<?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-8401744</id><updated>2011-11-06T00:00:47.424Z</updated><title type='text'>fado &amp; poesia</title><subtitle type='html'>blog de poesias de fados</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-5162363285503282825</id><published>2011-02-18T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:13:11.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Tentei fugir da mancha mais escura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tentei fugir da mancha mais escura&lt;br /&gt;que existe no teu corpo, e desisti.&lt;br /&gt;Era pior que a morte o que antevi:&lt;br /&gt;era a dor de ficar sem sepultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebi entre os teus flancos a loucura&lt;br /&gt;de não poder viver longe de ti:&lt;br /&gt;és a sombra da casa onde nasci,&lt;br /&gt;és a noite que à noite me procura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só por dentro de ti há corredores&lt;br /&gt;e em quartos interiores o cheiro a fruta&lt;br /&gt;que veste de frescura a escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só por dentro de ti rebentam flores.&lt;br /&gt;Só por dentro de ti a noite escuta&lt;br /&gt;o que me sai, sem voz, do coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;David Mourão-Ferreira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-5162363285503282825?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5162363285503282825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-5705451791753828002</id><published>2010-04-18T23:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:42:16.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa Prometida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brustin.com.br/blog/imagens/Pablo%20Picasso%20-%20Mulher%20Ao%20Espelho%20p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://brustin.com.br/blog/imagens/Pablo%20Picasso%20-%20Mulher%20Ao%20Espelho%20p.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(Pablo Picasso "Mulher ao Espelho" - copiado em: http://www.brustin.com.br/wordpress/tag/mulher-ao-espelho/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há um véu no meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que a brilhar dá que pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Nos mistérios da beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Espelho meu que aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Do que é teu e do que é meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Já não temos a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; A moldura deste espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Espelho feito de oiro velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Tem os traços de uma flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Muitas vezes foi partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Prometido e proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Aos encantos do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Espelho meu diz a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Da idade da saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; À mulher envelhecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Segue em frente na memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Mata a glória dessa história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Da princesa prometida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Aldina Duarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-5705451791753828002?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5705451791753828002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src="http://www.striperonline.com/pictures/reports_2003/full_moon_9_10_03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Foto desconhecida - retirada em http://www.striperonline.com/pictures/reports_2003/full_moon_9_10_03.jpg) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando partiste foram contigo os meus desejos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando partiste foram contigo os meus abraços&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vivo agora a mendigar teus falsos beijos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ouvindo os risos que tu dás aos meus fracassos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando partiste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; nunca supus que à despedida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ia contigo naufragar a minha vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não te posso censurar sei bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;podes dar a quem quiseres teu calor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas se um dia tu ouvires alguém&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;louco por ti chamar amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou eu sou eu sou eu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;que nunca te esqueci&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; e sei amor meu bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que te perdi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando partiste julguei vencer o desespero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando partiste julguei vencer a solidão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;menti menti para não contar o que te quero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas já sem forças o meu pobre coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pus me a chorar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; pus me a gritar que na verdade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;é tão cruel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; a voz amarga da saudade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não te posso censurar sei bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;podes dar a quem quiseres calor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas se um dia tu ouvires alguém&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;louco por ti chamar amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sou eu sou eu sou eu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que nunca te esqueci&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; e sei amor meu bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que te perdi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paco Gonzales &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-1930305354295109248?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1930305354295109248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=1930305354295109248' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/1930305354295109248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/1930305354295109248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/quando-partiste.html' title='Quando partiste'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-111561952562100105</id><published>2005-05-09T07:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:51:03.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>há uma musica do povo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fpessoa.com.ar/imagens/pessoan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(fernando pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há uma musica do Povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem sei dizer se é um Fado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que ouvindo-a há um ritmo novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No ser que tenho guardado… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouvindo-a sou quem seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se desejar fosse ser…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É uma simples melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das que se aprendem a viver…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas é tão consoladora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vaga e triste canção…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a minha alma já não chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem eu tenho coração…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sou uma emoção estrangeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um erro de sonho ido…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canto de qualquer maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E acabo com um sentido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernando pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-111561952562100105?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/111561952562100105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=111561952562100105' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/111561952562100105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/111561952562100105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/05/h-uma-musica-do-povo.html' title='há uma musica do povo'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-111447935424243141</id><published>2005-04-26T01:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T02:42:14.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acetei o testemunho que passou a amiga &lt;a href="http://jardimdinverno.blogs.sapo.pt//" target="_blank"&gt;charlotte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e  ai vai...&lt;br /&gt;Não podendo sair do Fahrenheit 451, que livro quererias ser?&lt;br /&gt;seria um livro aberto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já alguma vez ficaste apanhadinha(o) por um personagem de ficção?&lt;br /&gt;sim, o sete-luas do "memorial do convento" de saramago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual foi o último livro que compraste?&lt;br /&gt;"hei-de amar uma pedra" de a.l.antunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que livros estás a ler?&lt;br /&gt;nenhum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que livros (5) levarias para uma ilha deserta?&lt;br /&gt;"o senhor dos aneis" de tolkien&lt;br /&gt;"austerlitz" de sebald&lt;br /&gt;"o dicionario da lingua portuguesa"&lt;br /&gt;"memoria de elefante"de a.l.antunes&lt;br /&gt;"codigo da vinci" de d.brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem vais passar este testemunho (três pessoas) e porquê?&lt;br /&gt;à &lt;a href="http://thoughtsagainstfeelings.blogspot.com//" target="_blank"&gt;nina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por ser uma pessoa de quem eu quero saber o que lhe interessa...&lt;br /&gt;à &lt;a href="http://capricornioemim.blogs.sapo.pt///" target="_blank"&gt;dulce&lt;/a&gt; porque também me interessa o que ela acha e&lt;br /&gt;à &lt;a href="http://acordomar.blogs.sapo.pt/" target="_blank"&gt;lina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque é uma amiga que gosto imenso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-111447935424243141?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/111447935424243141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=111447935424243141' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/111447935424243141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/111447935424243141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/04/acetei-o-testemunho-que-passou-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-111235458455810153</id><published>2005-04-01T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T12:24:23.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o espaço e o tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="385" src="http://ruiluis68.com.sapo.pt/manuela%20pinheiro%20-%20solidao%20em%20bola%20de%20balao.jpg" width="549" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pintura de manuela pinheiro "solidão em bola de balão")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo com que conto e não dispenso&lt;br /&gt;Não limita o espaço do que sou&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aparente contrasenso&lt;br /&gt;De tanto que te roubo e que te dou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tempo que tenho te convenço&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo os teus limites ultrapasso&lt;br /&gt;Sobras do tempo em que te pertenço&lt;br /&gt;Mas cabes inteirinha no meu espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual de nós dois veio atrasado&lt;br /&gt;Ou qual dessas metades vou roubando&lt;br /&gt;Entraste no meu tempo já fechado&lt;br /&gt;Ganhando o espaço que me vai sobrando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não me firas com o teu grito&lt;br /&gt;O espaço não dá tempo à solidão&lt;br /&gt;Não queiras todo o tempo que eu habito&lt;br /&gt;O espaço é infinito o tempo não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;manuela de freitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-111235458455810153?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/111235458455810153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=111235458455810153' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/111235458455810153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/111235458455810153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/04/o-espao-e-o-tempo.html' title='o espaço e o tempo'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-110804794083079684</id><published>2005-02-10T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T15:05:40.830Z</updated><title type='text'>memórias de um chapéu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.piccoloteatro.org/stagione/2004-2005/383g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aldina duarte) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisera então saber toda a verdade&lt;br /&gt;De um chapéu na rua encontrado&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a esse dia uma saudade&lt;br /&gt;D'algum segredo antigo e apagado&lt;br /&gt;Sentado junto à porta desse encontro&lt;br /&gt;Ficando sem saber a quem falar&lt;br /&gt;Parado sem saber qual era o ponto&lt;br /&gt;Em que devia então eu começar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parada na varanda estava ela a meditar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se na chuva, no sol, no vento ou mar&lt;br /&gt;E eu ali parado perdi-me a delirar&lt;br /&gt;Se aquela beleza era meu segredo a desvendar&lt;br /&gt;Porém apagou-se a incerteza&lt;br /&gt;Eram traços de beleza os seus olhos a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;E vendo que outro olhar em frente havia&lt;br /&gt;Só não via quem não queria da paixão ouvir falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia entre a memória e o esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Colhi aquele chapéu envelhecido&lt;br /&gt;Soltei o pó antigo entregue ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando aquele sorriso prometido&lt;br /&gt;As abas tinham vincos mal traçados&lt;br /&gt;Marcados pelas penas ressequidas&lt;br /&gt;As curvas eram restos enfeitados&lt;br /&gt;De um corte de paixões então vividas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aldina duarte&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/8401744-110804794083079684?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/110804794083079684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=110804794083079684' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/110804794083079684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/110804794083079684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2005/02/memrias-de-um-chapu.html' title='memórias de um chapéu'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-109936091842663814</id><published>2004-11-02T01:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T02:09:23.356Z</updated><title type='text'>sem deus nem senhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="121" src="http://attambur.com/Imagens0/Banco28/JoseMarioBranco_1p.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(josé mario branco)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A luz é tão cega&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca se entrega&lt;br /&gt;Só se deixa ver&lt;br /&gt;Numa razão de ser&lt;br /&gt;Sem sequer entender&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos que a vão receber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o rasto que fica&lt;br /&gt;É uma coisa antiga&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente tem pr'a dar&lt;br /&gt;E só pode encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Quando morrer a procurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvo pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;Só se pode ser salvo pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;No sentido perdido ganhador&lt;br /&gt;Não tem Deus nem Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Esta dor&lt;br /&gt;Anda à solta por aí&lt;br /&gt;Que eu bem a vi&lt;br /&gt;Ai, se eu pudesse parar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu vos pudesse contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvo pelo amor&lt;br /&gt;Não existe derrota para a dor&lt;br /&gt;Com o seu capital triturador&lt;br /&gt;Não tem Deus nem Senhor&lt;br /&gt;É simplesmente dor&lt;br /&gt;Que é o que faz questão de ser&lt;br /&gt;Sem entender&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida toda surgiu&lt;br /&gt;De um sol que nunca se viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Mario Branco&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/8401744-109936091842663814?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109936091842663814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109936091842663814' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109936091842663814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109936091842663814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2004/11/sem-deus-nem-senhor.html' title='sem deus nem senhor'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-109896467875254689</id><published>2004-10-28T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T12:57:58.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>maria II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mulheres-ps20.ipp.pt/graca_morais_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pintura de graça morais "maria")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nova luz, que me rasga dentro d'alma,&lt;br /&gt;Dum desejo melhor me veste a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Outra fada celeste agora leva&lt;br /&gt;Minha débil ventura adormecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que novos horizontes vejo...&lt;br /&gt;Que pura e grande luz inunda a esfera...&lt;br /&gt;Quem, nuvens deste inverno, nesse espaço,&lt;br /&gt;Em flores vos mudou de primavera?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se as noites nos enviam mais segredos,&lt;br /&gt;Ao sacudir seus vaporosos mantos,&lt;br /&gt;Se desprendem do seio mais suspiros...&lt;br /&gt;É que dizem teu nome nos seus cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu sei se houve amor até este dia...&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu sei se dormi até esta hora...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quando me roçou o teu vestido,&lt;br /&gt;Abri o meu olhar - acordo agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antero de quental&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/8401744-109896467875254689?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109896467875254689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109896467875254689' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109896467875254689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109896467875254689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2004/10/maria-ii.html' title='maria II'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-109812924390746415</id><published>2004-10-18T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:05:45.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="664" src="http://bnd.bn.pt/ed/eca_queiros/iconografia/imagens/l57312/l57312p2_3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(antero de quental) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho cantado esperanças...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho falado d' amores...&lt;br /&gt;Das saudades e dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Com que embalo as minhas dores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu cuidei que era poesia&lt;br /&gt;Todo esse louco sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Cuidei saber o que é vida&lt;br /&gt;Só porque sei delirar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram fantasmas que a noite&lt;br /&gt;Trouxe, e o dia levou...&lt;br /&gt;À luz da estranha alvorada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje minha alma acordou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquece aqueles cantos...&lt;br /&gt;Só agora sei falar!&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa-me esses delírios...&lt;br /&gt;Só agora soube amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antero de quental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-109812924390746415?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109812924390746415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109812924390746415' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.percep.demon.co.uk/light/amalia.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Desde que existe a morte, imediatamente a vida é absurda.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensei assim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amália rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 131px" height="217" src="http://www.milpaginas.hpg.ig.com.br/foto/rosa.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-109708205063914823?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109708205063914823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109708205063914823' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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height="489" src="http://www.chossy.de/images/nackt.jpg" width="615" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(desenho de regine von chossy "nackt")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;da&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dispo-me, tiro a máscara &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruiluis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-109691783036183113?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109691783036183113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109691783036183113' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109691783036183113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109691783036183113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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vida&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;br /&gt;da história da gente&lt;br /&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt;lembramos ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;br /&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;br /&gt;e acabei por perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;br /&gt;e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Gelado e cansado&lt;br /&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;br /&gt;Já eu percorrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;br /&gt;gritava à cidade&lt;br /&gt;que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;br /&gt;há instantes morrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;br /&gt;meu segredo à cidade&lt;br /&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a saudade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jorge fernando&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/8401744-109676055899235380?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109676055899235380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109676055899235380' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109676055899235380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109676055899235380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2004/10/chuva.html' title='chuva'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-109673217001129158</id><published>2004-10-02T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T16:57:49.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rua do silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="316" src="http://refugio.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/imag.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(rua... / fonte : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refugio.blogs.sapo.pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.refugio.blogs.sapo.pt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na rua do silencio&lt;br /&gt;é tudo muito mais ausente&lt;br /&gt;até foge o luar&lt;br /&gt;e até a vida é pranto&lt;br /&gt;não há juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;não há quem nos lamente&lt;br /&gt;e o sol quando lá vai&lt;br /&gt;é pra deitar quebranto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na rua do silencio&lt;br /&gt;o fado é mais sombrio&lt;br /&gt;e as sombras de uma flor&lt;br /&gt;não cabem lá também&lt;br /&gt;a rua tem destino&lt;br /&gt;e o seu destino frio&lt;br /&gt;não tem sentido algum&lt;br /&gt;não passa lá ninguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na rua do silencio&lt;br /&gt;as portas tão fechadas&lt;br /&gt;e até o sonho cai&lt;br /&gt;sem fé e sem ternura&lt;br /&gt;na rua do silencio&lt;br /&gt;há lagrimas cansadas&lt;br /&gt;na rua do silencio&lt;br /&gt;é sempre noite escura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antónio sousa freitas&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/8401744-109673217001129158?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109673217001129158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109673217001129158' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.sesisp.org.br/home/sociocultural/imagens/lisboa.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(rua de lisboa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudou muito a minha rua&lt;br /&gt;Quando o outono chegou&lt;br /&gt;Deixou de se ver a lua&lt;br /&gt;Todo o transito parou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas portas estão fechadas&lt;br /&gt;Já ninguém entra por elas&lt;br /&gt;Não há roupas penduradas&lt;br /&gt;Nem há cravos nas janelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há marujos na esquina&lt;br /&gt;De manhã não há mercado&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais vi a varina&lt;br /&gt;A namorar com o soldado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O padeiro foi-se embora&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se embora o professor&lt;br /&gt;Na rua só passa agora&lt;br /&gt;O abade e o doutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem do realejo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais por lá passou&lt;br /&gt;O Tejo já não o vejo&lt;br /&gt;Um grande prédio o tapou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relógio da estação&lt;br /&gt;Marca as horas em atraso&lt;br /&gt;E o menino do pião&lt;br /&gt;Anda a brincar ao acaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A livraria fechou&lt;br /&gt;A tasca tem outro dono&lt;br /&gt;A minha rua mudou&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou o outono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga "ainda bem",&lt;br /&gt;Está muito mais sossegada'&lt;br /&gt;Não se vê quase ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E não se ouve quase nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-lhes dando razão&lt;br /&gt;Que lhes faça bom proveito&lt;br /&gt;E só espero pelo verão&lt;br /&gt;P'ra pôr a rua a meu jeito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manuela de Freitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-109648184261852768?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109648184261852768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109648184261852768' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109648184261852768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109648184261852768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2004/09/minha-rua.html' title='a minha rua'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-109639517219941982</id><published>2004-09-28T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:12:52.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a luz de lisboa (claridade)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="176" src="http://joaocesarmonteiro.no.sapo.pt/foto_manuelafreitas.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(manuela de freitas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando Lisboa escurece&lt;br /&gt;E devagar adormece&lt;br /&gt;Acorda a luz que me guia&lt;br /&gt;Olho a cidade e parece&lt;br /&gt;Que é de tarde que amanhece&lt;br /&gt;Que em Lisboa é sempre dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade sobrevivente&lt;br /&gt;de um futuro sempre ausente&lt;br /&gt;de um passado agreste e mudo&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais te enches de gente&lt;br /&gt;Mais te tornas transparente&lt;br /&gt;Mais te redimes de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordas-me adormecendo&lt;br /&gt;E dos Sonhos que vais tendo&lt;br /&gt;Faço a minha realidade&lt;br /&gt;E é de noite que eu acendo&lt;br /&gt;A luz do dia que aprendo&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua claridade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manuela de Freitas&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/8401744-109639517219941982?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109639517219941982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-109631488156712862</id><published>2004-09-27T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:58:28.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.instituto-camoes.pt/arquivos/literatura/davidpub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(david mourão-ferreira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo o amor que nos prendera&lt;br /&gt;Como se fora de cera&lt;br /&gt;Se quebrava e desfazia&lt;br /&gt;Ai funesta primavera&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera, quem nos dera&lt;br /&gt;Ter morrido nesse dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E condenaram-me a tanto&lt;br /&gt;Viver comigo meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Viver, viver e sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo sem no entanto&lt;br /&gt;Eu me esquecer desse encanto&lt;br /&gt;Que nesse dia perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pão duro da solidão&lt;br /&gt;É somente o que nos dão&lt;br /&gt;O que nos dão a comer&lt;br /&gt;Que importa que o coração&lt;br /&gt;Diga que sim ou que não&lt;br /&gt;Se continua a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o amor que nos prendera&lt;br /&gt;Se quebrara e desfizera&lt;br /&gt;Em pavor se convertia&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém fale em primavera&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera, quem nos dera&lt;br /&gt;Ter morrido nesse dia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;david mourão-ferreira&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/8401744-109631488156712862?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;Se considero que um dia hei-de morrer&lt;br /&gt;No desespero que tenho de te não ver&lt;br /&gt;Estendo o meu xaile no chão&lt;br /&gt;E deixo-me adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse que morrendo&lt;br /&gt;Tu me havias de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Por uma lágrima tua&lt;br /&gt;Que alegria me deixaria matar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amália rodrigues&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/8401744-109620855577826084?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109620855577826084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Caravelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.poemasecores.com/IMAGENS/zzz-florbela6kb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheguei a meio da vida já cansada&lt;br /&gt;De tanto caminhar, já me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Dum estranho país que nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Sou neste mundo imenso a exilada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tenho aprendido e não sei nada.&lt;br /&gt;E as torres de marfim que construi&lt;br /&gt;Em trágica loucura as destrui&lt;br /&gt;Por minhas próprias mãos de malfadada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sempre fui assim&lt;br /&gt;este mar morto&lt;br /&gt;Mar sem marés, sem vagas e sem porto&lt;br /&gt;Onde velas de sonhos se rasgaram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caravelas doiradas a bailar...&lt;br /&gt;Ai quem me dera as que eu deitei ao mar&lt;br /&gt;As que eu lancei à vida, e não voltaram...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Florbela Espanca &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/8401744-109585784738826024?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109585784738826024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109585784738826024' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109585784738826024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109585784738826024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/2004/09/caravelas.html' title='Caravelas'/><author><name>ruiluis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980203515311207777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cW1WCm-9jU/S8jsZDYCb9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ljN0qc8vgiA/S220/DSCF4881.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8401744.post-109570090621532895</id><published>2004-09-20T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:37:37.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="140" src="http://cidadaodomundo.no.sapo.pt/images/Ary.gif" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ary dos Santos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;É um barco sem ter porto&lt;br /&gt;Tempestade no mar morto, sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;É apenas um deserto&lt;br /&gt;Quando não me encontro perto, de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;São as lágrimas do Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Onde fico e me revejo, sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem parte de tão perto nunca leva&lt;br /&gt;As saudades da partida&lt;br /&gt;e as amarras de quem sofre.&lt;br /&gt;Quem fica é que se lembra toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;Da saudade de quem parte&lt;br /&gt;e dos olhos de quem morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Se o orgulho da tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Nos dói mais do que a pobreza, não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei&lt;br /&gt;Que estou para sempre presa&lt;br /&gt;Á ternura sem defesa, que eu dei.&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Numa casa que é só minha&lt;br /&gt;Espero o teu corpo que eu tinha, só meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ouvires&lt;br /&gt;O chorar de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Ou o grito da vingança, sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;De cabelo solto ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Com olhar e pensamento, no teu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Na raiz do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Contra ti e contra o tempo, sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ary dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8401744-109570090621532895?l=fadoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadoepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/109570090621532895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8401744&amp;postID=109570090621532895' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109570090621532895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8401744/posts/default/109570090621532895'/><link 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