEkF_hk0JJIAexaA94Oia5vkSr9b-EQz4GLcuhPURzSxnT6bDjW0NEoQ/s1600-h/cfy,8ftc6,l9g7,k.GIF"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzduw3WBGEaE4s_g3I4X9lp1fA-Uum7cgvBB_eBdv7EWv5kJS2omrTTS6Ybh1FKkPNc_tizIFLg4IEkF_hk0JJIAexaA94Oia5vkSr9b-EQz4GLcuhPURzSxnT6bDjW0NEoQ/s400/cfy,8ftc6,l9g7,k.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039576277431218386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh Deusas de todas as claridades !<br /><br />Para vós a mais bela de todas as flores ...</span></div>AQUENATÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15070446200160411694noreply@blogger.com2