tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67808443383534339032009-07-16T02:57:40.380+01:00O MAR ME QUERMaripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-21472768990739641862009-07-10T21:18:00.004+01:002009-07-11T17:38:14.994+01:00SOSSEGA CORAÇÃO<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SleiMLLyGXI/AAAAAAAABbc/aI68xJm3Gzg/s1600-h/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3oindependentevermelho%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356928611824834930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SleiMLLyGXI/AAAAAAAABbc/aI68xJm3Gzg/s400/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3oindependentevermelho%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Sossega coração! Não desesperes!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Talvez um dia, para além dos dias,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">encontres o que queres porque o queres.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Então, livre de falsas nostalgias,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">atingirás a perfeição dos seres.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Sossega, coração, contudo! Dorme!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">O sossego não quer razão nem causa.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Quer só a noite plácida e enorme.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">A grande, universal, solene pausa</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">antes que tudo em tudo se transforme. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Fernando Pessoa <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><br />Imagem - Escultura "Coração independente" de Joana Vasconcelos</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-2147276899073964186?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-11976743882329931412009-07-07T03:00:00.006+01:002009-07-07T04:02:16.680+01:00CASA BRANCA<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SlKsjmkqTbI/AAAAAAAABbU/LZ1odijkbt0/s1600-h/d.merriam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532634546654642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SlKsjmkqTbI/AAAAAAAABbU/LZ1odijkbt0/s400/d.merriam.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Na tarde,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">da macieza do espelho</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">transluz </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">uma imagem sombra. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Uma sombra arredia,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">fugitiva do espelho,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">do tempo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">de mim. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">E na noite longa de estrelas invisíveis</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">a sombra sonhadora</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">inventa uma casa branca </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">[escondida entre a folhagem]</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">onde habitam e brincam anjos-luz. <p></p></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">No dia amanhecido</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a sombra dissolve-se na paisagem.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><p align="center"></p></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Maripa </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem Daniel Merriam</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-1197674388232993141?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-29882020309376930022009-07-04T21:38:00.010+01:002009-07-04T23:03:28.691+01:00ÀCAPELLA<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sk--kykoDqI/AAAAAAAABbE/IQoCXiFtx1A/s1600-h/aCapella6anosDC12-6-09%5B1%5D.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354708021226770082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sk--kykoDqI/AAAAAAAABbE/IQoCXiFtx1A/s400/aCapella6anosDC12-6-09%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><object style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="324" width="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKpHdyLK5wA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKpHdyLK5wA&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="280"></embed></object></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>A Capela de Nossa Senhora da Vitória [ sec. XIV ] situada no centro histórico de Coimbra foi restaurada para dar lugar à<span style="color:#333333;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;">Casa de Fados àCapella, onde se ouvem a Guitarra e o Canto de Coimbra com qualidade reconhecida.</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><p></p>àCapella</span> comemora este mês de Julho o sexto aniversário. <p></p></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><strong>Parabéns e felicidades ! <p></p></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />" O fado ( ou canção ) de Coimbra é tanto mais de Coimbra quanto mais de toda a parte, tanto mais nosso quanto mais de todos." <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Manuel Alegre</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-2988202030937693002?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-57006816881106432962009-07-01T00:58:00.005+01:002009-07-01T01:52:52.689+01:00AS MÃOS DE CADA DIA<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Skqm35WmLHI/AAAAAAAABak/xMKo29Ez8OA/s1600-h/hands-and-flowers-wallpapers_13875_1280x800%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353274586301869170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Skqm35WmLHI/AAAAAAAABak/xMKo29Ez8OA/s400/hands-and-flowers-wallpapers_13875_1280x800%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Os olhos de ver a luz</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">querem-se largos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e limpos. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Grandes e poderosas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">devem ser as asas </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">de ganhar o céu. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">As mãos são mãos de</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">tanta coisa que não</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">se podem ter de uma</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">maneira; são precisas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">outras mãos em</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">cada dia. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Vasco Pontes <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Imagem da Net</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-5700681688110643296?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-82444635602749401022009-06-26T23:20:00.004+01:002009-06-27T02:11:13.119+01:00ENQUANTO O HOJE É HOJE<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SkVKHbHRCTI/AAAAAAAABac/RxzqQwNDTxk/s1600-h/6890318030954143698_foto3%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351765223597476146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SkVKHbHRCTI/AAAAAAAABac/RxzqQwNDTxk/s400/6890318030954143698_foto3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong><br />Enquanto o hoje é hoje, a</strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>o dealbar do dia,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>sobrevoo o coração da vida. <p></p></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>Neste enquanto, pausado e fluido, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>dançam em mim imagens de jardins </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">alindados com flores de aloendro. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Milhares de flores </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">preenchidas de sol</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a ondear ao vento.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Cor branca </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">vermelha</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">rosa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">em marés de verão,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">em marés de alumbramento. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Na penumbra do hoje, já sem as flores do aloendro,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">os olhos turbam-se</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e a melancolia regressa num crescendo... <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Maripa <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Imagem da Net</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><span style="font-size:0;"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-8244463560274940102?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-27566100659630732172009-06-22T23:20:00.004+01:002009-06-22T23:41:16.379+01:00SE EU E TU<strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SkAEHzn9AVI/AAAAAAAABaU/pFoHwktutUU/s1600-h/Kustanovich.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350280889479528786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SkAEHzn9AVI/AAAAAAAABaU/pFoHwktutUU/s400/Kustanovich.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Se eu fosse peixe e tu fosses mar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">nadava dentro de ti</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#666666;">e vivia no teu corpo. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Se eu fosse pássaro e tu fosses ar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">cortava-te como uma flecha</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#666666;">sem nunca te magoar. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Se eu fosse sol e tu fosses neve</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">em rio te transformava</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#666666;">e havias de ver o mar. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Se eu fosse chuva e tu fosses terra</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">cresciam de um dia para o outro</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#666666;">as flores na tua pele. </span><p></p></div></span></strong><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Se eu fosse vento e tu fosses vela</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">levava-te a ver o mundo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#666666;">por sobre as ondas do mar. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /><span style="color:#666666;">J.Pedro Mésseder</span></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem de D.Kustanovich</span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-2756610065963073217?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-53850099525485915232009-06-16T02:06:00.005+01:002009-06-16T02:46:40.074+01:00ÉRAMOS PRIMAVERA<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SjbwiM_pXQI/AAAAAAAABaM/eSEEDuZsCVo/s1600-h/por+do+sol+no+mar.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347726077943438594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SjbwiM_pXQI/AAAAAAAABaM/eSEEDuZsCVo/s400/por+do+sol+no+mar.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>Não são os sonhos das noites do verão </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>- que tarda em chegar -</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que me fazem debruçar do varandim do tempo. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">São as memórias de um Agosto com gosto de mar,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">com beijos salgados e rubores de rosto. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Éramos primavera.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Toda a música do sol,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">toda a música das estrelas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">era nossa. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Demos as mãos e enfeitámos o mundo. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">[Ah! Entardece... Sinto o mar à nossa espera.] <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Maripa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-5385009952548591523?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-27879655434130699952009-06-14T00:16:00.007+01:002009-06-14T01:08:44.182+01:00CRISTALIZAÇÕES<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SjQzuy_4QcI/AAAAAAAABaE/efzM_f7itjM/s1600-h/21023144_1206216995_2232657678_6c0b25f81c_o1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346955536652321218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SjQzuy_4QcI/AAAAAAAABaE/efzM_f7itjM/s400/21023144_1206216995_2232657678_6c0b25f81c_o1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">1.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Com palavras amo. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">2.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Inclina-te como a rosa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">só quando o vento passe. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">3.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Despe-te </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">como o orvalho</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">na concha da manhã. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">4.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Ama</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">como o rio sobe os últimos degraus</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ao encontro do seu leito. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">5.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Como podemos florir</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ao peso de tanta luz? </span><p></p></></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">6.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estou de passagem: ama o efémero. </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">7.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Onde espero morrer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">será amanhã ainda? </span><p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eugénio de Andrade</span> <p></p></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Espero, amanhã,recomeçar as visitas aos meus amigos queridos. Bem-hajam pela vossa dedicação e carinho. Um abraço enorme da Maripa. </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-2787965543413069995?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-45787169798729689962009-05-27T15:44:00.006+01:002009-05-27T16:15:47.735+01:00CANÇÃO MÍNIMA<strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sh1SAaBmIBI/AAAAAAAABZ8/r6xX9tnohHU/s1600-h/x1p_aDJUL8hnF8F_WSfqfbfH8AU249AHHYRJXCGNB1_vHxUX-IQ-lhoPIYtrZHHAL-vCXemvV5KDfLwUG9qUtFizLGc89chODcu3lzSS1j6tTJ9a8mQ6Fk9AX57lgHD8287VSXsYaxfDL8%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340514900070768658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sh1SAaBmIBI/AAAAAAAABZ8/r6xX9tnohHU/s400/x1p_aDJUL8hnF8F_WSfqfbfH8AU249AHHYRJXCGNB1_vHxUX-IQ-lhoPIYtrZHHAL-vCXemvV5KDfLwUG9qUtFizLGc89chODcu3lzSS1j6tTJ9a8mQ6Fk9AX57lgHD8287VSXsYaxfDL8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">No mistério do sem fim</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">equilibra-se um planeta. </div></span></strong><p align="left"></p><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">E no planeta,um jardim,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e no jardim, um canteiro;</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">no canteiro uma violeta</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e sobre ela, o dia inteiro, </div></span></strong><p align="left"></p><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">entre o planeta e o sem-fim</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a asa de uma borboleta. </div></span></strong><p align="left"></p><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Cecília Meireles </div></span></strong><p align="right"></p><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><br />Porque me fogem e me faltam as palavras...deixo flores, um abraço enorme e o meu carinho. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Estou melhorzinha. Bem-hajam pela vossa ternura. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Maripa</span></strong></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-4578716979872968996?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-64301886912610793512009-05-11T20:10:00.005+01:002009-05-11T20:54:27.402+01:00EM JEITO DE PAUSA...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sgh4X9aP8wI/AAAAAAAABZs/tAfF4NQLolE/s1600-h/6a00d8341e43be53ef00e54ff7e8118834-800wi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646111637336834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sgh4X9aP8wI/AAAAAAAABZs/tAfF4NQLolE/s400/6a00d8341e43be53ef00e54ff7e8118834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">" Em algumas manhãs, quando ainda percebo o orvallho nas folhas, nas flores, chego a pensar que são lágrimas da noite, resquício, quem sabe, por não querer que o dia chegue..." <p></p></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />E. Battaglini</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><br /><br />Não tenho passado bem de saúde, essa a razão das minhas ausências junto de vós, me perdoem. Agradeço, com carinho, todas as palavras que me deixaram em forma de abraço. Senti a vossa ternura,sempre. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Em jeito de pausa, deixo flores... </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><p></p>Maripa </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-6430188691261079351?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-66912383166326646312009-05-01T03:04:00.004+01:002009-05-01T03:17:49.110+01:00VEM HOJE UM CHEIRO TÃO BOM LÁ DE FORA DO MUNDO!<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SfpY7pmLkWI/AAAAAAAABZk/O6It-L7gpEM/s1600-h/barnies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330670890747924834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SfpY7pmLkWI/AAAAAAAABZk/O6It-L7gpEM/s400/barnies.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Vem hoje um cheiro tão bom lá de fora do mundo!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Um cheiro a esponsais de primavera</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">com deusas de astros na fronte</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e enlaces de folhas de hera</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">no cabelo voado... <p></p></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">( Ah! Se eu encontrasse a ponte</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que vai para o outro lado!) <p></p></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">José Gomes Ferreira <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem da Net</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-6691238316632664631?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-75259876576747329072009-04-27T01:11:00.005+01:002009-05-15T13:02:20.204+01:00O VENTO QUE POR MIM PASSA<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SfT5VX_0FjI/AAAAAAAABZc/kKwOauxVlD4/s1600-h/Anke-Merzbach-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329158404700378674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SfT5VX_0FjI/AAAAAAAABZc/kKwOauxVlD4/s400/Anke-Merzbach-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">O vento que por mim passa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">[e devassa o pensamento]</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">diz-me que posso trepar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">ao mais alto dos montes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e agarrar com as mãos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a poeira das estrelas. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Diz-me que posso descer</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">ao mais fundo dos mares</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e plantar um jardim. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Mas como </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">se me dói cada hora</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">cada minuto </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">cada segundo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">se me dói sonhar de asas abertas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">se me dói o eco dos meus passos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">neste tempo </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">do quase florir das giestas? <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><p></p>Maripa <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem de Anke Merzbach</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-7525987657674732907?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-80001252195919087042009-04-22T22:14:00.003+01:002009-04-22T22:25:18.799+01:00A UMA CEREJEIRA EM FLOR<strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Se-JI5YqG2I/AAAAAAAABZU/7EGJ7RomIpg/s1600-h/BXK15478_flor-da-arvore-sakura800.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327627670138788706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Se-JI5YqG2I/AAAAAAAABZU/7EGJ7RomIpg/s400/BXK15478_flor-da-arvore-sakura800.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Acordar, ser na manhã de abril</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a brancura desta cerejeira;</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">arder das folhas à raíz,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">dar versos ou florir desta maneira. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Abrir os braços, acolher nos ramos</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">o vento, a luz ou o que quer que seja;</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">sentir o tempo, fibra a fibra,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a tecer o coração de uma cereja. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Eugénio de Andrade <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem da Net</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-8000125219591908704?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-21467040582667138442009-04-18T19:16:00.007+01:002009-04-18T21:06:41.847+01:00AMAR PALAVRAS-BORBOLETA<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SeoZgfkRNmI/AAAAAAAABZM/p7XpojwbsQg/s1600-h/maria+pleshkova.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326097555339163234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 457px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SeoZgfkRNmI/AAAAAAAABZM/p7XpojwbsQg/s400/maria+pleshkova.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Amar palavras-borboleta a voejar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">de sobressalto em sobressalto. <p></p></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Ondulantes </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">[mutantes de cor]</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">rebrilhando ao sol</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">na orla incandescente e azul</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">do pensamento. </div><p align="center"></p></span></strong><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Amar palavras-borboleta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">de voo em voo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">à procura do caminho das rosas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">na rota das flores. </div><p align="center"></p></span></strong><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Palavras-borboleta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">ávidas duma gota de mel</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">[adoçante de folhas de papel]</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">verso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">verso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">levadas pelo vento</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a jardins onde crescem os amores.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><div align="right"><br />Maripa <p></p></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem de Maria Pleshkova</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-2146704058266713844?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-15245635972496751792009-04-16T23:02:00.005+01:002009-04-16T23:17:20.216+01:00BÚZIO<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SeerOW1feuI/AAAAAAAABZE/jed5fSTi_zQ/s1600-h/sabin+balasa+son-de-la-mer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325413347525360354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SeerOW1feuI/AAAAAAAABZE/jed5fSTi_zQ/s400/sabin+balasa+son-de-la-mer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">sei que nunca viste o oceano,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que nunca olhaste a onda sobre a onda,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que nunca fizeste castelos para o mar ser forte. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">mas sei que já viste o coração das coisas,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que já tocaste a ferida nos nossos braços,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que já escreveste para sempre o nome da terra. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">por isso te digo que vou levar-te o mar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">na concha das minhas mãos, azulíssimo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">para que nele descubras o meu nome</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">entre os seixos os búzios os rostos que já tive. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Vasco Gato, <span style="font-size:78%;">em Um Mover de Mão <p></p></span></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem de Sabin Balasa</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-1524563597249675179?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-1460100697445655512009-04-13T12:33:00.007+01:002009-04-14T12:54:00.949+01:00COMO PINTAR O SOL TODAS AS MANHÃS<span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SeMjoHYRt2I/AAAAAAAABY8/3JJ7ZgB776I/s1600-h/olbinski+767.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324138356564670306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SeMjoHYRt2I/AAAAAAAABY8/3JJ7ZgB776I/s400/olbinski+767.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Como pintar o sol todas as manhãs</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">no jardim onde florescem os lírios</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">se tenho as mãos vazias</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">de certezas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e de versos? <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Sonho, tão-somente, versos obscuros,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">versos lua nova.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Não versos quarto crescente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">- a aspergir luar -</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">acalentados pelo som das harpas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">dos anjos com brilhos de mistério</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e asas de papel. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Papel de seda... </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">de seda </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">para vestir e amaciar </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">o tempo </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">de pintar o sol no tempo dos lírios. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Amaciar o tempo das mãos vazias</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e da tristeza à flor da pele.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Maripa <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem de Olbinski</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-146010069744565551?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-89913358178715673162009-04-12T12:00:00.006+01:002009-04-14T12:54:38.299+01:00APETITES DE AVÓ<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVSPeJbiro8&amp;hl=" width="350" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"></embed></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Para os meu pequeninos...para outros pequeninos ...e também para mim que , às vezes, sou tão pequenina quanto eles. Hoje é o caso...</span></strong><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-8991335817871567316?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-26860131897202487922009-04-08T22:17:00.003+01:002009-04-14T12:55:15.417+01:00FELIZ PÁSCOA<strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sd0Utlne92I/AAAAAAAABY0/G1EALk83mhY/s1600-h/pascoa34.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322433108046182242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sd0Utlne92I/AAAAAAAABY0/G1EALk83mhY/s400/pascoa34.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Feliz e Santa Páscoa com alegria, paz e muito amor.</span></strong></div><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></p><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-2686013189720248792?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-10434735121346339972009-04-07T02:51:00.010+01:002009-04-14T12:55:52.454+01:00TRAGO DENTRO DE MIM UM MAR IMENSO<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sdqx3NazHCI/AAAAAAAABYs/qpEVYAwLpZ8/s1600-h/pat+di+fruscia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321761471744646178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sdqx3NazHCI/AAAAAAAABYs/qpEVYAwLpZ8/s400/pat+di+fruscia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Trago dentro de mim um mar imenso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">feito de vagas tristes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e sonhos vagos <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">o horizonte é uma manhã</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que eu quis minha para ser eu <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e para porto de abrigo escolhi uma tarde</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que soubesse chorar a morte do sol <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />José Rui Teixeira <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem de P. di Fruscia</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-1043473512134633997?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-72395756096326678432009-04-01T16:26:00.006+01:002009-04-14T12:56:35.878+01:00É ABAIXO DA LINHA D'ÁGUA<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SdOHyQFU8-I/AAAAAAAABYk/9KjIlh5pxP4/s1600-h/22vladimir+kush.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319744882235208674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SdOHyQFU8-I/AAAAAAAABYk/9KjIlh5pxP4/s400/22vladimir+kush.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">É abaixo da linha d'água</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que lavo a máscara dos dias enviesados</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e me refugio no lugar onde moram os sonhos. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">O impulso para me esconder na minha concha</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">- ânsia ágil e veloz que me seduz -</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">contraria a leve intensidade dos meus gestos. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">E é quando os raios de sol em eclipse </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">rompem o mar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e iluminam miríades de grãos de areia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">[sementes de pérolas nacaradas]</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que me deixo atravessar </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">por pensamentos onde há restos de luz. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Maripa <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem de V. Kush</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-7239575609632667843?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-19120091343248717992009-03-30T22:19:00.009+01:002009-04-14T12:57:09.493+01:00A NOITE POR TI DESPIDA<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SdE3wP4bSsI/AAAAAAAABYc/Zq1Gvc3CHMM/s1600-h/hory+ma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319093936937716418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SdE3wP4bSsI/AAAAAAAABYc/Zq1Gvc3CHMM/s400/hory+ma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Adulta é a noite onde cresce </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">o teu corpo azul. A claridade </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que se dá em troca dos meus ombros</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">cansados.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Reflexos coloridos. Amei</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">o amor. Amei-te meu amor sobre ervas</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">orvalhadas. Não eras tu porém</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">o fim dessa estrada</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">sem fim. Canto apenas (enquanto os álamos</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">amadurecem) a transparência, o caminho. A noite</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">por ti despida. Lume e perfume</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">do sol. Íntimo rumor do mundo. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Casimiro de Brito <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem de HoryMa</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-1912009134324871799?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-59499986839592575302009-03-28T12:42:00.015Z2009-04-08T14:23:13.414+01:00JASON MRAZ canta BELLA LUNA<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1zj74Hv-JM&amp;hl=" width="350" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"></embed></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"><strong></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="color:#666666;">... a </span></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="color:#666666;">Bella Luna de Jason Mraz a acompanhar a</span></span></span></p><p align="center"></p><span style="color:#666666;"><p align="left"><br />Lua</p></span><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Entre a terra e os astros, flor intensa.</p><p align="left"></span><span style="color:#666666;">Nascida do silêncio, a</span><span style="color:#000000;"> lua cheia</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Dá vertigens ao mar e azula a areia, </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">E a terra segue-a em êxtases suspensa. </p><p></p></span><p></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></p><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><p align="right"><br />de</span> Sophia de Mello Breyner</p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">youtube from CaTMarO</span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"></span></strong></p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-5949998683959257530?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-54120236531520392332009-03-24T23:38:00.008Z2009-03-25T11:01:02.366ZLEVADA PELA CORRENTE<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SclvWXKG42I/AAAAAAAABYU/pvX9lwGnLtg/s1600-h/imagen%20para%20Asun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316903265051796322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/SclvWXKG42I/AAAAAAAABYU/pvX9lwGnLtg/s400/imagen%2520para%2520Asun.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Levada pela corrente</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">na [in]certeza de não voltar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">à flor da água</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">digo adeus às palavras:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que escrevi</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que não escrevi </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">a tantas </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que gostava de ter escrito</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">em tons de azul. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Antes que o mar decida o meu destino</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">é dentro de mim</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">[cá dentro]</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que a saudade amorna tudo o que me dói. <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">E é dentro de mim</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">[cá dentro]</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que sopra ainda a meu favor o vento sul </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">- aveludado e liso - </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">com jeitos de menino.</div></span></strong><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><br />Maripa <p></p></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">Imagem da Net</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-5412023653152039233?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-37919528828584038172009-03-22T22:11:00.006Z2009-04-08T15:18:04.137+01:00SE RECORDO<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sca5slVGOlI/AAAAAAAABYM/cMsGIc4zwQI/s1600-h/22_miuki.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316140585743432274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sca5slVGOlI/AAAAAAAABYM/cMsGIc4zwQI/s400/22_miuki.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/Sca5cXTE1VI/AAAAAAAABYE/R8fXKGbcL7Y/s1600-h/22_miuki.jpg"></a><div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Se recordo quem fui, outrem me vejo,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">e o passado é o presente na lembrança.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Quem fui é alguém que amo</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">porém somente em sonho.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">E a saudade que me aflige a mente</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">não é de mim nem do passado visto,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">senão de quem habito</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">por trás dos olhos cegos.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Nada, senão o instante, me conhece.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Minha mesma lembrança é nada, e sinto</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">que quem sou e quem fui são sonhos diferentes. <p></p></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"><div align="right"><br />Ricardo Reis <p></p></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagem da Net</span></span></strong></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-3791952882858403817?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780844338353433903.post-43038905289804420062009-03-20T22:03:00.013Z2009-04-08T14:21:55.938+01:00APETECE-ME<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/ScRHb7sry_I/AAAAAAAABX8/OygngsCQalY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-f-NNfcYD0M/ScRGyO6RiCI/AAAAAAAABX0/-QOHlqqXZM8/s1600-h/photo.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8UhSSlxAwo&amp;hl=" width="350" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>Porque hoje é o começo da <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"><span style="color:#993300;">Primavera</span><span style="color:#666666;">...</span></span><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#339999;"> </span></span></span></strong></span></p><div><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong>... apetece-me ouvir</p></strong></span><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">The Akiapola'au Song</span></div></span></strong><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#666666;">A<span style="color:#ff6600;"> akiapola'au</span> é uma ave nativa do Hawaii</span><br /></strong></span></span></div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"><p align="center"></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780844338353433903-4303890528980442006?l=omarmequer.blogspot.com'/></div>Maripahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13077596717614823157maripa.2008@gmail.com11