tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65058632856423478992024-03-05T04:15:09.772+00:00Linhas PerdidasR.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-31612755559542862902013-02-18T19:57:00.004+00:002013-02-18T21:56:39.683+00:00Nova morada...<br />
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</span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Para além da curva da estrada </span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Talvez haja um poço, e talvez um castelo, </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">E talvez apenas a continuação da estrada. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Não sei nem pergunto. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Enquanto vou na estrada antes da curva </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Só olho para a estrada antes da curva, </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Porque não posso ver senão a estrada antes da curva. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">De nada me serviria estar olhando para outro lado </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">E para aquilo que não vejo. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Importemo-nos apenas com o lugar onde estamos. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Há beleza bastante em estar aqui e não noutra parte qualquer. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Se há alguém para além da curva da estrada, </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Esses que se preocupem com o que há para além da curva da estrada. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Essa é que é a estrada para eles. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Se nós tivermos que chegar lá, quando lá chegarmos saberemos. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Por ora só sabemos que lá não estamos. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Aqui há só a estrada antes da curva, e antes da curva </span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Há a estrada sem curva nenhuma. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span>
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Alberto Caeiro</span></span></span><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p></div></div></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-398169964534740102011-10-07T20:00:00.000+01:002011-10-28T18:42:09.836+01:003 anos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5Z41dT4tWxG0e5chRyA4CbrKbUPc56qv2_ImhyphenhyphenJ24h7WGpnGP_1TWL39dXW1TYMRJcfzf6of7dyoyZDX2VaGL8e0i3ZVufu0jJL03a3E6xgZbgXTWCEDOCkoSF5qIpqptkOEFyqZ9Vo/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5Z41dT4tWxG0e5chRyA4CbrKbUPc56qv2_ImhyphenhyphenJ24h7WGpnGP_1TWL39dXW1TYMRJcfzf6of7dyoyZDX2VaGL8e0i3ZVufu0jJL03a3E6xgZbgXTWCEDOCkoSF5qIpqptkOEFyqZ9Vo/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668309029507454514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: right;">Foto by: R.G.</div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">SIM,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> já passaram...
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<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Se soubesse que amanhã morria </span></p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><p>
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E a primavera era depois de amanhã, </span></p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><p>
Morreria contente, porque ela era depois de amanhã. </p><p>
Se esse é o seu tempo, quando havia ela de vir senão no seu tempo?</p><p>
Gosto de tudo que seja real e que tudo esteja certo; </p><p>
E gosto porque assim seria, mesmo que eu não gostasse.</p><p>
Por isso, se morrer agora, morro contente, </p><p>
Porque tudo é real e tudo está certo.</p><p>
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</span>um ano </p><p>
dois anos</p><p>
três anos</p><p>
o tempo passa </p><p>
e a memória permanece </p><p>
quatro anos </p><p>
cinco anos </p><p>
o tempo passa </p><p>
e a dor não se esquece... </p><p> </p>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-56390088374354747342011-02-13T22:11:00.015+00:002011-02-13T22:37:03.853+00:00Poucas Palavras...<div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Foi um dia, e outro dia, e outro ainda.</span> </div>
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<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">o livro aberto.</span> </div>
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<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">E algumas palavras. Poucas, </span></div>
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<div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">ditas como por acaso.</span> </div>
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<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></strong></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-21938029696171649622010-07-07T23:18:00.002+01:002010-11-22T21:51:10.485+00:0020 anos...<p>
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<p>Faz hoje 20 anos que desapareceu Agenor de Miranda Araújo Neto</p><p>o grande <span style="font-size:180%;">CAZUZA</span> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">"o poeta está vivo</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">com seus moinhos de vento</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">a impulsionar</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">a grande roda da história"</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Frejat</span></p><p></p>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-20901567321960060942010-07-06T23:53:00.000+01:002010-07-13T23:52:39.855+01:00História do Senhor Mar<div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491303004597439938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaex9gmO9UNn6lmg-BFHOjTcXJtMyPSmI86115a7NFHrr9JODsaItLOOXAAi-A5D8RwAiaBfNiCf1_9ne_cpO-yrtbJRhyztRt426Z29fsU-OHBJAZ-0mxumi951NVwaTpJ9TIfjM-wK4/s320/DSC02512.JPG" /><span style="font-size:78%;"> Foto by: R.G.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="center">
Deixa contar... </div><div align="center">
Era uma vez</div><div align="center">
O senhor Mar </div><div align="center">
Com uma onda...</div><div align="center">
Com muita onda... </div><div align="left"></div><div align="right">
<span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span>
</div><div align="center">E depois? </div><div align="center">
E depois</div><div align="center">
Ondinha vai...</div><div align="center">
Ondinha vem... </div><div align="center">
Ondinha vai...</div><div align="center">
Ondinha vem...</div><div align="center">
E depois...</div><div align="right">
<span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.
</div></span><div align="center">A menina adormeceu </div><div align="center">
Nos braços da sua Mãe...</div><div align="right">
<span style="font-size:78%;">Matilde Rosa Araújo
</span></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-54756286387220764022010-04-08T12:29:00.000+01:002010-04-19T19:07:24.691+01:00Sonhos interrompidos<div align="left"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449370765844649410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-gpubrYgDeulBaFEkdHJ-CEC-MGCiY2JPBvFKxjNPwagE40Sb3VG__uB9ZWQIZiq0BlNLNkdAzq815VT7vJTixcrRgSgbbEIxV_vchHJGVS9Y9KB2F-KbY4gnDnJUCNWYIG_u_mOmV8/s320/DSCN6393.JPG" />
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu sou...</span></div>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o silêncio que dança </div>
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entre palavras por dizer.
</div><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p>
</p><div align="left">Eu sou...
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<div align="left">a espera angustiada
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<div align="left">a lágrima perdida
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<div align="center">o silêncio partilhado
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<div align="center">num vendaval de emoções
</div><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></p><p>
</p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">Eu sou...</span>
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">feita de sonhos</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">interrompidos....</span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="center">
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<p align="center"><strong>Eu hoje tive um pesadelo e levantei atento, a tempo</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>Eu acordei com medo e procurei no escuro</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>Alguém com seu carinho e lembrei de um tempo</strong></p>
<p align="center"><em>Porque o passado me traz uma lembrança</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Do tempo que eu era criança</em></p>
<p align="center">E o medo era motivo de choro</p>
<p align="center">Desculpa pra um abraço ou um consolo</p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Hoje eu acordei com medo mas não chorei</span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nem reclamei abrigo</span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Do escuro eu via um infinito sem presente</span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Passado ou futuro</span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Senti um abraço forte, já não era medo</span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Era uma coisa sua que ficou em mim, que não tem fim</span></p>
<p align="center"><strong>De repente a gente vê que perdeu</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>Ou está perdendo alguma coisa</strong></p>
<p align="center">Morna e <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ingénua</span></p>
<p align="center">Que vai ficando no caminho</p>
<p align="center">Que é escuro e frio mas também bonito</p>
<p align="center">Porque é iluminado</p>
<p align="center">Pela beleza do que aconteceu</p>
<p align="center">Há minutos atrás</p><p align="center"></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cazuza</span></p>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-66300253089510723032010-02-24T22:41:00.018+00:002010-02-24T23:12:52.959+00:00Eu só quero...<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eu só quero silêncio neste porto </span><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441947580578960834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEielh1tSraiswwqfifh8jSuXt7hUwRUsl_Mq1qZTSLj4Ht8FBsZU-00XYY4s53H9Rxh6SA6NH-Jhypi2BOMAOxf7LSvU2M4stDy6GzHoCipKY1o1tqvaV9rrbfnj0SAOcRi_00eIzt-7RQ/s200/IMG_3335.JPG" /></div><div align="left">
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Do mar vermelho, do mar morto </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="left">
</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Perdida, baloiçar</span> </div><div align="left">
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No ritmo das águas cheias </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="left">
</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero ficar sozinha neste espanto</span></div><div align="left">
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dum tempo que perdeu a sua forma</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">
</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quero ficar sozinha nesta tarde</span></div><div align="left">
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Em que as árvores verdes me abandonam.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div align="left">
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</div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></span></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-11681831754700831172010-01-28T21:52:00.011+00:002010-01-28T22:16:42.372+00:00QUERO...<img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431915368196788770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYcRahSu0OkrvhQeEhaXusZht8D7Tpb7LnC6JCz1akXTVhKVv2v3V-A7nAHD5ozA2vLHw45xi6tV7jJHWOHCMPC_vfA1TCTOnvFb6-5mpj5j0z6OYZc7YZUquOXafil_ALMDX2kEl0KkI/s200/Ocean%C3%A1rio_153.JPG" />
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Quero...</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">esquecer a dor</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Quero...</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">continuar a sonhar</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Quero...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">jamais perder a esperança</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Quero...</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Quero...</span> Quero...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by:R.G.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>TODAS AS PALAVRAS...</strong></span></div>
<div></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-21850788278245503982010-01-15T22:16:00.007+00:002010-01-15T22:32:40.352+00:00SOZINHA...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096340248574978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRYbZMIe6y_oOTk6M4sbMj45L39HCPfqIGZVYsb8DT1M3diCXlDrLrJi15c1_vb9rIrwWlV_Q_GdGkYLKOIl3GjakBnzfwpN1HkpHW997a82Ns6Pjro7tAq_qXhZlHcNh5GoW_ClVEL8/s320/20070224_0167.JPG" />
<p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><strong>Espero-te</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Imaginando a cor do teu cheiro...</span></p>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-65186216635545339112010-01-10T23:22:00.002+00:002010-02-24T23:16:29.877+00:00Ilha dos outros<p align="center"><object width="440" height="359"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAFhgZp50a8&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0&border=1&autoplay=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always">
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Quero apenas cinco coisas...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><div align="left">
Primeiro é o amor sem fim</div><div align="left">
A segunda é ver o outono</div><div align="left">
A terceira é o grave inverno</div><div align="left">
Em quarto lugar o verão</div><div align="left">
A quinta coisa são teus olhos</div><div align="left">
Não quero dormir sem teus olhos</div><div align="left">
Não quero ser... sem que me olhes</div><div align="left">
Abro mão da primavera para que
</div><div align="left">continues me olhando.
</div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pablo Neruda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;">PARABÉNS...</span></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-74344296324044430262009-10-07T00:09:00.000+01:002009-10-07T00:09:00.066+01:00Um ano depois...<div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389609865327015266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOqfBdRQ8eO3a-bArvmAOEbUvF_o3O9mhpXTB8DY5oyPDgHs0qj_xtxBVakYY2s2hZD3HRZFoVkVkmpuXO79NLiKVN9lRkDYKZjz8dQrvxLPrSRoHI27crr3pn_4325xEKDbU7rJVu5k/s320/IMG_6232.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span>
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<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Relembro todos os passos...</span></div>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Estilhaços confusos</span></div>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">atingem os meus pensamentos...</span></div>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cicatrizes silenciosas</span></div>
<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ferem-me a alma...</span></div>
<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Choro de tristeza</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Choro de raiva</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Choro de alegria</span></div>
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">CHORO porque não aprendi a usar as <span style="font-size:180%;">PALAVRAS...</span></span></div>
</div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-78832101022374629262009-09-06T19:04:00.000+01:002009-09-06T19:16:09.547+01:00Para Sempre...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378418217984915474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxmYTrQzVNgkML9KOe2h0SQRN1TzaETyn-gQNKc_7wz48RenZdTt8LrwpkFI3uLbrflTFrCoLQX93AP7OcPBKd6jufdeCmv3VA8EVPXabn4IT37MoGNCpR0cMsQJeYMozre-D3BJUAdU/s320/_MG_6133.JPG" /> <p align="center"></p>
<p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Porque curiosamente, onde menos te encontro é onde tu exististe. Desprendeste-te donde estiveste e é em mim que mais me acontece tu estares. Mas nem sempre. Quantos dias se passam sem tu apareceres. E às vezes penso é bom que assim seja para eu aprender a estar só. Mas de outras vezes rompes-me pela vida dentro e eu quase sufoco da tua presença. Ouço-te dizer o meu nome e eu corro ao teu encontro e digo-te vai-te, vai-te embora. Por favor. E eu sinto-me logo tão infeliz. E digo-te não vás. Fica. Para sempre. Há em mim uma luta entre o desejo de que te esqueça e o de endoidecer contigo.</span></div>
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<div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vergilio Ferreira</span> </div></div></div></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-31805380384519775702009-09-01T20:06:00.017+01:002009-09-01T22:40:07.606+01:00Curva no caminho....<div align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376615642779347090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMmN5VQSiZZ-L_Ysnuysx7lRhg_7HcdSoMiU-nHIusbksWmyIu_ASDCZ_bVFzYz3PLP2KA_kHxTX6f6m_pltYeYswc6wvdHgj3HBhTrNJHq3d0iEBsm-NTwQRAdheGjOaIsQMaBfYURs/s320/DSC02024.JPG" />
</div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Foto by: R.G.</span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">De olhar triste e profundo</span> </p><p align="left">
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<span style="font-family:verdana;">escondo a angústia que me consome</span></p><p align="left">
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<span style="font-family:verdana;">este vazio que me enche a alma</span></p><p align="left">
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<span style="font-family:verdana;">esta lágrima que teima em não cair</span></p><p align="left">
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<span style="font-family:verdana;">Olho em frente e...</span> </p><p align="left">
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<span style="font-family:verdana;">é só mais uma <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Curva no Caminho</strong></span></span>
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<div align="right"></div>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-28692569349701129982009-08-20T17:20:00.012+01:002009-08-20T18:05:21.617+01:00GOSTO...<p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372091490219136002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ql39kvXPGiE8zyvzANrj9s0CQNwL0aEjGwIGpVo8vt4Wp7KN0petkMYAG-XpprlTNc0kpa077OvuSKrFA91zCxZFZ26h7g-wLIwUk3hXnsOjpTHNk2pmPHAZsjkzsi4qIwwbUBHsPAs/s320/_MG_6099.JPG" /></p>
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<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">de MúsicA</span> </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">
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<span style="font-size:130%;">de dAnçA</span></div></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">
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<span style="font-size:78%;">de FoToGrAfIa</span></div>
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<div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;">de CaFé</span> </div>
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<strong>de poESia</strong></div>
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<span style="font-size:130%;">de lEr</span></div>
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<span style="font-size:85%;">de escre<strong>VER</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-size:130%;">de PartiR sem HorA nem DesTinO</span></div>
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de floReS</strong></div>
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do MaR</span></div>
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<span style="font-size:85%;">da SerrA</span></div>
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<span style="font-size:78%;">de PalavrAs que são DitaS com um OlhaR</span> </div>
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<span style="font-size:130%;">de um sorriso</span></div>
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<span style="font-size:78%;">GoStO, gOsTo,GOSto...</span>
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>e tu de que GOSTAS?</strong></span></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-16157348851673147612009-07-14T00:01:00.005+01:002009-08-20T17:20:08.041+01:00O doce mistério da vida<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRul4L3vYJA&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cRul4L3vYJA&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505863285642347899.post-54128384637677864812009-07-08T12:55:00.012+01:002009-07-13T17:04:39.396+01:00José Saramago<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KTL94Rl7CI&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-KTL94Rl7CI&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>R.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05278086784861291713noreply@blogger.com2