<?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-250376026106532619</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:17:30.213Z</updated><category term='Animais'/><category term='Existência'/><category term='Verde'/><category term='Paz'/><category term='Azul'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Devaneio'/><category term='Lisboa'/><category term='Coração'/><category term='Palavras de silêncio'/><category term='Laços'/><category term='Sonho de Amor'/><category term='Deusa mãe'/><category term='Vozes'/><category term='Lágrimas'/><category term='Dia Mundial da Dança'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Mãe'/><category term='Flor de Amizade'/><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='Letargia'/><category term='Lua Cheia'/><category term='Lua'/><category term='Sol'/><category term='Aniversários'/><category term='Porquês'/><title type='text'>Baila Sem Peso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1094651529154994186</id><published>2012-01-15T22:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:22:13.129Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deusa mãe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porquês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Chuvinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDFgOhK-04o/TxNNC9oMpSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7hQqs9D2jTw/s1600/chuvinha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDFgOhK-04o/TxNNC9oMpSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7hQqs9D2jTw/s320/chuvinha.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697982666852050210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E porque hoje é domingo&lt;br /&gt;da nuvem caiu um pingo&lt;br /&gt;uiva na floresta um dingo&lt;br /&gt;e permanece rosado o flamingo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu não sei se fico, se vou indo&lt;br /&gt;se neste silêncio bailando me vingo...&lt;br /&gt;tudo, porque hoje é domingo&lt;br /&gt;e na terra seca caiu um pingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-1094651529154994186?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1094651529154994186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=1094651529154994186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1094651529154994186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1094651529154994186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2012/01/chuvinha.html' title='Chuvinha...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDFgOhK-04o/TxNNC9oMpSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7hQqs9D2jTw/s72-c/chuvinha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4791377138082214137</id><published>2011-12-23T22:22:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:31:17.334Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Enfeitando o caminho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdQGsYTu4Oo/TvTs8ZGZXsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Ol7bodoCCfA/s1600/azevinho%2Bcom%2Bcarinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdQGsYTu4Oo/TvTs8ZGZXsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Ol7bodoCCfA/s320/azevinho%2Bcom%2Bcarinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689432751549800130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...em silêncio enfeitado com azevinho&lt;br /&gt;deixo neste espaço todo o meu carinho&lt;br /&gt;e que uma velinha acesa mantenha o seu pavio&lt;br /&gt;num desafio:&lt;br /&gt;Vossas almas e corações sem sombra de frio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em vossa mão deixo um beijo do coração!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4791377138082214137?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4791377138082214137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4791377138082214137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/12/enfeitando-o-caminho.html' title='Enfeitando o caminho...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdQGsYTu4Oo/TvTs8ZGZXsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Ol7bodoCCfA/s72-c/azevinho%2Bcom%2Bcarinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2013336998053341532</id><published>2011-11-27T22:22:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:29:51.833Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flor de Amizade'/><title type='text'>Alma de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HvDwKdmMIE/TtFpyhSSxTI/AAAAAAAAAps/tWvmi5x_4Ig/s1600/Alma%2Bde%2Bcristal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HvDwKdmMIE/TtFpyhSSxTI/AAAAAAAAAps/tWvmi5x_4Ig/s320/Alma%2Bde%2Bcristal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679436921740379442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tristeza és, em estado magoado&lt;br /&gt;Com o sentir de um porquê&lt;br /&gt;Que só na alma se vê&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo desacompanhada&lt;br /&gt;Querendo tudo e nada...&lt;br /&gt;És um mal amado&lt;br /&gt;Que sente e não é sentido&lt;br /&gt;Por ninguém que te seja querido&lt;br /&gt;Senão no sentido de ser chorado...&lt;br /&gt;Ah...que triste esse fado&lt;br /&gt;Andares no povoado, tão árduo&lt;br /&gt;E não saberes como afastar teu fardo...&lt;br /&gt;Vai no teu silêncio sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Entre o mal do tudo que te faz nada&lt;br /&gt;E verás com singeleza, como ficarás mudada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu?!...amiga minha, serei tua madrinha&lt;br /&gt;Se prometeres que a vida será levezinha&lt;br /&gt;E mudares para um quente bordado&lt;br /&gt;De favo de linho, doce e aconchegado!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2013336998053341532?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2013336998053341532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2013336998053341532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/11/alma-de-cristal.html' title='Alma de cristal'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HvDwKdmMIE/TtFpyhSSxTI/AAAAAAAAAps/tWvmi5x_4Ig/s72-c/Alma%2Bde%2Bcristal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1238099129605168751</id><published>2011-10-23T22:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:04:27.747+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deusa mãe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Refúgio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfapnFJ5ESA/TqCCsqIwgDI/AAAAAAAAApA/XqRbivzLEcE/s1600/ref%25C3%25BAgio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfapnFJ5ESA/TqCCsqIwgDI/AAAAAAAAApA/XqRbivzLEcE/s320/ref%25C3%25BAgio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665672034968961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Corria alva e leve e suavemente fria&lt;br /&gt;Bordada por pedra luzidia&lt;br /&gt;No carreiro do rio interior&lt;br /&gt;Entre a brasa da terra em cor&lt;br /&gt;Como se fora sangue das entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Escondida no seio de intrigantes manhas&lt;br /&gt;E na base de gotinhas de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Em circulo como se procurasse pedestal&lt;br /&gt;Num sentido de vida em direcção&lt;br /&gt;Deixando lhe tocassem com a mão&lt;br /&gt;Ansiando que o corpo da sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Sorvesse a seiva de um tempo que acalma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tinha o destino, da treva procurar o dia&lt;br /&gt;Namorando a escuridão que a servia&lt;br /&gt;Na fé, da luz que sabia que existia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando aurora se fizesse acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria o tempo a beijasse no adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Rio de vida, foz de doce marujar a anoitecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-1238099129605168751?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1238099129605168751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=1238099129605168751&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1238099129605168751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1238099129605168751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/10/refugio.html' title='Refúgio'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfapnFJ5ESA/TqCCsqIwgDI/AAAAAAAAApA/XqRbivzLEcE/s72-c/ref%25C3%25BAgio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7751849890730180641</id><published>2011-10-05T20:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:33:25.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho de Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul'/><title type='text'>Sonho ou talvez não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3vFskh7Ssw/ToyvwQCs77I/AAAAAAAAAos/Ozbpk1HunO0/s1600/Milagre%2Bde%2Bluz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3vFskh7Ssw/ToyvwQCs77I/AAAAAAAAAos/Ozbpk1HunO0/s320/Milagre%2Bde%2Bluz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660092075172753330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Da luz que me embala todo o dia&lt;br /&gt;tentei apanhar a tua simpatia&lt;br /&gt;e qual não foi o meu espanto&lt;br /&gt;quando vi que todo o céu me sorria...&lt;br /&gt;não sei porque foi, porque aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;mas o meu olhar encontrou o teu&lt;br /&gt;e na força interior que nos envolveu&lt;br /&gt;todo o sonho azul, virou encanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e imaginei por momentos:&lt;br /&gt;Será a luz dos teus olhos, nos tempos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7751849890730180641?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7751849890730180641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7751849890730180641&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7751849890730180641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7751849890730180641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/10/sonho-ou-talvez-nao.html' title='Sonho ou talvez não...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3vFskh7Ssw/ToyvwQCs77I/AAAAAAAAAos/Ozbpk1HunO0/s72-c/Milagre%2Bde%2Bluz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5623092556811787225</id><published>2011-09-17T20:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:48:57.131+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde'/><title type='text'>Tempo sem tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E81OTJ07arI/TnMkkzHTLHI/AAAAAAAAAok/aUTuuz6MBpk/s1600/Tempo%2Bverde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E81OTJ07arI/TnMkkzHTLHI/AAAAAAAAAok/aUTuuz6MBpk/s320/Tempo%2Bverde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652902171894819954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-_zwAICoIA/TnMkZWy1PTI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rcBeZzUs0Fk/s1600/Tempo%2Bazul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-_zwAICoIA/TnMkZWy1PTI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rcBeZzUs0Fk/s320/Tempo%2Bazul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652901975314218290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempo que gira e nos domina&lt;br /&gt;Rotina espreita sentada a cada esquina...&lt;br /&gt;E a dor de uma surpresa é funesta!&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando a porta de repente se fecha&lt;br /&gt;Espreita-se janela que borda ar em flecha&lt;br /&gt;E uma linda cor, nela se empresta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou contar a alguém&lt;br /&gt;Como, com amor, o tempo se detém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5623092556811787225?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5623092556811787225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5623092556811787225&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5623092556811787225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5623092556811787225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/09/tempo-sem-tempo.html' title='Tempo sem tempo...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E81OTJ07arI/TnMkkzHTLHI/AAAAAAAAAok/aUTuuz6MBpk/s72-c/Tempo%2Bverde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4566725851632917081</id><published>2011-08-26T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:22:08.877+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porquês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Entre a ousadia e o medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDl3vT1Ccc0/TlZ-824oV-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/QhcAD4ibysc/s1600/Coragem%2Bpara%2Bvoar....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDl3vT1Ccc0/TlZ-824oV-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/QhcAD4ibysc/s320/Coragem%2Bpara%2Bvoar....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644838766945785826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Penetrando nas entranhas do ar&lt;br /&gt;Sugando maresia do mar&lt;br /&gt;Nadando na onda dos porquês&lt;br /&gt;Dos tempos de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;era uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Interroga-se a mente e a alma&lt;br /&gt;Que o corpo não acalma...&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo é um nada constante&lt;br /&gt;E o nada vive num tudo estonteante&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca, o é suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Que põe meio mundo impaciente&lt;br /&gt;E num quê, tão arrepiante&lt;br /&gt;Trás o nada, em tudo inconstante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voa para além dos teus limites&lt;br /&gt;Voa, sem rumo, não hesites&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se o teu final&lt;br /&gt;É um nada de tudo, sem igual?!&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe, qual o segredo&lt;br /&gt;Fronteira entre a ousadia e o medo&lt;br /&gt;Que terás de passar a planar?!...&lt;br /&gt;Levemente...como pena a nadar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenidade na vontade, força para lutar!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4566725851632917081?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4566725851632917081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4566725851632917081&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4566725851632917081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4566725851632917081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/08/entre-ousadia-e-o-medo.html' title='Entre a ousadia e o medo'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDl3vT1Ccc0/TlZ-824oV-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/QhcAD4ibysc/s72-c/Coragem%2Bpara%2Bvoar....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4310826539776515189</id><published>2011-08-02T15:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:57:18.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuPhf_zXOyk/TjgC6i_eNRI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IzNTYiz4ZfU/s1600/Solid%25C3%25A3o%2Bflorida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuPhf_zXOyk/TjgC6i_eNRI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IzNTYiz4ZfU/s320/Solid%25C3%25A3o%2Bflorida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636258138502870290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vi a tristeza chorando num canto&lt;br /&gt;Em que a alma toda estremecia&lt;br /&gt;Dei-lhe meu afago por encanto&lt;br /&gt;E seu estado mudança prometia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, mas é tão incerta a mudança&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos ventos sopra lonjura&lt;br /&gt;É como acariciar uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que o sentir não dura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão se junta à tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E reside um bailado de leveza&lt;br /&gt;Que no corpo é estranho condão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pelo céu com asas de falcão&lt;br /&gt;Dançando em nuvens de algodão&lt;br /&gt;Jaz flor, em coração de incerteza!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4310826539776515189?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4310826539776515189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4310826539776515189&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4310826539776515189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4310826539776515189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/08/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yuPhf_zXOyk/TjgC6i_eNRI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IzNTYiz4ZfU/s72-c/Solid%25C3%25A3o%2Bflorida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4212501765806488526</id><published>2011-07-16T02:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:03:27.104+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua Cheia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua'/><title type='text'>Lua de regaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r0D6OU2m-E/TiDeRbYIZMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BOtznlRBsGw/s1600/Luar%2B19.03.2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r0D6OU2m-E/TiDeRbYIZMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BOtznlRBsGw/s320/Luar%2B19.03.2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629743925201233090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Balada de amor, a lua hoje canta baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Lá no céu onde ela vive sozinha&lt;br /&gt;De corpo de luz, com que o universo seduz&lt;br /&gt;Bailando a sua velha modinha&lt;br /&gt;Sorrindo às estrelas pelo caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai lua, lua, quem dera que fosses um instante meu ninho&lt;br /&gt;Me deixasses pairar em teu brilho, presa em belo cadilho&lt;br /&gt;E a meu amor levasses, o mais belo e secreto recadinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se no teu regaço, eu recebia aquele meiguinho abraço?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4212501765806488526?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4212501765806488526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4212501765806488526&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4212501765806488526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4212501765806488526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/07/lua-de-regaco.html' title='Lua de regaço'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_r0D6OU2m-E/TiDeRbYIZMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BOtznlRBsGw/s72-c/Luar%2B19.03.2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5918410290622344195</id><published>2011-07-08T22:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:23:20.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Sei que sabes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UendCPKOG9w/ThdyHXwFnxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QRW7-bhQDb8/s1600/Cor%2Bdo%2Bcora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UendCPKOG9w/ThdyHXwFnxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QRW7-bhQDb8/s320/Cor%2Bdo%2Bcora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627091730383085330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sei dos teus medos em sono profundo&lt;br /&gt;Sei dos teus passos no asfalto do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nasceste na vida sem pai&lt;br /&gt;E da mãe que tiveste com ai...&lt;br /&gt;Sei meu amigo desse teu ar moribundo&lt;br /&gt;Sei, amor que nasceu em ti, tão viçoso e profundo&lt;br /&gt;Sei daquela saudade que nasce em ti tão capaz&lt;br /&gt;E da nostalgia do dia, que querias ter sido audaz!&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida escolheu outro palco para encenares&lt;br /&gt;Desenhando-te já cansado para continuares&lt;br /&gt;E na tela do verbo ser de menino da tua época&lt;br /&gt;Voltar atrás é melodia de sinfonia louca!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, pudera eu amar-te e proteger-te&lt;br /&gt;Afagar-te em mim e merecer-te&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabes? É que também sei&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que em ti já me dei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ao partilharmos a alma&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum de nós jamais sentiria a calma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas quimeras perdidas no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Explodiriam no êxtase do carinho&lt;br /&gt;E deixariam a vida de mansinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes? Sei que sim, que sabes...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia no coração fizemos as pazes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5918410290622344195?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5918410290622344195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5918410290622344195&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5918410290622344195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5918410290622344195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/07/sei-que-sabes.html' title='Sei que sabes...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UendCPKOG9w/ThdyHXwFnxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QRW7-bhQDb8/s72-c/Cor%2Bdo%2Bcora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7783544695001422087</id><published>2011-06-24T21:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:51:36.595+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Tempos reais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVIJ1wFFvIM/TgHGAK8JhqI/AAAAAAAAAm4/m2GDBp040_s/s1600/de%2Bverde%2Bvestida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVIJ1wFFvIM/TgHGAK8JhqI/AAAAAAAAAm4/m2GDBp040_s/s320/de%2Bverde%2Bvestida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620991516174026402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tk6eXyUZOzg/TgHF6BerI-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/jk5IPJhyNSk/s1600/Ameia%2Benfeitada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tk6eXyUZOzg/TgHF6BerI-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/jk5IPJhyNSk/s320/Ameia%2Benfeitada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620991410555266018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Numa ameia cerzida, em taça de vida&lt;br /&gt;Corria tempo da hera em sua guarida&lt;br /&gt;Olhares se cruzavam e entrelaçavam&lt;br /&gt;E a ameia reflectia os que se olhavam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram vozes, eram ais, eram tambores&lt;br /&gt;Os tempos de dentro, outros valores&lt;br /&gt;Eram suspiros e romances de rainhas&lt;br /&gt;Que viram tecer façanhas e ladainhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vieram romanos, vieram lusitanos&lt;br /&gt;Forças medievais, forenses que tais&lt;br /&gt;Dotes de amor, entre seus portais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez estivessem assim como vestais...&lt;br /&gt;Que se desejavam divinais sem enganos&lt;br /&gt;Na origem da vida, a nobreza dos anos?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7783544695001422087?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7783544695001422087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7783544695001422087&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7783544695001422087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7783544695001422087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/06/tempos-reais.html' title='Tempos reais'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVIJ1wFFvIM/TgHGAK8JhqI/AAAAAAAAAm4/m2GDBp040_s/s72-c/de%2Bverde%2Bvestida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-460534310911202361</id><published>2011-05-28T00:28:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:51:48.694+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho de Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jk9y6eZEdkQ/TeA0bt54QII/AAAAAAAAAmk/svhb4M1Epuw/s1600/Anoitecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jk9y6eZEdkQ/TeA0bt54QII/AAAAAAAAAmk/svhb4M1Epuw/s320/Anoitecer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611542786487107714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sonhos, sempre só sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver sem sonhos...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Onde ponho meu ardor&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te vejo meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Na esquina de uma janela&lt;br /&gt;Namoro teu corpo aguarela&lt;br /&gt;Numa rua na multidão&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tu no coração&lt;br /&gt;Numa vaga de mar&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos a naufragar&lt;br /&gt;Numa nuvem do céu&lt;br /&gt;O carinho que me benzeu&lt;br /&gt;Num rio as margens a verter&lt;br /&gt;Sinto teus lábios me humedecer&lt;br /&gt;Na loucura de fogueira acesa&lt;br /&gt;Nasce chama de certeza&lt;br /&gt;Na pétala de uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;Me acho em ti, a mais formosa&lt;br /&gt;Sobre teu manto de colina verde&lt;br /&gt;Sou lua cheia que se perde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sonhos, sempre só sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver sem sonhos...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um dia, quando tudo em mim morrer&lt;br /&gt;Só tu, alado sonho, me farás renascer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-460534310911202361?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/460534310911202361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=460534310911202361&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/460534310911202361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/460534310911202361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/05/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jk9y6eZEdkQ/TeA0bt54QII/AAAAAAAAAmk/svhb4M1Epuw/s72-c/Anoitecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2818245947493998257</id><published>2011-05-16T10:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:24:08.311+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POwN2SIKbxY/TdBVtkp-P-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/jmYyMLIRkyU/s1600/azul%2Bdourado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POwN2SIKbxY/TdBVtkp-P-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/jmYyMLIRkyU/s320/azul%2Bdourado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607075777498464226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como safira a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;como pétala de flor&lt;br /&gt;como arco-íris em cor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como luz de astro rei&lt;br /&gt;como brisa de luar&lt;br /&gt;como vaga de sereno mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como num tudo e nada&lt;br /&gt;acordar simplesmente beijada&lt;br /&gt;por nova madrugada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, após o outro&lt;br /&gt;até um entardecer&lt;br /&gt;no sentir anoitecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas e só...adormecer!&lt;br /&gt;Com coração a descansar&lt;br /&gt;da vida que o fez valer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2818245947493998257?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2818245947493998257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2818245947493998257&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2818245947493998257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2818245947493998257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida.html' title='Vida...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POwN2SIKbxY/TdBVtkp-P-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/jmYyMLIRkyU/s72-c/azul%2Bdourado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3736054296496166976</id><published>2011-04-27T10:01:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:18:11.287+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Sorriso de Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDUcARcl_mc/Tbc2uI9mO1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2bPJKxIshss/s1600/Luz%2Bde%2Bvida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDUcARcl_mc/Tbc2uI9mO1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2bPJKxIshss/s320/Luz%2Bde%2Bvida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600004827966225234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por trás de um corpo enlaçado&lt;br /&gt;Com madeixas de sombra apetecida&lt;br /&gt;És princesa de conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia trouxe luz a uma vida!&lt;br /&gt;És raio de sol, sorrindo pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Que deixa a gente encantada&lt;br /&gt;E por ti, docemente afagada&lt;br /&gt;Como carícia de corpinho de lã...&lt;br /&gt;És vida, sempre sorriso em lema&lt;br /&gt;Levezinha sempre dançando&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu corpinho de açucena&lt;br /&gt;Que elevas feito uma pena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no sol, tuas asas vais dourando...&lt;br /&gt;És e sempre serás a loucura plena&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu um dia para tua mamã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3736054296496166976?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3736054296496166976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3736054296496166976&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3736054296496166976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3736054296496166976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorriso-de-luz.html' title='Sorriso de Luz'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NDUcARcl_mc/Tbc2uI9mO1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/2bPJKxIshss/s72-c/Luz%2Bde%2Bvida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1932639872912949714</id><published>2011-04-21T20:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:32:36.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E74ZCQbLxZk/TbCDF0BFUhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/3ugyKSfxwUY/s1600/P%25C3%25A1scoa%2B2011.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E74ZCQbLxZk/TbCDF0BFUhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/3ugyKSfxwUY/s320/P%25C3%25A1scoa%2B2011.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598118472707297810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-1932639872912949714?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1932639872912949714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1932639872912949714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/04/desejos.html' title='Desejos...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E74ZCQbLxZk/TbCDF0BFUhI/AAAAAAAAAmM/3ugyKSfxwUY/s72-c/P%25C3%25A1scoa%2B2011.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1773579623483168700</id><published>2011-04-16T13:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:44:43.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Toque de cor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFwHpLzDtNU/TaSfgCJu7cI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xBsYjIllN6A/s1600/Baguinho%2Bde%2Barroz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFwHpLzDtNU/TaSfgCJu7cI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xBsYjIllN6A/s320/Baguinho%2Bde%2Barroz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594772009783324098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na esquina da velhinha janela&lt;br /&gt;nascia rebelde florinha singela&lt;br /&gt;que bordava de suave alento&lt;br /&gt;numa brisa em pluma de vento&lt;br /&gt;a melancolia que dentro vivia&lt;br /&gt;numa bruma cheia de fantasia&lt;br /&gt;camuflando a agrura da ironia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade era gotinha de choro&lt;br /&gt;no interior, onde se ouvia em coro&lt;br /&gt;uma sinfonia de cor indefinida&lt;br /&gt;como afinal, era toda a sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual será então, pequenina flor&lt;br /&gt;o verdadeiro toque da tua cor?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-1773579623483168700?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1773579623483168700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=1773579623483168700&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1773579623483168700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1773579623483168700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/04/toque-de-cor.html' title='Toque de cor'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFwHpLzDtNU/TaSfgCJu7cI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xBsYjIllN6A/s72-c/Baguinho%2Bde%2Barroz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5191013809139467844</id><published>2011-03-26T21:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:58:07.498Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zgbaKqlqI4/TY5WCBokOGI/AAAAAAAAAl0/kRc2AtSF2rg/s1600/Tempo....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zgbaKqlqI4/TY5WCBokOGI/AAAAAAAAAl0/kRc2AtSF2rg/s320/Tempo....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588498780411672674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No verde do tapete do tempo&lt;br /&gt;fica um azul desenhado com verdade&lt;br /&gt;pináculo humano do contratempo&lt;br /&gt;desenhando caminhos de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5191013809139467844?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5191013809139467844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5191013809139467844&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5191013809139467844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5191013809139467844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/03/tempo.html' title='Tempo...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zgbaKqlqI4/TY5WCBokOGI/AAAAAAAAAl0/kRc2AtSF2rg/s72-c/Tempo....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-915797957107043470</id><published>2011-03-11T02:02:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:37:27.829Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Voo de asas ao luar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_W2-N7n8pyw/TXQJ66sXtNI/AAAAAAAAAls/y5I-Um3M9LM/s1600/voo%2Blivre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_W2-N7n8pyw/TXQJ66sXtNI/AAAAAAAAAls/y5I-Um3M9LM/s320/voo%2Blivre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581096746011309266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vieste pela noite no teu andar&lt;br /&gt;algo caprichoso, algo misterioso&lt;br /&gt;em grandes vagas de carinho&lt;br /&gt;pousar no meu mar, devagarinho...&lt;br /&gt;Como se a luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;tivesse um segredo escondido&lt;br /&gt;assim tinhas tu teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;meu menino querido!&lt;br /&gt;Sê sempre tu, meu anjo amigo&lt;br /&gt;e em cada fase do teu luar&lt;br /&gt;as asas estarão sempre contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-915797957107043470?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/915797957107043470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=915797957107043470&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/915797957107043470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/915797957107043470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/03/voo-de-asas-ao-luar.html' title='Voo de asas ao luar...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_W2-N7n8pyw/TXQJ66sXtNI/AAAAAAAAAls/y5I-Um3M9LM/s72-c/voo%2Blivre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1792552256412490630</id><published>2011-02-14T12:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:09:09.762Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Que sentimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAn0fy-kCl0/TVcFU5a_HgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wTtfAgf0SEM/s1600/lado%2Ba%2Blado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAn0fy-kCl0/TVcFU5a_HgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wTtfAgf0SEM/s320/lado%2Ba%2Blado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572928920463810050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ao som de música, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;vejo a tarde passar estendida&lt;br /&gt;com um sol de luz estarrecida&lt;br /&gt;e uma saudade não sei do quê&lt;br /&gt;que me deixa em interrogação&lt;br /&gt;me deixa presa ao pensamento&lt;br /&gt;nas vozes de algum lamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sentimento é este meu amor&lt;br /&gt;que trás na melancolia&lt;br /&gt;uma sentida apatia&lt;br /&gt;mistura de cansaço&lt;br /&gt;que não se importa com que faço&lt;br /&gt;mas que brisa aconchega em seu regaço?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sentimento é este meu amor&lt;br /&gt;que me trás na melodia&lt;br /&gt;dentro de uma sinfonia&lt;br /&gt;de acordes de suave solidão&lt;br /&gt;misturada de indefesa ilusão&lt;br /&gt;pautas esquecidas do que a vida é, ou não?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a tarde se vai escondendo&lt;br /&gt;e a música se vai misturando&lt;br /&gt;com a certeza da leveza&lt;br /&gt;contrariando noite de escuridão&lt;br /&gt;iludindo com carente sofreguidão&lt;br /&gt;dando luz a meu suado chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sentimento é este, diz-me coração&lt;br /&gt;tantos dias me vestes de compaixão&lt;br /&gt;e no interior te tornas meu senhor...&lt;br /&gt;- Que sentimento é este, meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(escrito a 06/02/11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-1792552256412490630?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1792552256412490630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=1792552256412490630&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1792552256412490630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1792552256412490630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-sentimento.html' title='Que sentimento...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAn0fy-kCl0/TVcFU5a_HgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wTtfAgf0SEM/s72-c/lado%2Ba%2Blado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3109510507110469738</id><published>2011-01-30T11:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:38:35.392Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Embalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TUQGC7nLsXI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mAjUllgb2n0/s1600/A%2Bluz%2Bnavegando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TUQGC7nLsXI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mAjUllgb2n0/s320/A%2Bluz%2Bnavegando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567581686768316786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na canção de embalar&lt;br /&gt;Oiço liras harpas e violinos&lt;br /&gt;Sinos de campanários&lt;br /&gt;Anunciando suaves hinos&lt;br /&gt;Oiço lírica de luz celeste&lt;br /&gt;Entregue por mão campestre&lt;br /&gt;Que faz sorrir um rio&lt;br /&gt;E de carinho mata o frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o chão de verde se veste&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo suaves águas no seu leito&lt;br /&gt;E o coração, soa baixinho ao seu jeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a vida sossegou num tudo e nada&lt;br /&gt;E tão sã e travessa, me embalou feito fada!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3109510507110469738?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3109510507110469738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3109510507110469738&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3109510507110469738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3109510507110469738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/01/embalo.html' title='Embalo'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TUQGC7nLsXI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mAjUllgb2n0/s72-c/A%2Bluz%2Bnavegando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5827198933701517366</id><published>2011-01-13T13:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:31:44.213Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TS788Iph98I/AAAAAAAAAkI/GtenG-ukwLs/s1600/M%25C3%25A3os.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TS788Iph98I/AAAAAAAAAkI/GtenG-ukwLs/s320/M%25C3%25A3os.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561660699893168066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mãos estendidas, mãos cansadas, mãos carentes&lt;br /&gt;São assim as mãos em clamores ardentes&lt;br /&gt;Não fossem elas mãos do meio de tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;Poesia de um sentir pedinte de coração quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possam lavar-se em mares de gratidão&lt;br /&gt;Possam pisar as ternuras de terno chão&lt;br /&gt;Voando com asas de ave, feito falcão&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando que entrelaçadas sempre se dão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em seus segredos de cansaços e incertezas&lt;br /&gt;Possam ainda enfeitar o carinho de muitas mesas&lt;br /&gt;Com a alma que vão tendo em suas certezas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não te pedem o mundo, nem o universo&lt;br /&gt;Somente que haja paz em cada verso&lt;br /&gt;E as suas rugas somem, todo o amor que está imerso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(escrito a 02/01/2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5827198933701517366?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5827198933701517366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5827198933701517366&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5827198933701517366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5827198933701517366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/01/maos.html' title='Mãos'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TS788Iph98I/AAAAAAAAAkI/GtenG-ukwLs/s72-c/M%25C3%25A3os.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5846249488172029309</id><published>2011-01-03T17:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:22:41.685Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Ao futuro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TR0nC36KSXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/g0Csmsf8uhc/s1600/Incertezas....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TR0nC36KSXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/g0Csmsf8uhc/s320/Incertezas....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556640445566175602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vermelho sangue nas veias correndo&lt;br /&gt;Com baguinhas de cor nas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Nasce assim um novo tempo crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Sem saberes como na vida te amanhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vais secretamente bonança desejando&lt;br /&gt;Com sede de beber de pura condição&lt;br /&gt;Apenas com ansiedade sussurrando&lt;br /&gt;Às veredas, das paredes do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, como é incerto o tempo, o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Como avistas ao longe turva ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tratas mesmo assim com carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantos tempos, quanto do teu chão&lt;br /&gt;Retratas nas feituras do teu ninho&lt;br /&gt;E quanto Amor entregas na tua devoção!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5846249488172029309?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5846249488172029309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5846249488172029309&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5846249488172029309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5846249488172029309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2011/01/ao-futuro.html' title='Ao futuro...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TR0nC36KSXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/g0Csmsf8uhc/s72-c/Incertezas....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1904054195210576981</id><published>2010-12-18T12:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:37:27.745Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TQqVjFTjrvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Is6gPXH9QZk/s1600/Pres%25C3%25A9pio%2BI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TQqVjFTjrvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Is6gPXH9QZk/s320/Pres%25C3%25A9pio%2BI.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551413920639725298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TQqVAHP0L2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/uof7BA0oxok/s1600/Meninos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TQqVAHP0L2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/uof7BA0oxok/s320/Meninos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551413319865479010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Naquele dia fazia tanto frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas nem ele nem ela o sentiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhavam de mão dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dizem que pela estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caminho da terra de além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que diziam chamar-se Belém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não era Maria, nem era José&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nem importa se tinham nome até&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram um menino e uma menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sonhavam com história que ilumina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os fazia cegamente acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serenidade que queriam no seu lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E no doce aconchego da memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter estrelinhas luzentes em sua glória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Natal se anunciasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Um Menino com sorriso abençoasse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É que eles vinham do tempo sem passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E se esse presente lhes fosse ofertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tinham a certeza que o Milagre se daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fosse João, José, Madalena ou Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais no seu lar a fome entraria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E então sim...o Bom Natal jamais faltaria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que encontraram a estrelinha de Belém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela, dos Reis que o Presépio sempre tem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não sei...penso que não...ficava lá tããooo longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem com ajuda de bastão de velhinho monge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Por certo tanto caminharam...no caminho adormeceram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Anjos então farão Milagre que lhes encomendaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Para pelo menos nascer sempre Amor no seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui começa ou termina, a história do meu serão!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serão futuros homens, os meninos em peregrinação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gostaram? Sim...não? Então vá, digam lá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Como gostariam que fosse se não houvesse gente má?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meus amigos, são precisos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar da vida nossos tramados sisos! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que não seja só um sonho que na mão vos ponho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no vosso cantinho do quentinho lar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milagre hoje e sempre, que venha afagar!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOM NATAL e um desejado e risonho PRESENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que venha alegrar o FUTURO e o ponha mais CONTENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PARA NO MUNDO ALBERGAR TODA A GENTE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/250376026106532619-1904054195210576981?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1904054195210576981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=1904054195210576981&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1904054195210576981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1904054195210576981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TQqVjFTjrvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Is6gPXH9QZk/s72-c/Pres%25C3%25A9pio%2BI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5223603107248655043</id><published>2010-12-07T21:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:50:01.617Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deusa mãe'/><title type='text'>Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TPkneL50Z0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/zeZrKVswh2s/s1600/Ouro%2Bsobre%2Bazul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TPkneL50Z0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/zeZrKVswh2s/s320/Ouro%2Bsobre%2Bazul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507815628334914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O ouro a bailar sobre tapete azul&lt;br /&gt;vestiu-se de ausência&lt;br /&gt;e pediu paciência...&lt;br /&gt;A luz volta sempre ao seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;é só saber esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Quanta pode ser a demora&lt;br /&gt;mas coração não chora&lt;br /&gt;porque,&lt;br /&gt;na sua sapiência&lt;br /&gt;aguarda sempre bela aurora!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desculpem-me a ausência nos vossos cantinhos&lt;br /&gt;Voltarei logo que consiga afagar os meus caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Até lá tudo de bom para todos vós&lt;br /&gt;E ficam beijinhos com lacinhos sem nós :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Foto tirada no céu de Novembro...tão lindo, por aqui me lembro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5223603107248655043?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5223603107248655043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5223603107248655043&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5223603107248655043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5223603107248655043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/12/tempo.html' title='Tempo...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TPkneL50Z0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/zeZrKVswh2s/s72-c/Ouro%2Bsobre%2Bazul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2962982399145692609</id><published>2010-11-27T00:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:29:19.302Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><title type='text'>Palavra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TO-yOFuJK-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/bxvNGu10m9A/s1600/Lisboa....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TO-yOFuJK-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/bxvNGu10m9A/s320/Lisboa....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543845621439998946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TO-xeCmVuWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yTIW91Eqf0s/s1600/Al%25C3%25A9m....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TO-xeCmVuWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yTIW91Eqf0s/s320/Al%25C3%25A9m....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543844795968239970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No virar da esquina do céu&lt;br /&gt;na bainha da maré com azul por véu&lt;br /&gt;enfeitada por flor em serra erguida&lt;br /&gt;junto ao ventre de gente querida&lt;br /&gt;espreita como está o mundo&lt;br /&gt;lá longe num infinito sem fundo&lt;br /&gt;e num livro de sonhos escondida&lt;br /&gt;dentro de uma frase esquecida&lt;br /&gt;sem ter um ponto final&lt;br /&gt;apenas numa vírgula pontual&lt;br /&gt;numa página de livro, a passar&lt;br /&gt;que leva seu tempo a virar&lt;br /&gt;arejando as velas em desalento&lt;br /&gt;que passeiam na brisa do vento&lt;br /&gt;com alminha de velho alento&lt;br /&gt;mimando-se feito palavra&lt;br /&gt;só em sonho sua vida se lavra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguarda com desfolhar, de sal de água&lt;br /&gt;com o corpo cheio de mágoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antiga varina no cais da ribeira apregoa&lt;br /&gt;Ai Lisboa, Lisboa, Lisboa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2962982399145692609?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2962982399145692609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2962982399145692609&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2962982399145692609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2962982399145692609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/palavra.html' title='Palavra...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TO-yOFuJK-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/bxvNGu10m9A/s72-c/Lisboa....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2594103172676334047</id><published>2010-11-17T21:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:56:06.152Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Tum...tum...tum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TOROli9kS9I/AAAAAAAAAes/CqSTfHJq2fY/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bem%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio%2Bde%2Bcor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TOROli9kS9I/AAAAAAAAAes/CqSTfHJq2fY/s320/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bem%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio%2Bde%2Bcor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540639848519715794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ouves o murmúrio do silêncio enquanto pensa?&lt;br /&gt;Não? Experimenta fechar os olhos na sua presença...&lt;br /&gt;Agora respira fundo o cheiro de uma flor&lt;br /&gt;E expira um sopro, bailando o pavio da vela&lt;br /&gt;E respira de novo...um incenso de cor amarela...&lt;br /&gt;Vá escuta agora o silêncio...a música em suave tambor&lt;br /&gt;Cadenciada como se fora um tum...tum...tum...&lt;br /&gt;Que se sente rubro calor e não faz barulho nenhum...&lt;br /&gt;E experimenta usar o violeta, o azul celeste...&lt;br /&gt;E todas as cores que o Universo veste...&lt;br /&gt;Vês?! Não custa nada...e quanta paz de que és capaz...&lt;br /&gt;Não, não te distraias...continua a cheirar a flor&lt;br /&gt;Soprando algures, com a brisa a vela do teu interior&lt;br /&gt;Descobre como no silêncio, a música é tão bela&lt;br /&gt;E como podes rodopiar, dançando com ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Quem dera que pudesses ouvir todo mundo desta maneira&lt;br /&gt;E com o sopro do teu silêncio, apagasses a dor da vida inteira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2594103172676334047?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2594103172676334047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2594103172676334047&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2594103172676334047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2594103172676334047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/tumtumtum.html' title='Tum...tum...tum...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TOROli9kS9I/AAAAAAAAAes/CqSTfHJq2fY/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bem%2Bsil%25C3%25AAncio%2Bde%2Bcor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3698642037371175797</id><published>2010-11-10T13:13:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:21:04.051Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Rio de quimeras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TNqampeTFxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/W2vTNkCgu3w/s1600/Paz%2Bno%2BNab%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TNqampeTFxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/W2vTNkCgu3w/s320/Paz%2Bno%2BNab%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537908680564086546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TNqaUYM-N3I/AAAAAAAAAds/5-EBAm0PwV0/s1600/Dan%25C3%25A7ando%2Bno%2BNab%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TNqaUYM-N3I/AAAAAAAAAds/5-EBAm0PwV0/s320/Dan%25C3%25A7ando%2Bno%2BNab%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537908366690367346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que dia este que nasceu tão sombrio&lt;br /&gt;Em que as águas calmas de um rio&lt;br /&gt;Lançam ao pensar um desafio:&lt;br /&gt;- Vem ver o meu curso de água&lt;br /&gt;Vê por onde passa a minha mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Vê como precisam de mim, alvas penas&lt;br /&gt;Entre os remoinhos lembrando açucenas...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que me deixas quando abalas&lt;br /&gt;No meu caudal são casas, sem salas&lt;br /&gt;Num campo aberto de limão capim&lt;br /&gt;Erva cidreira, num regato de jardim&lt;br /&gt;Matam sede, matam fome&lt;br /&gt;E plantinha também dorme&lt;br /&gt;Deixando cheirinho bom a alecrim...&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, rio em quimera na tua corrente&lt;br /&gt;Falas para mim, como se foras gente&lt;br /&gt;Vou dizer ao sol p`ra te vir beijar&lt;br /&gt;Quero nas tuas águas contigo bailar...&lt;br /&gt;E o dia tão sombrio?!&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se luz connosco a brincar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3698642037371175797?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3698642037371175797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3698642037371175797&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3698642037371175797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3698642037371175797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/rio-de-quimeras.html' title='Rio de quimeras'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TNqampeTFxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/W2vTNkCgu3w/s72-c/Paz%2Bno%2BNab%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2963780044372707061</id><published>2010-11-03T11:11:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:36:28.092Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Luz no olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TNBsfNYkxDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4ejZX1YrX8I/s1600/Manh%C3%A3+de+luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TNBsfNYkxDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4ejZX1YrX8I/s320/Manh%C3%A3+de+luz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535043225462817842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os olhos embaciados pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;tendo na luz um efeito de cor sã&lt;br /&gt;num despertar meio ansioso&lt;br /&gt;pelo respirar de dia caprichoso&lt;br /&gt;correndo vida em ar de lenda&lt;br /&gt;como se bailasse em fenda&lt;br /&gt;de um vulcão em plena erupção&lt;br /&gt;onde arde em lava o coração&lt;br /&gt;que procura no seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;a leveza do tic-tac de carinho&lt;br /&gt;percorrendo na imensa multidão&lt;br /&gt;o desejado calor de outra mão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos que encontras no destino&lt;br /&gt;espetados pela dor de qual espinho&lt;br /&gt;e por vezes esmorecem devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;gelados no meio da lava, sem tino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, olhos de coração...inventas tua condição&lt;br /&gt;recordas que o dia ainda agora começou&lt;br /&gt;e até à noite, a luz bafejará a tua absolvição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2963780044372707061?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2963780044372707061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2963780044372707061&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2963780044372707061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2963780044372707061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/11/luz-no-olhar.html' title='Luz no olhar'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TNBsfNYkxDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4ejZX1YrX8I/s72-c/Manh%C3%A3+de+luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7889781359874306156</id><published>2010-10-26T14:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:14:42.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Azul coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TMWNCZv7XNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rVWHOZtzgcg/s1600/boquet+da+natureza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TMWNCZv7XNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rVWHOZtzgcg/s320/boquet+da+natureza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531982789705686226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando os azuis falam em mim&lt;br /&gt;nos folhos da minha camisola&lt;br /&gt;quando olham para mim&lt;br /&gt;e sentem a tristeza que me assola...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas pena coração!&lt;br /&gt;- Sente apenas que entendes&lt;br /&gt;que quando na vida te prendes&lt;br /&gt;se amarra o amor, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;- Os violetas todos, azuis são&lt;br /&gt;e são na saudade, cor carmim&lt;br /&gt;vestidos de suave cetim&lt;br /&gt;e com doçura te envolvem&lt;br /&gt;em perfume de jasmim...&lt;br /&gt;- Pssiuu...não digas nada...&lt;br /&gt;guarda-te arco-íris para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7889781359874306156?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7889781359874306156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7889781359874306156&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7889781359874306156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7889781359874306156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/azul-coracao.html' title='Azul coração'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TMWNCZv7XNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rVWHOZtzgcg/s72-c/boquet+da+natureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2751623954021485471</id><published>2010-10-19T01:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:56:02.575+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Insónias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TLw3ZTdD_UI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T_dVB7Sfz5c/s1600/Luz+na+escurid%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TLw3ZTdD_UI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T_dVB7Sfz5c/s320/Luz+na+escurid%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529355350362553666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No quarto crescente de parede negra&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz brilhante passeava pela cidade&lt;br /&gt;Era hora de Hipnos que alma se entrega&lt;br /&gt;E meus olhos abertos na sua claridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se por motivo se por força de sentido&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração dos deuses não queria abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu me quedava muda, ouvindo o terno gemido&lt;br /&gt;Do silêncio, da luz da lua que brincava comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha sono, não tinha medo, não tinha nada&lt;br /&gt;A barra do lençol, tocava suave a minha face&lt;br /&gt;Florinhas azuis enfeitavam a minh`almofada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o relógio dos dias, o ponteiro acertasse&lt;br /&gt;Com o compasso do coração, na noite calada&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo para a vida, em mim se inventasse!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2751623954021485471?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2751623954021485471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2751623954021485471&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2751623954021485471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2751623954021485471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/insonias.html' title='Insónias'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TLw3ZTdD_UI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T_dVB7Sfz5c/s72-c/Luz+na+escurid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5542800113727905341</id><published>2010-10-11T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:27:21.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Outono em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TLBOBevOOUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VD2HLcNSFKs/s1600/Janelinhas+para+o+Outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TLBOBevOOUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VD2HLcNSFKs/s320/Janelinhas+para+o+Outono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526002530121562434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com o coração rendilhado de pérolas de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo burburinho do piso molhado da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em cheirinho de vindima de fresca uva&lt;br /&gt;Sinto de mansinho, o sol de outono, em claridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E oiço o regato a correr inquieto em vertente&lt;br /&gt;Vejo ondas do meu mar, em seu iodo ondulante&lt;br /&gt;Toco as margens do ar, afago que sinto carente&lt;br /&gt;Das meigas carícias, de um chamado de amante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com os sentidos bailando no meu peito aberto&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que na cortina do meu quarto, fechados&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te meu outono, com pés na terra molhados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E correndo ligeirinho, no meu corpo de verbos cansados&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim a sorrir às chuvas, ternuras a descoberto&lt;br /&gt;E sei em mim, teu sentir é meu sonho de ciclo coberto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5542800113727905341?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5542800113727905341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5542800113727905341&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5542800113727905341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5542800113727905341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/10/outono-em-mim.html' title='Outono em mim'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TLBOBevOOUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VD2HLcNSFKs/s72-c/Janelinhas+para+o+Outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3102827023119151961</id><published>2010-10-04T14:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:53:57.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Simplesmente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TI_FJrGwYSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/gkjzdsgHzd4/s1600/Branco+doce+em+mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TI_FJrGwYSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/gkjzdsgHzd4/s320/Branco+doce+em+mel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516844838532702498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pintei tanta ternura na conjugação do verbo ser...&lt;br /&gt;será que desenhei afago certo, no verbo entender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flor em néctar, doce e perfumado...&lt;br /&gt;e com tanta naturalidade e certeza&lt;br /&gt;se transformando seu todo na Natureza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;sem atropelar presente, futuro ou passado&lt;br /&gt;nas asas de um Ser, em labor desenhado!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3102827023119151961?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3102827023119151961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3102827023119151961&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3102827023119151961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3102827023119151961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/09/simplesmente.html' title='Simplesmente...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TI_FJrGwYSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/gkjzdsgHzd4/s72-c/Branco+doce+em+mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7367091613706851390</id><published>2010-09-23T02:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T02:04:28.268+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua Cheia'/><title type='text'>Sonho meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TJlKNelYAXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_sGgnKKMcdU/s1600/Sonho+meu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TJlKNelYAXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_sGgnKKMcdU/s320/Sonho+meu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519524413727834482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adormeço pedindo a Morfeu&lt;br /&gt;que me deixe beijo teu&lt;br /&gt;em cima de almofada&lt;br /&gt;com uma flor desenhada&lt;br /&gt;e depois ainda a preceito&lt;br /&gt;espreito a Lua a meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;e vejo nela a claridade&lt;br /&gt;que me dança na saudade&lt;br /&gt;e canto aquela melodia&lt;br /&gt;que foi tua prenda um dia&lt;br /&gt;e depois, bem aconchegada&lt;br /&gt;em lençóis de linho deitada&lt;br /&gt;ainda em luz de efeito prata&lt;br /&gt;como fitinha que se desata&lt;br /&gt;na dobra da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse a cinderela&lt;br /&gt;vejo-te em teu cavalo alado&lt;br /&gt;solto na lua, em verde prado&lt;br /&gt;e encanto a minha alquimia&lt;br /&gt;num pote da branda sinfonia&lt;br /&gt;que transforme em puro mel&lt;br /&gt;o som do trote do teu corcel&lt;br /&gt;numa plantação colorida&lt;br /&gt;de flor lilás, pura em magia&lt;br /&gt;e espero por ti...&lt;br /&gt;oh...amado meu...&lt;br /&gt;isto tudo dei eu a Morfeu&lt;br /&gt;e ele se deixou afagar&lt;br /&gt;e só o sonho me devolveu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7367091613706851390?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7367091613706851390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7367091613706851390&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7367091613706851390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7367091613706851390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonho-meu.html' title='Sonho meu'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TJlKNelYAXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_sGgnKKMcdU/s72-c/Sonho+meu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-8591158191455953604</id><published>2010-09-15T20:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:03:58.482+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porquês'/><title type='text'>Choro do céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TJDWzalrn0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Jf3z--woNvk/s1600/Telhados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TJDWzalrn0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Jf3z--woNvk/s320/Telhados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517145722327899970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TJDWzOXNTHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6DXjAe37uqY/s1600/L%C3%A1grimas+do+c%C3%A9u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TJDWzOXNTHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6DXjAe37uqY/s320/L%C3%A1grimas+do+c%C3%A9u.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517145719045966962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nos telhados das nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Caem gotas de orvalho sentidas&lt;br /&gt;O céu, que canta Outono em guaridas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Quantos cantam sorrisos, em lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que se resguardam nas suas cismas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e se escondem debaixo de suaves rimas?!...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Céu que lavas as mágoas, da terra das gentes&lt;br /&gt;Num choro tão teu, diferente do meu, diz-me:&lt;br /&gt;- Porquê telhados tão tristes, outros tão contentes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-8591158191455953604?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/8591158191455953604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=8591158191455953604&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8591158191455953604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8591158191455953604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/09/choro-do-ceu.html' title='Choro do céu'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TJDWzalrn0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Jf3z--woNvk/s72-c/Telhados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-290713297313290705</id><published>2010-09-09T18:18:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:21:18.644+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Coração na brisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TIZHt57BycI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sBrbGcPBs7o/s1600/Movimento+no+vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TIZHt57BycI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sBrbGcPBs7o/s320/Movimento+no+vento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514173647729838530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acrílico em tela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em cada lado de uma saudade&lt;br /&gt;O vai-vem de um sopro em claridade&lt;br /&gt;Que finaliza o fim do Verão&lt;br /&gt;Que fala por mim, assim:&lt;br /&gt;- Teu afago se guarda no coração!&lt;br /&gt;Bordado com a sede de sã ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que no ar somente de visita&lt;br /&gt;Ande em mim, alma de pomba bendita...&lt;br /&gt;Que pensa por mim, assim:&lt;br /&gt;- Porque não pode o sol e a lua&lt;br /&gt;Serem a medalha da face minha e tua&lt;br /&gt;E andarem de mão dada na intimidade&lt;br /&gt;Que é doce modelo, da suave metade?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por nada, não!...responde o eco da ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;- Guarda-me no coração, carinho meu&lt;br /&gt;Que na outra face do ser, já eu tenho o teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ambos assim por dentro, movimento de luz&lt;br /&gt;Afagaremos o caminho da vida que nos conduz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que mal tem?...na brisa teu doce cheiro, sempre vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-290713297313290705?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/290713297313290705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=290713297313290705&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/290713297313290705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/290713297313290705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/09/coracao-na-brisa.html' title='Coração na brisa'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TIZHt57BycI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sBrbGcPBs7o/s72-c/Movimento+no+vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-8346201451820341846</id><published>2010-09-01T13:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:13:10.316+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio'/><title type='text'>Plantinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TH5BdwVs6LI/AAAAAAAAAUc/y6RnydKI-rs/s1600/C%C3%B3leo+violeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TH5BdwVs6LI/AAAAAAAAAUc/y6RnydKI-rs/s320/C%C3%B3leo+violeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511914973396002994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crescendo sem medo, com alimento de terra pura&lt;br /&gt;num verde esperança que é Mãe Natura&lt;br /&gt;o coração bate em tom violeta sem qualquer meta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim tão fresquinha, tão visosa, mimosa&lt;br /&gt;ela se sente das plantinhas viva a mais completa&lt;br /&gt;porque o toque de veludo, é o seu todo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe importa se o mundo é cego, surdo ou mudo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-8346201451820341846?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/8346201451820341846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=8346201451820341846&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8346201451820341846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8346201451820341846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/09/plantinha.html' title='Plantinha'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TH5BdwVs6LI/AAAAAAAAAUc/y6RnydKI-rs/s72-c/C%C3%B3leo+violeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7018151376359178348</id><published>2010-08-26T18:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:18:17.741+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Caminhante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TG04ntPTnSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IJd1usdTU8I/s1600/Arthur%60s+Seat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TG04ntPTnSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IJd1usdTU8I/s320/Arthur%60s+Seat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507120174153833762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TG04TgTDZDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/u89GM_DJRo0/s1600/Edimburgh-15AGO2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TG04TgTDZDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/u89GM_DJRo0/s320/Edimburgh-15AGO2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507119827082503218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quanta beleza na verdade do caminhante&lt;br /&gt;Seu passo de leveza da natureza constante&lt;br /&gt;Descansa pegadas no cimo do monte errante&lt;br /&gt;E reza aos céus, ser palco de música andante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no alto avista as torres, os sons, os infinitos&lt;br /&gt;Borda com a voz em eco, sons de belos gritos&lt;br /&gt;Suave cama verde, são seus lençóis benditos&lt;br /&gt;E os sonhos repousam nos vales, sem conflitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai dolente, tão quente, tão suado, tão amante&lt;br /&gt;Devorando os velhos caminhos do passado&lt;br /&gt;No presente, procura a riqueza do seu achado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, caminhante de pé de bota enfeitado&lt;br /&gt;Saudades levas de mim no teu coração andante&lt;br /&gt;E eu te aguardo, com o meu olhar algo brilhante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(...que a caminhada seja bela enquanto dure&lt;br /&gt;eu aqui te espero, no tempo que ela perdure...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos da minha filhota, lá longe...em caminhada devota :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7018151376359178348?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7018151376359178348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7018151376359178348&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7018151376359178348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7018151376359178348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/08/caminhante.html' title='Caminhante'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TG04ntPTnSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IJd1usdTU8I/s72-c/Arthur%60s+Seat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4623281283709265818</id><published>2010-08-20T13:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:20:43.074+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porquês'/><title type='text'>Metades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TG1hHO-EoCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/LnSM9XLTn2c/s1600/metades+de+mim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TG1hHO-EoCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/LnSM9XLTn2c/s320/metades+de+mim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507164696249409570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dentro do ser da vida vivida&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos e tempos&lt;br /&gt;Uns são de uma tristeza sofrida&lt;br /&gt;Outros de sorrisos sem lamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas qual das metades de mim&lt;br /&gt;Será a parte que ganha e olvida&lt;br /&gt;Qual será a parte, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Que perde por ser esquecida?!&lt;br /&gt;Quantas metades temos nós&lt;br /&gt;Que se dividem e completam&lt;br /&gt;Enlaçadas dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;Quantas são as que vegetam?!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem haja resposta&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque é triste e certa&lt;br /&gt;Mas faz parte de mim, ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;Tantas as vezes, incompleta!&lt;br /&gt;Metades serão então?&lt;br /&gt;Caio em contradição...&lt;br /&gt;Pois as metades terão de ser iguais&lt;br /&gt;Ou não? Fico então pensativa&lt;br /&gt;E o meu conhecer se esquiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o porquê, não procuro mais...&lt;br /&gt;Porque cá dentro da minha rima&lt;br /&gt;Metade existe que sempre anima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4623281283709265818?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4623281283709265818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4623281283709265818&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4623281283709265818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4623281283709265818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/08/metades.html' title='Metades'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TG1hHO-EoCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/LnSM9XLTn2c/s72-c/metades+de+mim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4034905200022659082</id><published>2010-08-13T12:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:32:36.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deusa mãe'/><title type='text'>Simples condão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcN6kEz5_I/AAAAAAAAATc/RIU37z6UIv4/s1600/Ch%C3%A3o+de+cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcN6kEz5_I/AAAAAAAAATc/RIU37z6UIv4/s320/Ch%C3%A3o+de+cor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496377169996408818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcNRmJt7DI/AAAAAAAAATU/65kpyaFFs60/s1600/Ternura+de+crian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcNRmJt7DI/AAAAAAAAATU/65kpyaFFs60/s320/Ternura+de+crian%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496376466179222578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcMXTP3rKI/AAAAAAAAATM/UHQD9Fey5zU/s1600/Amor+em+explos%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcMXTP3rKI/AAAAAAAAATM/UHQD9Fey5zU/s320/Amor+em+explos%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496375464672341154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcLiDkWMXI/AAAAAAAAATE/Gxjp6QFWli4/s1600/Luz+de+Paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcLiDkWMXI/AAAAAAAAATE/Gxjp6QFWli4/s320/Luz+de+Paz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496374549930193266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;com a luz toda por sentido&lt;br /&gt;numa sombra de verde entontecido&lt;br /&gt;soavam-me os chilreios ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a branda paz, tanto de que é capaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num violeta bem vermelhinho&lt;br /&gt;de verde e branco salpicadinho&lt;br /&gt;saltando o pólen em sabor&lt;br /&gt;me beijava uma flor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...era dádiva de sentimento em amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho de nervura de esperança&lt;br /&gt;com o corpo em botão de candura&lt;br /&gt;esperava o tempo em movimento&lt;br /&gt;e libertava versos de ternura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...o nascimento do amor, como criança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com os pincéis da Natureza&lt;br /&gt;que a tela compôs sobre o chão&lt;br /&gt;recortou-se tão pura a beleza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...que uma pétala enfeitou o meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4034905200022659082?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4034905200022659082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4034905200022659082&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4034905200022659082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4034905200022659082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/08/simples-condao.html' title='Simples condão'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TEcN6kEz5_I/AAAAAAAAATc/RIU37z6UIv4/s72-c/Ch%C3%A3o+de+cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7215175983065911366</id><published>2010-08-04T17:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:29:47.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul'/><title type='text'>Marés de segredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TE3m7nOVMjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0ip5hJD2E1U/s1600/Anel+de+espuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498304631905006130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TE3m7nOVMjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0ip5hJD2E1U/s320/Anel+de+espuma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TE3mv8a_pqI/AAAAAAAAATs/FA3_m9TxUaQ/s1600/Meu+sal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498304431436834466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TE3mv8a_pqI/AAAAAAAAATs/FA3_m9TxUaQ/s320/Meu+sal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TE3mhi6O2UI/AAAAAAAAATk/lmDygj3E9O4/s1600/Maresia+bravia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498304184070363458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TE3mhi6O2UI/AAAAAAAAATk/lmDygj3E9O4/s320/Maresia+bravia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onde vais aportar ao cais?&lt;br /&gt;Onde vais tu meu bem, meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Tu não vês nas mudanças das marés&lt;br /&gt;o segredo que te lava os pés?&lt;br /&gt;Olho tão longe, onde ficam vendavais&lt;br /&gt;olho tão perto, mas não vejo sinais&lt;br /&gt;de que anda por azul teu sabor&lt;br /&gt;junto dos golfinhos e algas de cor...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando vais tu ancorar&lt;br /&gt;na barra da minha saia, feita de lapa de luz&lt;br /&gt;que deseja ser berço de teu ninar?!&lt;br /&gt;Que desassossego anda no teu apego&lt;br /&gt;que nas ondas soa como fado em cruz&lt;br /&gt;e se vai assim, todo o meu aconchego?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu querido...apaga a dor desse segredo&lt;br /&gt;e vamos nadar juntos nas tuas ondas sem medo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(25/07/2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(e com este calorzito, como apetece no mar um mergulhito...mas tenham cuidado que os segredos deste Amor, podem aprisionar para sempre e quem não tiver cuidado, ficará preso eternamente...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7215175983065911366?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7215175983065911366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7215175983065911366&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7215175983065911366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7215175983065911366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/07/mares-de-segredo.html' title='Marés de segredo'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TE3m7nOVMjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0ip5hJD2E1U/s72-c/Anel+de+espuma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4712201878655767461</id><published>2010-07-19T18:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:22:41.880+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Diz-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TD7ibOmTgBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/V9fbaj7Riiw/s1600/Varanda+noutra+banda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TD7ibOmTgBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/V9fbaj7Riiw/s320/Varanda+noutra+banda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494077552841687058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Junto a brisas de brumas salgadas&lt;br /&gt;Tantas das minhas lágrimas choradas&lt;br /&gt;Se misturavam com o iodo&lt;br /&gt;Numa mistura de elixir de um todo&lt;br /&gt;Que sarava os meus porquês&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras que tu me lês...&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me porque tem de ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Apartada eu de ti e tu de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que teremos a mesma varanda&lt;br /&gt;Cá deste lado ou lá na outra banda&lt;br /&gt;Com solfejos de maresia nas marés&lt;br /&gt;Que suavizem o caminho de nossos pés...&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me com carinho, com verdade&lt;br /&gt;E com o teu amor mata esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me porque ando triste e sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Nesta multidão que se faz tão asinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me...olhando no meu olhar triste&lt;br /&gt;As loucuras que tu nunca mais viste&lt;br /&gt;Afagando-as com a inquieta imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Que povoa a varanda do teu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...um dia, navegando no deambular do tempo&lt;br /&gt;que eu te abraçarei sem nenhum contratempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4712201878655767461?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4712201878655767461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4712201878655767461&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4712201878655767461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4712201878655767461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/07/diz-me.html' title='Diz-me'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TD7ibOmTgBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/V9fbaj7Riiw/s72-c/Varanda+noutra+banda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7418086807831275285</id><published>2010-07-07T11:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:23:02.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laços'/><title type='text'>Só para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TDJkHi7MSrI/AAAAAAAAASs/YyQLn9e_Sdw/s1600/S%C3%B3+para+ti....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TDJkHi7MSrI/AAAAAAAAASs/YyQLn9e_Sdw/s320/S%C3%B3+para+ti....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490560976514992818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Branco e salgado, verde e temperado&lt;br /&gt;Corrias bravio, pela cor do céu alado&lt;br /&gt;Com música de violinos, feita de areias&lt;br /&gt;Entoavas valsas no cimo de ameias&lt;br /&gt;Soltavas taças de claras em castelo&lt;br /&gt;Entontecias os meus sonhos em novelo&lt;br /&gt;E vinhas ter comigo beijar meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Numa barquinha dentro de seu convés...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, que perfume que soltava na maresia&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo bronzeado pela doce fantasia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E qual som, qual tom, qual toque em condição&lt;br /&gt;De me teres só para ti, num verso sempre à mão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e senti a comoção bater dentro de teu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7418086807831275285?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7418086807831275285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7418086807831275285&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7418086807831275285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7418086807831275285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-para-ti.html' title='Só para ti'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TDJkHi7MSrI/AAAAAAAAASs/YyQLn9e_Sdw/s72-c/S%C3%B3+para+ti....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6439017799799799552</id><published>2010-06-29T17:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:23:59.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Na vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TCodar4uvHI/AAAAAAAAASk/kl96sBDg8eE/s1600/Paz....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TCodar4uvHI/AAAAAAAAASk/kl96sBDg8eE/s320/Paz....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488231440198843506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da terra cheirando a feno e a erva, odores em perfumes&lt;br /&gt;Cheiram-se ao longe da vista, silêncios em queixumes&lt;br /&gt;O sol se derrama nas planícies das suas alvas e íris cores&lt;br /&gt;E eu planto na profundidade do meu estar, todos os amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara visão no céu, de um sossego em paz no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Como se visse no eco do nada, uma troca de um lamento&lt;br /&gt;Visto a seara mansa do tempo com a serenidade do lago&lt;br /&gt;E sinto em mim a doce temperança de um delicioso afago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toco a brisa da amena calma, como um santo unguento&lt;br /&gt;Ao paladar chega o sabor do pão, que saboreio no vento&lt;br /&gt;Que me alimenta na vida, que recebo em sol feito de lume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz interior, apaixonado som na pauta do vigor sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Tão branda, tão suave, maré calma ela em mim se assume&lt;br /&gt;A mãe de todo o meu dizer, que ao Amor na vida se resume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6439017799799799552?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6439017799799799552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6439017799799799552&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6439017799799799552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6439017799799799552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/06/na-vida.html' title='Na vida...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TCodar4uvHI/AAAAAAAAASk/kl96sBDg8eE/s72-c/Paz....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2583886526924811620</id><published>2010-06-17T17:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T17:09:29.123+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Coração cansado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TBpFoUf8DXI/AAAAAAAAASc/vIzRG1JN9RQ/s1600/Bal%C3%A3o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TBpFoUf8DXI/AAAAAAAAASc/vIzRG1JN9RQ/s320/Bal%C3%A3o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483772055276752242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contraído, baralhado e cansado&lt;br /&gt;vejo o meu coração num balão&lt;br /&gt;que estando de paz alimentado&lt;br /&gt;se presta a ser um pacato folião...&lt;br /&gt;não sei se por destino, se por condição&lt;br /&gt;o balão paira e balança no ar&lt;br /&gt;talvez no bailarico da esquina&lt;br /&gt;anime simplesmente uma menina&lt;br /&gt;ou então, com o vento quer dançar&lt;br /&gt;para se enfeitar, saindo pela ruela&lt;br /&gt;qual manjerico a versejar à janela&lt;br /&gt;as quadras da sua colorida prestação...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu que o sinto a desfalecer&lt;br /&gt;a querer brincar na paz do seu viver&lt;br /&gt;tão tonto na festa que canta no seu rodopio&lt;br /&gt;que trás a quietude presa por um fio&lt;br /&gt;sonhar, se torna para ele um desafio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balãozinho de papel, segura-te bem...&lt;br /&gt;acompanha as marchas do teu santo padroeiro&lt;br /&gt;não rebentes, não estoires, mantém-te inteiro&lt;br /&gt;como o devaneio que o coração em ti detém&lt;br /&gt;dá-lhe o teu corpo cheio e ele volta a ser alguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2583886526924811620?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2583886526924811620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2583886526924811620&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2583886526924811620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2583886526924811620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/06/coracao-cansado.html' title='Coração cansado'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TBpFoUf8DXI/AAAAAAAAASc/vIzRG1JN9RQ/s72-c/Bal%C3%A3o+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4448082492254347440</id><published>2010-06-09T18:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:34:22.933+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Meu rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TA_OM4hqIKI/AAAAAAAAASA/JJeNedtiRtE/s1600/Tejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TA_OM4hqIKI/AAAAAAAAASA/JJeNedtiRtE/s320/Tejo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480825992260493474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Junto ao fundo do teu leito sem preconceito&lt;br /&gt;Passeando com os braços feito barbatanas&lt;br /&gt;Deslizando pelo meio das canas da margem&lt;br /&gt;Afagando os peixes que fazem canoagem&lt;br /&gt;Jogando à bola com os seixos&lt;br /&gt;Circulando na volta de onda de eixos&lt;br /&gt;Escorregando por balancés de lodos&lt;br /&gt;Falando a linguagem dos remoinhos todos&lt;br /&gt;Albergando as dores a montante&lt;br /&gt;Afogando as mágoas a jusante&lt;br /&gt;Rio da minha corrente sempre elegante&lt;br /&gt;Eu te navego de dia e de noite, na vertente&lt;br /&gt;Naufragando na preia-mar do teu estar&lt;br /&gt;Com voz de suspiros de sussuros no ar&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor na foz, eu te reclamo a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Rio da minha vida, que te sei sem mentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu rio amado eu te venero, nas veias do meu fado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4448082492254347440?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4448082492254347440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4448082492254347440&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4448082492254347440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4448082492254347440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/06/meu-rio.html' title='Meu rio'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TA_OM4hqIKI/AAAAAAAAASA/JJeNedtiRtE/s72-c/Tejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3848643641628301357</id><published>2010-06-02T20:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:02:18.010+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laços'/><title type='text'>Noites de fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TAZ_S9fKNJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/N0DhLblqO9o/s1600/Muralha+de+%C3%89vora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TAZ_S9fKNJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/N0DhLblqO9o/s320/Muralha+de+%C3%89vora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478205960462414994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eram muralhas de luz, que se acendiam&lt;br /&gt;Nas bermas da noite escura que surgia&lt;br /&gt;Eram brios que tão cedo se escondiam&lt;br /&gt;Não fosse a treva matar, o que se sentia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram perguntas e tantas, sem respostas&lt;br /&gt;Eram entradas e saídas, por altas portas&lt;br /&gt;Era um amor a escorrer dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;Era o sonho de um ser, quase perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo tem um fim no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se vai com o escalar da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E o que era noite passou e fez-se dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a luz que na muralha teve alquimia&lt;br /&gt;Em branda suavidade um só momento&lt;br /&gt;Clareou com festa de rei, em novo dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E a luz amarela no céu se envaideceu&lt;br /&gt;no crepúsculo, sonhou ser sol e enterneceu! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3848643641628301357?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3848643641628301357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3848643641628301357&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3848643641628301357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3848643641628301357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/06/noites-de-fantasia.html' title='Noites de fantasia'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TAZ_S9fKNJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/N0DhLblqO9o/s72-c/Muralha+de+%C3%89vora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6213635743061525570</id><published>2010-05-27T22:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:22:52.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua Cheia'/><title type='text'>Descanso na luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S_2OQ-N6RGI/AAAAAAAAARw/BRUNow8oZ9Y/s1600/Flor+beijo+de+m%C3%A3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S_2OQ-N6RGI/AAAAAAAAARw/BRUNow8oZ9Y/s320/Flor+beijo+de+m%C3%A3e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475689144182785122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na escuridão já se vestia de alva luz&lt;br /&gt;Compunha seus cabelos de cor de prata&lt;br /&gt;Deitava os olhos ao que na vida a seduz&lt;br /&gt;Dormia acordada com seu doar, grata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soltei-lhe um beijo, de mãe e de filha&lt;br /&gt;Na cor do sono que por mim passeava&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei um descanso como serena ilha&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo a pureza que me enlaçava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço uma pausa, olhando a vidraça&lt;br /&gt;Caiu-me uma pétala de luz negaça&lt;br /&gt;Que me atraiu e com ela me fez dançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei se a dormir, se a acordar&lt;br /&gt;Na sua protecção me senti rodopiar&lt;br /&gt;E bebi do mar, da sua gentil graça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6213635743061525570?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6213635743061525570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6213635743061525570&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6213635743061525570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6213635743061525570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/05/descanso-na-luz.html' title='Descanso na luz'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S_2OQ-N6RGI/AAAAAAAAARw/BRUNow8oZ9Y/s72-c/Flor+beijo+de+m%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-356457148947175894</id><published>2010-05-19T20:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:41:07.798+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Às vezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S_LpHVEichI/AAAAAAAAARo/y092pE9Dg0s/s1600/Maluda+-+Lisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S_LpHVEichI/AAAAAAAAARo/y092pE9Dg0s/s320/Maluda+-+Lisboa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472692809333109266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Às vezes corro pelo meu mundo aceso&lt;br /&gt;Numa dor que afasta todo o medo&lt;br /&gt;E cinge a tua ausência num gesto preso&lt;br /&gt;Sem despertar do nosso segredo...&lt;br /&gt;E falo, falo sem termo nem medida&lt;br /&gt;Para a solidão interior da longa avenida&lt;br /&gt;Que é o recanto da alma, minha guarida...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes palmilho léguas dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes presa a um frenesim&lt;br /&gt;Que teço e transformo em sedoso cetim...&lt;br /&gt;E conto as longas esperas, nas esferas&lt;br /&gt;Labirintos em que me embrulho na saudade&lt;br /&gt;E paira por dentro, naquele gesto da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Que traduz a monotonia das minhas esperas...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes já não sei, se era eu que te lembrava&lt;br /&gt;Se és tu, que já me esqueces e nada te recordava...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso, que só às vezes tenho a sensação&lt;br /&gt;Que ao olhar o rosto de um estranho vazio&lt;br /&gt;Encontro quase cem anos de vida, presa por um fio...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes...sabes?! Em Lisboa vejo o Tejo&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as pessoas todas em sério e sombrio cortejo&lt;br /&gt;Subo as calçadas das ruelas antigas&lt;br /&gt;Desço jardins com janelas floridas...&lt;br /&gt;E penso: (só às vezes!) onde guardaste aquele coração&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca mais eu vi em nenhum corpo, desde então?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-356457148947175894?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/356457148947175894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=356457148947175894&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/356457148947175894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/356457148947175894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-vezes.html' title='Às vezes'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S_LpHVEichI/AAAAAAAAARo/y092pE9Dg0s/s72-c/Maluda+-+Lisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-846724893452483201</id><published>2010-05-14T19:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:06:15.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lágrimas'/><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S-2ODd9xOrI/AAAAAAAAARg/WXyGSj1SxME/s1600/Gotinhas+de+chuva.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S-2ODd9xOrI/AAAAAAAAARg/WXyGSj1SxME/s320/Gotinhas+de+chuva.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471185312559479474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cada gotinha tua é um verso de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Lavas e perfumas a terra do teu quintal&lt;br /&gt;E prometes deixar tudo com ar cerimonial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És quem abençoa a vida pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Vou deitar-me em ti, qual lençol de linho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não demores muito a limpeza&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol também quer vir na sua certeza&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero sentar-me com ele à sua mesa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/250376026106532619-846724893452483201?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/846724893452483201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=846724893452483201&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/846724893452483201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/846724893452483201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/05/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S-2ODd9xOrI/AAAAAAAAARg/WXyGSj1SxME/s72-c/Gotinhas+de+chuva.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2201563933903058662</id><published>2010-05-03T15:51:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:51:06.430+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S97cVCksLQI/AAAAAAAAARY/Y4VqO0NHkho/s1600/Pardalitos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S97cVCksLQI/AAAAAAAAARY/Y4VqO0NHkho/s320/Pardalitos.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467049251700485378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Com minha mão a tremelicar os passaritos a desenhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardalitos a trinar, por entre as árvores&lt;br /&gt;Num som bem caprichado e tão repetido&lt;br /&gt;Como se a Primavera lhes doasse ares&lt;br /&gt;No seu andar tão apaixonado e cerzido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir sua sinfonia, como é certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que lhes envia a apaixonada Natureza&lt;br /&gt;Um passo de mansinho pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Se ouve em balada de pedido alento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem pardalito, vem pousar à minha beira&lt;br /&gt;Quero beber de ti esse teu rodopiar&lt;br /&gt;E bordar minha vida com teu estar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem que eu quero aprender a voar&lt;br /&gt;Ter na asa, cantiga assim feiticeira&lt;br /&gt;E namorar como tu, no trigo de uma eira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2201563933903058662?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2201563933903058662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2201563933903058662&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2201563933903058662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2201563933903058662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/05/asas.html' title='Asas'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S97cVCksLQI/AAAAAAAAARY/Y4VqO0NHkho/s72-c/Pardalitos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3862018229731283399</id><published>2010-04-26T17:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:19:05.379+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Cores de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S9WEe_SdLMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6_kRgsFy2PM/s1600/papoila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S9WEe_SdLMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6_kRgsFy2PM/s320/papoila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464419390803750082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem autorizada e " roubada"  ao extinto Folhas da Gaveta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por vezes não sei&lt;br /&gt;se o sangue é vermelho&lt;br /&gt;se é da cor de espelho&lt;br /&gt;que suaviza o mar...&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes não sei&lt;br /&gt;se o sangue é azul&lt;br /&gt;cheiro em rosa de tule&lt;br /&gt;que habita no ar...&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes não sei&lt;br /&gt;se o sangue é branco&lt;br /&gt;como a neve de pranto&lt;br /&gt;que a terra vem afagar...&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes não sei&lt;br /&gt;se o sangue é amarelo&lt;br /&gt;roda de estrela em elo&lt;br /&gt;que o verde faz vibrar...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas uma coisa eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;Só o sinto seiva a correr&lt;br /&gt;vermelho em línquen de águas&lt;br /&gt;num sal branco sem mágoas&lt;br /&gt;subindo céu azul em alquimia&lt;br /&gt;entoando sol, verde sinfonia&lt;br /&gt;em arco-íris de paz a navegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fragilidade a bailar, no seu amimar&lt;br /&gt;e na noite, escorrendo o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;com a luz da lua, no seu bocejar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3862018229731283399?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3862018229731283399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3862018229731283399&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3862018229731283399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3862018229731283399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/04/cores-de-mim.html' title='Cores de mim'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S9WEe_SdLMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/6_kRgsFy2PM/s72-c/papoila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5598256543010216738</id><published>2010-04-20T13:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:13:32.970+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Vida em fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S8yLK6E43EI/AAAAAAAAARI/j7konQKD3uQ/s1600/Fogo+de+Vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S8yLK6E43EI/AAAAAAAAARI/j7konQKD3uQ/s320/Fogo+de+Vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461893467598281794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mergulhei na cova funda do sentido&lt;br /&gt;uni com a amarra da alma a vontade&lt;br /&gt;senti que estava presa na verdade&lt;br /&gt;de um mundo que não tinha nascido&lt;br /&gt;e todo o corpo se contorceu na ansiedade...&lt;br /&gt;enrolando o meu corpo de febre a arder&lt;br /&gt;abracei-me com os meus próprios braços&lt;br /&gt;para fazer desaparecer aquele entristecer&lt;br /&gt;que era um nada, na cabana do viver&lt;br /&gt;de todos os meus derradeiros passos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;querendo apagar do rosto todos os cansaços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morri, feito luz vermelha de feno a arder&lt;br /&gt;com a cidade inteirinha por cenário&lt;br /&gt;desejando acordar, num outro amanhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e vi...dentro de mim, a emoção era campanário&lt;br /&gt;que me abrigava de medos, que a vida fez nascer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5598256543010216738?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5598256543010216738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5598256543010216738&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5598256543010216738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5598256543010216738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/04/vida-em-fogo.html' title='Vida em fogo'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S8yLK6E43EI/AAAAAAAAARI/j7konQKD3uQ/s72-c/Fogo+de+Vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2145280834734052439</id><published>2010-04-13T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:29:12.335+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deusa mãe'/><title type='text'>Quimera de sal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S8M5GHDAK0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yMw5j1gtdog/s1600/Quimera+de+sal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S8M5GHDAK0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yMw5j1gtdog/s320/Quimera+de+sal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459269950436813634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pele sabe, a voz soa, a mente voa&lt;br /&gt;No teu corpo de molhado ensejo&lt;br /&gt;Navego pelas ondas sem que me doa&lt;br /&gt;O mundo das dores que não desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E corre em balada, som de Neptuno&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-o escorrer em meu corpo a arder&lt;br /&gt;Como se esse sal se fundisse uno&lt;br /&gt;Ás vestes de um delfim a adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma harmonia de sensualidades a delirar&lt;br /&gt;Quando meu corpo pelo teu, se sente tocar&lt;br /&gt;Navegando entre as utopias do rochedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te longe, vejo-te perto, vejo-te a medo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ir embora, quero contar-te segredo&lt;br /&gt;A doce quimera a baloiçar em ti, meu desnudar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2145280834734052439?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2145280834734052439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2145280834734052439&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2145280834734052439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2145280834734052439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/04/quimera-de-sal.html' title='Quimera de sal'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S8M5GHDAK0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yMw5j1gtdog/s72-c/Quimera+de+sal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3663345992461133561</id><published>2010-04-07T17:17:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:17:24.169+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Colo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5kDzd4ny3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qVKOYWQbTfE/s1600-h/desejo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5kDzd4ny3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qVKOYWQbTfE/s320/desejo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447389407011654514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desejo tanto e tão intensamente&lt;br /&gt;de tão intensamente que desejo&lt;br /&gt;que o meu intenso o consente&lt;br /&gt;consentindo-o como puro beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste andar assim insistente&lt;br /&gt;insistentemente descontente&lt;br /&gt;não vejo porquê este ensejo&lt;br /&gt;se faz desejo, chama ardente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que procura em desejo imenso&lt;br /&gt;no insistente descontentamento&lt;br /&gt;neste andar assim como no vento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez um tudo e nada que acalento&lt;br /&gt;um desejo puro sal de mar, sedento&lt;br /&gt;ou simplesmente...o teu colo intenso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3663345992461133561?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3663345992461133561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3663345992461133561&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3663345992461133561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3663345992461133561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/04/colo.html' title='Colo'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5kDzd4ny3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/qVKOYWQbTfE/s72-c/desejo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3883066236483699929</id><published>2010-03-30T23:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:50:56.960+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua'/><title type='text'>Fonte de Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S7DEaa81C2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/WdgxgFWM4Fw/s1600/Fonte+de+luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S7DEaa81C2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/WdgxgFWM4Fw/s320/Fonte+de+luz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454075106935769954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olha a pérola miudinha&lt;br /&gt;que corre por carreirinho&lt;br /&gt;como aquela fonte prata...&lt;br /&gt;Vem meu amor acolher&lt;br /&gt;o corpo do meu dizer&lt;br /&gt;debaixo da luz que se aparta...&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, hoje vai ser lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;o sol primaveril vai a fugir&lt;br /&gt;cantando sua amada tocata...&lt;br /&gt;A noite é um corpo de negro&lt;br /&gt;que nos envolve em segredo&lt;br /&gt;e a lua canta uma serenata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois apaixonados...tão afastados&lt;br /&gt;Fulgor...e a maré em som de catarata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3883066236483699929?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3883066236483699929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3883066236483699929&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3883066236483699929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3883066236483699929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/03/fonte-de-luz.html' title='Fonte de Luz'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S7DEaa81C2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/WdgxgFWM4Fw/s72-c/Fonte+de+luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2440245955172907842</id><published>2010-03-25T13:00:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:32:14.698Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho de Amor'/><title type='text'>Sonho de Jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S6td97xEDBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Yh8yFFQ31Ds/s1600/Jardim+Oeiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S6td97xEDBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Yh8yFFQ31Ds/s320/Jardim+Oeiras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452555092458998802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E o anjo alou e ao céu voltou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e a sua ternura ele me deixou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que assim, ando bailarina&lt;br /&gt;Musa de ondas violetas&lt;br /&gt;Com alquimias secretas...&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo de branca batina&lt;br /&gt;Com asas jeito brisa de marfim&lt;br /&gt;Veio sentar-se juntinho de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Pousou em meus sonhos de menina&lt;br /&gt;Toda a graça em quimera bondade&lt;br /&gt;Beijou-me, com néctar sem ter idade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sorri...&lt;br /&gt;carinho intenso como perfume de jasmim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2440245955172907842?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2440245955172907842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2440245955172907842&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2440245955172907842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2440245955172907842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/03/sonho-de-jardim_25.html' title='Sonho de Jardim'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S6td97xEDBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Yh8yFFQ31Ds/s72-c/Jardim+Oeiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-8441158432794192837</id><published>2010-03-19T18:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:25:19.199Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Saudade de anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S6OFitu8OZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/m-uik56CcFA/s1600-h/Saudade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S6OFitu8OZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/m-uik56CcFA/s320/Saudade.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450346805486958994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hoje eu estou parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Assim quase um nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Como a lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que rola em solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas só dentro do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que olha através da janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A chuva, a brisa, feita sentinela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Num quadro de plena apatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Em que não falta utopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dos silêncios medrosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que vêm bem buliçosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje acordei sem anjo por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para afagar o meu deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E tive saudades de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tantas, tantas...que quase morri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/250376026106532619-8441158432794192837?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/8441158432794192837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=8441158432794192837&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8441158432794192837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8441158432794192837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/03/saudade-de-anjo.html' title='Saudade de anjo'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S6OFitu8OZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/m-uik56CcFA/s72-c/Saudade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3568690814029646193</id><published>2010-03-14T12:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:27:18.389Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Amor (fica pertinho)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5kItsNWj0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/r-WX2X5i_jc/s1600-h/Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5kItsNWj0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/r-WX2X5i_jc/s320/Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447394805335625538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não fujas maré de água viva, em chama&lt;br /&gt;Que em fogo lento, tua brisa vai no vento&lt;br /&gt;Fica pertinho de mim, me toca, me ama&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me beber em teu corpo de sustento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fujas luar de Janeiro em corpo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Nesse azul de rosa, que vai no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Deixa junto a mim, sabor maior feiticeiro&lt;br /&gt;Fica pertinho de mim, sê o meu convento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te tanto e mais, em tal envolvimento&lt;br /&gt;Que não sei cantar as trovas do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Só sinto o Verbo a nascer, por dentro a doer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica pertinho de mim, quero de ti beber...&lt;br /&gt;Farei para que no estar, possas entardecer&lt;br /&gt;E só Afrodite suspire no nosso casamento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3568690814029646193?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3568690814029646193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3568690814029646193&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3568690814029646193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3568690814029646193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-fica-pertinho.html' title='Amor (fica pertinho)'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5kItsNWj0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/r-WX2X5i_jc/s72-c/Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5689814250056960669</id><published>2010-03-07T12:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:56:55.309Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Página de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5E9sZrWT_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/cg7M0E62fUE/s1600-h/cores+de+vida.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5E9sZrWT_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/cg7M0E62fUE/s320/cores+de+vida.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445201257483882482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na página aberta de ecrã de branca luz&lt;br /&gt;a letra bordada de romance ponto de cruz&lt;br /&gt;no cimo do livro que leu "era uma vez"&lt;br /&gt;lhe veio lembrança da vida que se fez&lt;br /&gt;evocando aurora, navegando no passado&lt;br /&gt;cresceu, ficou sem nome e cantou seu fado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era azul, era poema, era dor, era solidão&lt;br /&gt;giesta, amor-perfeito, dente-de-leão&lt;br /&gt;era cor de paisagem a suar maresia&lt;br /&gt;que no topo da serra, uma árvore floria&lt;br /&gt;era barro de lama, num corpo com frio&lt;br /&gt;que no tempo do fogo se aninhou e sorriu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo era nada, no cimo de alta alvorada&lt;br /&gt;contando seu tempo, na sebenta amarelada&lt;br /&gt;jardinando na estrada de estreito caminho...&lt;br /&gt;um dia, página aberta de um livro sem lombada&lt;br /&gt;abraçou  pétalas e pedras do amor sozinho&lt;br /&gt;e cantou destino, como deleitoso mosto de vinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5689814250056960669?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5689814250056960669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5689814250056960669&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5689814250056960669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5689814250056960669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/03/pagina-de-vida.html' title='Página de vida'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S5E9sZrWT_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/cg7M0E62fUE/s72-c/cores+de+vida.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6712921935891634711</id><published>2010-03-01T12:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:17:39.575Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sol'/><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S4fpbxWVAmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oIk-yW3xGfg/s1600-h/O+sol+escondido.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S4fpbxWVAmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oIk-yW3xGfg/s320/O+sol+escondido.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442575338013262434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma flor bordada a seda branca no espaço&lt;br /&gt;Tinha dias e dias de cansaço debruçada&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava entre a cor da paz do seu regaço&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar o quente e a luz na sua estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que o sol lhe faltasse todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Porque de vez em quando ele lhe sorria&lt;br /&gt;Mas por vezes eram tantas as fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Que zangado de seus devaneios, ele fugia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sol não te vás embora agora, prometo&lt;br /&gt;Entre estes meus sonhos de flor bordada&lt;br /&gt;Aquietar-me com meus segredos, abrigada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no azul do céu, com a tua cor tão dourada&lt;br /&gt;Flor só será, em branca cor no teu puro leito&lt;br /&gt;Sempre atenta, ao amor carente do meu peito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6712921935891634711?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6712921935891634711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perfil de vermelho armado na luz de dor em cinza&lt;br /&gt;Um rio que convida, num esperar de curta viagem&lt;br /&gt;Um cinzento brumoso, as nuas árvores agoniza&lt;br /&gt;Conversando igual, com vozes doutra margem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pára a vida, numa chuvinha que alumia&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde que parece um texto de sono&lt;br /&gt;Rodando, o barulho do piso é sinfonia&lt;br /&gt;Que se ouve, em lamento de abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E passam fios, passam ventos, passam cinzentos&lt;br /&gt;Passam frios bem entrelaçados dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;E a tarde se deita, com vontade da noite em jeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E corre na velocidade aquele brilho tão perfeito&lt;br /&gt;De uma lágrima que enfeita a chuva em lamentos&lt;br /&gt;E o Tempo diz: - cinza tem também seus momentos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S4KhI_3lgbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tIaGTV7_JSg/s72-c/Fios+frios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5663674908699778130</id><published>2010-02-16T21:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:17:20.037Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porquês'/><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S3qW0Cdw33I/AAAAAAAAAOE/db_SN_6opRU/s1600-h/Pedrinhas+e+conchinhas%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S3qW0Cdw33I/AAAAAAAAAOE/db_SN_6opRU/s320/Pedrinhas+e+conchinhas%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438825320762367858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guardo as pedrinhas todas do meu crescer&lt;br /&gt;Faço com elas a pulseira de um cântico novo&lt;br /&gt;Como se um dia, me pudessem valer...&lt;br /&gt;No afagar que me levará com elas no Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo uma ode a quem faz parte do povo&lt;br /&gt;Uma brisa, um vento, um lamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e um dia...enfeitarei a terra, a quem darei o meu ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5663674908699778130?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5663674908699778130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5663674908699778130&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5663674908699778130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5663674908699778130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/02/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S3qW0Cdw33I/AAAAAAAAAOE/db_SN_6opRU/s72-c/Pedrinhas+e+conchinhas%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1706305414382528996</id><published>2010-02-10T13:31:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:56:27.020Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho de Amor'/><title type='text'>Explosão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S3HFsbrXYpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rYgoDo53xwg/s1600-h/explos%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S3HFsbrXYpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rYgoDo53xwg/s320/explos%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436343592347460242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acrílico em tela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;explosão de cor no meu sentido interior&lt;br /&gt;como o sol a desenhar arco-irís de amor&lt;br /&gt;vindo da noite, que sonhava sem luz&lt;br /&gt;docemente em arco que se seduz&lt;br /&gt;cresceu quente e ganhou verde amor&lt;br /&gt;abriu as fronteiras de alma em flor&lt;br /&gt;e desfazendo algum mal da vida&lt;br /&gt;limpou a dor, como se fosse ferida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não sei como depois ficou meu ser&lt;br /&gt;porque da explosão, nasceu adormecer&lt;br /&gt;nas asas da luz que transbordou&lt;br /&gt;a faísca do sentir em brasa acalmou&lt;br /&gt;e o frio que era tanto e tão espinhoso&lt;br /&gt;como magia, feito clarão gracioso&lt;br /&gt;aqueceu meus pés, aqueceu meu coração&lt;br /&gt;e fiquei a dormir, como se fosse alucinação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tão quieta fiquei na senda de Morfeu&lt;br /&gt;que até seu pai Hipnos, se enterneceu&lt;br /&gt;me deixou dormir, no meio de ébano em flor&lt;br /&gt;e eu cresci dentro do sonho, segredando amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-1706305414382528996?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1706305414382528996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=1706305414382528996&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1706305414382528996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1706305414382528996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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aniversários (dizem) são quando se faz anos disto ou aquilo. Hoje, e para ser diferente e porque haverá por aí muita gente que provavelmente se interrogará: - será que ela escreve uma palavrita a direito, sem lá a enfeitar com a rima? - vim de forma corrida...ah, mas não prometo deixar de rimar…quando se começa, é difícil terminar! :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E…troco pela minha rima, um sorriso aqui e ali, numa alma cansada, uma dor mal amanhada, um desafio à vida, numa lágrima perdida…enfim, quando criei este espaço, trazia na ideia o desejo de partilhar os versos, com que tanto me identifico, que escrevo quando medito, que escrevo no tempo, que já nem sei se tem tempo que não sabia escrever…sei que a maior parte dos meus visitantes compreende o que falo…digo que sei, porque muitos aprendi a respeitar pela sua maneira de ser e de se expressar…sim, porque aqui só usamos a palavra e pouco mais…e porque já diria alguém: - “em cada palavrinha escrita, deixamos um pedacito da nossa pele” - e por isso hoje decidi então deixar por aqui ao abandono da ideia, sem ter de pensar em rima para ela, a minha pura dedicação e o meu muito obrigada a todos que ao longo deste ano, foram uma companhia querida. Uns permaneceram, outros chegaram e partiram, outros resolveram apenas passar em silêncio…afinal a todos tenho de agradecer! Pouquitos mas muito bons, tenho a dizer! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: arial;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CIsabel%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBRIGADA PELO CARINHO QUE ME TÊM DADO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Ah, essa aí de cima sou eu, junto do Mar claro, podia lá ser de outra forma?!:)…o Sal tempera e como lágrimas eu deito tantas, na minha pura “lamechice”, onde melhor “enterrá-las” do que no sítio mais temperado que banha a terra num sussurro tão “poetizado”?!…e vou, que se faz tarde…e vou tentar não desapontar…afinal tudo tem um propósito...trocar poesia, pela vossa alegria e simpatia…e dar a esse espaço de troca, a Paz que temos na mão e deixamos fugir sem dar conta, aí pelos atalhos…pois que seja e fique, com muito doce no coração! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E fica meu beijo, a todos que cruzaram as portas do “baile” como uma dança de salão!...umas vezes valsa, outras tango, outras milonga…e porque não moderna, folclore, quizomba…mas sempre dançando com uma flor que deixa no ar o perfume do carinho, salpicado por amor!...seja hoje, amanhã ou quando for…seja!…um dia se terminar espero ser com uma chave de ouro, em que guardarei tudo dentro de minha arca como se se tratasse de um tesouro!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5517021577955787258?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5517021577955787258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5517021577955787258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5517021577955787258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5517021577955787258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-o-baile-faz-um-anito.html' title='E o &quot;baile&quot; faz um anito!...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S2q9vKwYASI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ZUgm2phxQL0/s72-c/Guincho+Nov2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-8171148287452134707</id><published>2010-02-05T14:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:43:11.665Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deusa mãe'/><title type='text'>Raminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S2q6iTtMBrI/AAAAAAAAANs/736cdKW9Zcc/s1600-h/Raminho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S2q6iTtMBrI/AAAAAAAAANs/736cdKW9Zcc/s320/Raminho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434360998944048818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raminho cinza, raminho nascendo&lt;br /&gt;Vou esperar aqui sentada, teu sentir&lt;br /&gt;Um verde se vê já em ti crescendo&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero ver teu corpo a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda se houve o vento a segredar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda formiga o frio que se faz bramir&lt;br /&gt;Mas já tu sentes na seiva a germinar&lt;br /&gt;Como a mãe da terra te vai vestir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero estar por perto raminho cinza&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver teus olhinhos verdes a delirar&lt;br /&gt;Depois os olhos de meu saber, comparar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei raminho cinza, raminho que encinza&lt;br /&gt;Se troco a tua cor, pelos meus a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Se espero, tua frescura me venha logo enfeitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-8171148287452134707?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/8171148287452134707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=8171148287452134707&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8171148287452134707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8171148287452134707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/02/raminho.html' title='Raminho'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S2q6iTtMBrI/AAAAAAAAANs/736cdKW9Zcc/s72-c/Raminho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-667675307032077790</id><published>2010-01-30T22:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:14:28.266Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua Cheia'/><title type='text'>Mensagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S2Squq0NfqI/AAAAAAAAANk/5w9h8aSGAHI/s1600-h/Lua+Cheia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S2Squq0NfqI/AAAAAAAAANk/5w9h8aSGAHI/s320/Lua+Cheia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432654769259642530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No tecto do céu espreito tanta vez&lt;br /&gt;Na procura de meus eternos porquês&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando espreitei e tão linda te vi&lt;br /&gt;Julguei que cantavas e de alegria sorri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei lá no fim de outras bandas&lt;br /&gt;Outro alguém que também te olha assim&lt;br /&gt;Fiz as contas, como tu no céu andas&lt;br /&gt;E achei que meu amor pensava em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que teu feitiço é grande, não sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas certo é, que o céu me trás o teu recado&lt;br /&gt;E fico eu tão serena, pensamento enamorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua feiticeira, leva esta mensagem a meu amado&lt;br /&gt;Não o acordes!  - diz-lhe que com amor o beijei&lt;br /&gt;E saudade que vai contigo, em estrelinha eu deixei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-667675307032077790?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/667675307032077790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=667675307032077790&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/667675307032077790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/667675307032077790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/01/mensagem.html' title='Mensagem'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S2Squq0NfqI/AAAAAAAAANk/5w9h8aSGAHI/s72-c/Lua+Cheia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6511896592464660911</id><published>2010-01-25T14:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:45:06.664Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lágrimas'/><title type='text'>Gotinhas de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S12kCEHVC4I/AAAAAAAAANc/hlfBmHLYvb4/s1600-h/Cristal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S12kCEHVC4I/AAAAAAAAANc/hlfBmHLYvb4/s320/Cristal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430677081049860994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Qual gotinha de cristal, se debruçavam&lt;br /&gt;de duas varandas que enfeitavam...&lt;br /&gt;- não, não tinham janelas, nem cinderelas!&lt;br /&gt;tinham apenas um olhar, somente delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também não eram de chuva, nem fonte&lt;br /&gt;nem do mar sabiam o seu horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;eram apenas gotinhas e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;preciosas só na origem de seus ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim, que caíram devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;das varandas que enfeitavam em beirais&lt;br /&gt;um toque suave, um gemido, nada mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sua queda qual balada de mansinho&lt;br /&gt;como o soar de piar de belos pardais&lt;br /&gt;enfeitaram coração, ao som de seus ideias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6511896592464660911?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6511896592464660911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6511896592464660911&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6511896592464660911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6511896592464660911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/01/gotinhas-de-cristal.html' title='Gotinhas de cristal'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S12kCEHVC4I/AAAAAAAAANc/hlfBmHLYvb4/s72-c/Cristal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2969226768060762162</id><published>2010-01-19T23:32:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:33:44.332Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Não, hoje não</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S1YuLAIgedI/AAAAAAAAANU/Wh88VlegG-o/s1600-h/sol+e+l%C3%A1grima.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S1YuLAIgedI/AAAAAAAAANU/Wh88VlegG-o/s320/sol+e+l%C3%A1grima.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428577167390833106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na janela entreaberta já o sol aparecia&lt;br /&gt;nos braços dos cortinados desenhados&lt;br /&gt;ele se pendurava e parecia que sorria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto cansaço adornava a minha apatia&lt;br /&gt;um querer do ser, os sentimentos parados&lt;br /&gt;dia que sorria, era minha noite que sentia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconcheguei-me ao sorriso do sol envergonhado&lt;br /&gt;deixei que a lágrima limpasse a fadiga&lt;br /&gt;e fosse sem eira, nem beira, a dor p`ra outro lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, como tem dias que nos julgamos tão fúteis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Míseros, sem préstimo, os seres mais desolados&lt;br /&gt;e sem o sol...os sentidos vão ficando apagados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nossos amores tão desapegados e inúteis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roda aquela velhinha vadia, deprimente angústia&lt;br /&gt;viaja na carruagem do caminho, sem serventia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, hoje não...não te quero companhia na minha estrada&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te longe...desce já! Na paragem escolhe outra morada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá bem longe!...sem raminho, sem menino, sem água da fonte&lt;br /&gt;Lá para trás...do mais longínquo horizonte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2969226768060762162?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2969226768060762162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2969226768060762162&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2969226768060762162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2969226768060762162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-hoje-nao.html' title='Não, hoje não'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S1YuLAIgedI/AAAAAAAAANU/Wh88VlegG-o/s72-c/sol+e+l%C3%A1grima.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5629381106524532401</id><published>2010-01-12T12:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:27:16.582Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flor de Amizade'/><title type='text'>Frio cheio em calor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S0xoleFvlbI/AAAAAAAAANM/Qp9OYLvshto/s1600-h/Ovelhinha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S0xoleFvlbI/AAAAAAAAANM/Qp9OYLvshto/s320/Ovelhinha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425826644016207282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje tenho frio, tanto frio desenhado&lt;br /&gt;que trago num robe branco enfeitado&lt;br /&gt;com a pura lã, feita algodão&lt;br /&gt;uma poção de calor entranhado&lt;br /&gt;num interior que me aquece o coração...&lt;br /&gt;Trago no meio do frio, uma vela acesa&lt;br /&gt;para iluminar com mestria a Natureza&lt;br /&gt;e afagar com carinho algum senão&lt;br /&gt;que ilumina o caminho da mão...&lt;br /&gt;E vai iluminar o meu grande desejo&lt;br /&gt;de levar, qual calor de puro beijo&lt;br /&gt;a quem está a crescer na ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;que vive a solidão, da qual cidade...&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo, tão perto e tão longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;que tem dias em que o frio é tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;que  poção vem, em forma de poesia&lt;br /&gt;e faz nascer sentimento, na alquimia&lt;br /&gt;entregando ao seu destino, uma flor&lt;br /&gt;que passeia no frio, dentro do meu calor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e na doce melodia...canta uma ode o pastor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5629381106524532401?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5629381106524532401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5629381106524532401&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5629381106524532401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5629381106524532401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/01/frio-cheio-em-calor.html' title='Frio cheio em calor'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S0xoleFvlbI/AAAAAAAAANM/Qp9OYLvshto/s72-c/Ovelhinha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1802400276999585555</id><published>2010-01-06T20:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:44:27.892Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Lá...faz de conta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S0OmalPtWXI/AAAAAAAAANE/xKDtOtJyg9Q/s1600-h/L%C3%A1...no+faz+de+conta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S0OmalPtWXI/AAAAAAAAANE/xKDtOtJyg9Q/s320/L%C3%A1...no+faz+de+conta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423361351889017202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lá no fim do nunca, no meio do faz de conta&lt;br /&gt;Para onde outrora, a memória reside e aponta&lt;br /&gt;Assistem lembranças, do carinho das crianças&lt;br /&gt;E na roda da ciranda bela, giram temperanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não sei se por magia, tempo ou saudade&lt;br /&gt;Vêm à memória as brincadeiras da doce idade&lt;br /&gt;Patinam escondidas, pelos muros desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Na falta da suavidade, de uma doce liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solta-se o nosso grito, tão surdo, oculto e mudo&lt;br /&gt;Que trepa num aparato, feito de nada e de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Servindo o nosso tempo ilusão, caminhos ledos&lt;br /&gt;E a gente cresce, enfrentando segredos e medos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E carregando as mágoas do amarrotado coração&lt;br /&gt;Vêm-se os sonhos almejados, varridos pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Procurando no desespero, suavidade em doce mão&lt;br /&gt;E na lágrima que cai, a procura de algum perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E condimentando, canto onde se esconde a magia&lt;br /&gt;Em regato, saltita o sangue em terra húmida e fria&lt;br /&gt;E esquece-se a dor, embrulhando mel, a cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no fim do nunca, no meio do faz de conta&lt;br /&gt;Para onde um sorriso, ainda se afoita e apronta&lt;br /&gt;Lá, onde o nunca é quase tudo e o nada se remonta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá...o faz de conta num coração de poesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-1802400276999585555?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1802400276999585555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=1802400276999585555&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1802400276999585555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1802400276999585555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2010/01/lafaz-de-conta.html' title='Lá...faz de conta'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/S0OmalPtWXI/AAAAAAAAANE/xKDtOtJyg9Q/s72-c/L%C3%A1...no+faz+de+conta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5996337593872688530</id><published>2009-12-31T20:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:20:51.046Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua Cheia'/><title type='text'>Luar escondido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sz0Ff0arkiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yqlxbwmrhsk/s1600-h/Sonho+azul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sz0Ff0arkiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yqlxbwmrhsk/s320/Sonho+azul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421495570628579874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acrílico sobre cartão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Ano 2010 para todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Luar que chegas escondido, minha luz encantada&lt;br /&gt;Que iluminas um nosso final, uma nossa chegada&lt;br /&gt;Lua Cheia, ilumina nossa numérica passagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos que vêm, dos que estão, desta nossa viagem&lt;br /&gt;Luar de fim de Dezembro, cântico de Janeiro primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que durma suave no céu, nosso mundo inteiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5996337593872688530?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5996337593872688530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5996337593872688530&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5996337593872688530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5996337593872688530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/12/luar-escondido.html' title='Luar escondido'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sz0Ff0arkiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yqlxbwmrhsk/s72-c/Sonho+azul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3695654945331451166</id><published>2009-12-18T17:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:28:41.700Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flor de Amizade'/><title type='text'>Um sorriso para ti, para ti e para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SyooNksCBLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2nfps7NV6hI/s1600-h/meu+sorriso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SyooNksCBLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2nfps7NV6hI/s320/meu+sorriso.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416185715518211250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu tinha um sorriso assim&lt;br /&gt;e sonhava que morava em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando as estrelas cantavam e os olhos brilhavam&lt;br /&gt;quando era a melhor prenda, carinho que me davam&lt;br /&gt;era mundo lindo na quimera nascida, feito de marfim&lt;br /&gt;todas as gentes se uniam, em doce sorriso carmim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando eu tinha um sorriso assim...&lt;br /&gt;sorriso que encontrei na aurora do fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo de outrora, que guardei...e vos entrego agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3695654945331451166?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3695654945331451166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3695654945331451166&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3695654945331451166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3695654945331451166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-sorriso-para-ti-para-ti-e-para-ti.html' title='Um sorriso para ti, para ti e para ti...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SyooNksCBLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2nfps7NV6hI/s72-c/meu+sorriso.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3355323973827213096</id><published>2009-12-11T16:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:21:33.965Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Promessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SyARmYfwpwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jVpupwYm-1c/s1600-h/manto+violeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SyARmYfwpwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jVpupwYm-1c/s320/manto+violeta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413346103207700226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando as culpas necessitam de um corpo&lt;br /&gt;E as vestes da alma habitam em desencanto&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo que me invade está só e morto&lt;br /&gt;E margens de segredo são lágrimas de canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o pensamento em desalento chora&lt;br /&gt;E os dias passam despidos de vida, vivida&lt;br /&gt;Quando o coração por momentos não mora&lt;br /&gt;E os sentidos adormecem na crosta da ferida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor o teu ombro anseio&lt;br /&gt;Na culpa que veste a alma de encanto&lt;br /&gt;Passeio a ilusão e partilho teu espanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor deita-me no teu seio&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que lave a ansiedade no enleio&lt;br /&gt;Prometo, um só segundo serei teu manto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3355323973827213096?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3355323973827213096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3355323973827213096&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3355323973827213096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3355323973827213096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/12/promessa.html' title='Promessa'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SyARmYfwpwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jVpupwYm-1c/s72-c/manto+violeta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6602984948544772915</id><published>2009-12-03T23:32:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:38:17.205Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Cálido olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sxe4cfVk9UI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y9-dW4Amv0I/s1600-h/frio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sxe4cfVk9UI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y9-dW4Amv0I/s320/frio.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410996276896789826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aqueles olhinhos humildes me olhavam&lt;br /&gt;Na sua tez pálida e triste, alma escrava&lt;br /&gt;Vestidos como a noite escura brilhavam&lt;br /&gt;Só a luz da lua, no seu segredo igualava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estendi os dedos um pouco a medo de magoar&lt;br /&gt;Pois não sabia, como acariciar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tão triste e só, me falava aquele seu tenro olhar&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me indefesa, na procura de algum perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto um só instante, ser a luz que iluminasse&lt;br /&gt;Queria enfim, pedir ajuda a toda a gente que passasse&lt;br /&gt;A ternura e sustento, daqueles olhos que hipnotizavam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem brilho na dor da ilusão, meus olhos acompanhavam&lt;br /&gt;Pobreza, a que jamais esquecerei porque me desafiavam&lt;br /&gt;Cálido pedido: -  que o mundo efémero, todo se emendasse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6602984948544772915?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6602984948544772915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6602984948544772915&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6602984948544772915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6602984948544772915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/12/calido-olhar.html' title='Cálido olhar'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sxe4cfVk9UI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y9-dW4Amv0I/s72-c/frio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-8149721812536626299</id><published>2009-11-27T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:01:16.754Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vozes'/><title type='text'>Voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sw0bwfKqNmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Rdlb3ak8bNk/s1600/A+voz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sw0bwfKqNmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Rdlb3ak8bNk/s320/A+voz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408009247355713122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agora que o sol já saiu a passear&lt;br /&gt;E a noite veio na voz, em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Agora que a luz da candeia acende&lt;br /&gt;E o silêncio da vida se surpreende&lt;br /&gt;Agora meu bem...é só escutar...&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir baixinho a voz do velho mar&lt;br /&gt;Como se a vida toda fosse breve estar...&lt;br /&gt;Não, não oiças os meus soluços&lt;br /&gt;São apenas ternuras de impulsos&lt;br /&gt;Que ao mar, meus olhos gostam de dar...&lt;br /&gt;Ouve os seixos, meus sorrisos a marulhar&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-te embalar....as vagas das marés&lt;br /&gt;Que suavizam o corpo, beijando os teus pés&lt;br /&gt;No meu mar tão azul, branco véu, céu de tule...&lt;br /&gt;Ouves meu bem?... é só escutar...&lt;br /&gt;A voz...na noite em que não havia luar&lt;br /&gt;Com meu sorriso chegava, para te embalar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-8149721812536626299?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/8149721812536626299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=8149721812536626299&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8149721812536626299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8149721812536626299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/11/voz.html' title='Voz'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sw0bwfKqNmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Rdlb3ak8bNk/s72-c/A+voz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-63400982523359489</id><published>2009-11-20T16:16:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:38:05.875Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SwbBrjAZCKI/AAAAAAAAAME/wvAuS_Cvjjs/s1600/P5050008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SwbBrjAZCKI/AAAAAAAAAME/wvAuS_Cvjjs/s320/P5050008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406221356580276386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BOM FIM DE SEMANA PARA TODOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Terei de fazer intervalo que o pc está doente e ainda não sei como tratá-lo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Deixo meu beijo enfeitado pela flor -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-63400982523359489?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/63400982523359489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/63400982523359489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/11/bom-fim-de-semana-para-todos-terei-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SwbBrjAZCKI/AAAAAAAAAME/wvAuS_Cvjjs/s72-c/P5050008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-327134956604256008</id><published>2009-11-11T00:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:31:50.310Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho de Amor'/><title type='text'>Cavalo branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Svn8QVHcfKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tqlReTnuu_o/s1600-h/Meu+cavalo+branco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Svn8QVHcfKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tqlReTnuu_o/s320/Meu+cavalo+branco.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402626585484098722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nas crinas tinha tranças alvas prateadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nas patas uns cascos puros de ouro anilado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Seu trotar era cantar de estrelas aladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Focinho tinha beijo, de sonho desenhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Era o branco, mais branco, feito de luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Um relinchar tão belo, como se ária fosse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A lágrima de prata, num sagrado altar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A ternura de um sentir, do mel mais doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Não sei se a alguém, aparecia ao amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Porque tanta era a vez, que o via ao anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Um vulto que me cegava, ledo me encantava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ah, fosse eu supernova de azul, em abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Faria que ele trotasse, sempre comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Menina que fui, ainda hoje o acompanhava!&lt;/span&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/250376026106532619-327134956604256008?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/327134956604256008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=327134956604256008&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/327134956604256008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/327134956604256008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/11/cavalo-branco.html' title='Cavalo branco'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Svn8QVHcfKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tqlReTnuu_o/s72-c/Meu+cavalo+branco.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2428033470911427494</id><published>2009-11-03T21:12:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:15:12.796Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Sabes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Su7uFz1jGzI/AAAAAAAAALs/9X4OaCIVxTU/s1600-h/de+Monsaraz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Su7uFz1jGzI/AAAAAAAAALs/9X4OaCIVxTU/s320/de+Monsaraz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399514786845367090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sabes?...fazes-me falta, sabes?&lt;br /&gt;Naqueles dias, que furtivos sabias...&lt;br /&gt;Agora...agora já não...já não me vias!&lt;br /&gt;Eram olhares, eram fadigas repartidas&lt;br /&gt;E os nossos braços afastados&lt;br /&gt;E depois, tão escondidos...abraçados!&lt;br /&gt;Sabes?...sei que sabes...&lt;br /&gt;É no silêncio que me cantas suaves odes&lt;br /&gt;Sei, sabes...sabes, mas não podes!&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mal...fazes-me falta!&lt;br /&gt;E isso que importa? Se meu coração salta&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso nos teus braços à minha volta...&lt;br /&gt;Importa? Não...claro que não&lt;br /&gt;Também sei, o quanto o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Chorou tanta vez, à minha porta!&lt;br /&gt;Então...fazes-me falta, sabes?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudade de te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Quando me chamavas miúda&lt;br /&gt;E minhas lágrimas limpavas&lt;br /&gt;Da minha tez branca e sisuda...&lt;br /&gt;E tu?...quem te contava os segredos&lt;br /&gt;Que tinhas escondidos nos teus medos?&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos-nos falta...e então?!&lt;br /&gt;Sabes...um dia, sonhei que também sonhavas...&lt;br /&gt;E que abraçávamos a falta, no meio de rubras lavas&lt;br /&gt;Lá no horizonte, num dia de Agosto&lt;br /&gt;Onde as lágrimas sabiam a doce mosto&lt;br /&gt;E a tua mão procurava a minha&lt;br /&gt;Lá, no fim...sabes?...castelo de rei e rainha...&lt;br /&gt;Sei...fui eu que me afastei...sabes, menino crescido?&lt;br /&gt;Um de nós, escolheu o sonho...um sonho enternecido!&lt;br /&gt;O outro? O outro vive, quem sabe... por aí adormecido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2428033470911427494?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2428033470911427494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2428033470911427494&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2428033470911427494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2428033470911427494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabes.html' title='Sabes...'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Su7uFz1jGzI/AAAAAAAAALs/9X4OaCIVxTU/s72-c/de+Monsaraz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-1803154092308943934</id><published>2009-10-26T23:43:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:55:41.731Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua Cheia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua'/><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SuXq2_eDHvI/AAAAAAAAALk/edaXfIcyRDc/s1600-h/Lua.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SuXq2_eDHvI/AAAAAAAAALk/edaXfIcyRDc/s320/Lua.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396977958944710386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ó lua nova que partiste, do cantinho teu&lt;br /&gt;Não vás embora, sem te despedires no céu&lt;br /&gt;Não vês que estou aqui sozinha, esperando&lt;br /&gt;Notícias de um luar, que me vai tardando...&lt;br /&gt;Vou deitar-me agora, lua feiticeira&lt;br /&gt;Tenho junto a mim, janela à cabeceira&lt;br /&gt;Um silêncio, que crescente vai chorando&lt;br /&gt;Na saudade, que fica no céu esperando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansiando o brilho da vela, de casa cheia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lua tão bela, no mar cantinho de sereia&lt;br /&gt;Lua feiticeira das marés, que poetizas&lt;br /&gt;Vem dizer porque tardam tuas brisas&lt;br /&gt;Pedacinho de queijo, alvo doce em pão&lt;br /&gt;Metade de sabor, que se come ao serão&lt;br /&gt;Quando te venero, quando te espero&lt;br /&gt;Falsas noites que entrançam o desespero&lt;br /&gt;Vem lua cheia, vem depressa que te quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tu, no céu em castelo, espreitas por ameia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem lua cheia, é preciso que guies com carinho&lt;br /&gt;Aquela menina, que se perde no seu caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-1803154092308943934?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/1803154092308943934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=1803154092308943934&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1803154092308943934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/1803154092308943934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/10/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SuXq2_eDHvI/AAAAAAAAALk/edaXfIcyRDc/s72-c/Lua.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4642365676146406533</id><published>2009-10-20T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:23:56.690+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Beijo da manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/StobLWgp-0I/AAAAAAAAALc/7w7TcAssQDM/s1600-h/Manh%C3%A3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/StobLWgp-0I/AAAAAAAAALc/7w7TcAssQDM/s320/Manh%C3%A3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393653385564650306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com raminho de salsa e hortelã&lt;br /&gt;Atado com um pedacinho de lã&lt;br /&gt;Perfumei o teu beijo de Outono&lt;br /&gt;Que me chegou pela manhã!&lt;br /&gt;Tinha um suave toque de veludo&lt;br /&gt;A doce brisa de um vento mudo&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-o atado, sem abandono...&lt;br /&gt;Era um beijo, cheio de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do laço que o apertou&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se preso e chorou&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu beijo de perdição&lt;br /&gt;Tanto padeces por quem te amou!&lt;br /&gt;Não, assim não, não te prendo&lt;br /&gt;Não te compro, nem te vendo&lt;br /&gt;Vou levar-te ao vale do coração&lt;br /&gt;Solto, terás portas abertas, querendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te soltares em mim, no aconchego&lt;br /&gt;Com suave toque, ao pé de ti me chego&lt;br /&gt;Beijo, que me coroaste em suave manhã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4642365676146406533?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4642365676146406533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4642365676146406533&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4642365676146406533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4642365676146406533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/10/beijo-da-manha.html' title='Beijo da manhã'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/StobLWgp-0I/AAAAAAAAALc/7w7TcAssQDM/s72-c/Manh%C3%A3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5947902542630062906</id><published>2009-10-13T00:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:50:56.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul'/><title type='text'>Sonho meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/StPAN3vb6YI/AAAAAAAAALU/r475S7T1OGY/s1600-h/Sonho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/StPAN3vb6YI/AAAAAAAAALU/r475S7T1OGY/s320/Sonho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391864523426359682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se tu soubesses, meu amado&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Os dois fugiríamos a cavalo, pelo prado&lt;br /&gt;Na procura do mistério, a germinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesse, meu amado&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses voar...&lt;br /&gt;As asas brancas seriam nosso voo alado&lt;br /&gt;Na procura do infinito, sem findar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses enfim, amado meu&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sou para ti, e tu para mim&lt;br /&gt;E o que existe, para além do imaginado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu soubesses, como sonho no céu&lt;br /&gt;Que beleza seria o mundo! - enfim:&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo azul, de sonho encantado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5947902542630062906?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5947902542630062906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5947902542630062906&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5947902542630062906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5947902542630062906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonho-meu.html' title='Sonho meu'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/StPAN3vb6YI/AAAAAAAAALU/r475S7T1OGY/s72-c/Sonho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7546570045169587775</id><published>2009-10-07T00:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:51:01.110+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Melancolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SsudU8_6RDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Yko0dFoP3yo/s1600-h/Brumasderio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SsudU8_6RDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Yko0dFoP3yo/s320/Brumasderio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389574362376062002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sereno encanto, do meu rio&lt;br /&gt;Pelo nevoeiro abençoado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navegando na minha melancolia, a água&lt;br /&gt;Lágrima que beija a foz, que suave desagua&lt;br /&gt;Vem afagar as brumas do meu passeio&lt;br /&gt;Que se cruzam, com barcos de recreio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem bailando meu rio, mesmo cheio de frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem! Em segredo na proa erguida de navio&lt;br /&gt;Acertar um balançar, que te torna meu amado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7546570045169587775?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7546570045169587775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7546570045169587775&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7546570045169587775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7546570045169587775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/10/melancolia.html' title='Melancolia'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SsudU8_6RDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Yko0dFoP3yo/s72-c/Brumasderio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2664516560999672755</id><published>2009-09-27T00:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:47:28.621+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Coração Outonal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sr6iKq1vFjI/AAAAAAAAALE/OLCNAMfINIE/s1600-h/Outono.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sr6iKq1vFjI/AAAAAAAAALE/OLCNAMfINIE/s320/Outono.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385920508563756594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No seio de braços doridos, pernas adormecidas&lt;br /&gt;Em recordações de esperanças afogadas por soluços&lt;br /&gt;Mente cansada que sofre, de insónias perdidas&lt;br /&gt;O coração que na solidão, segura força pelos pulsos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se erguem tons amarelecidos, seguindo exemplo&lt;br /&gt;Vertem-se labaredas de cinzas, como chuvas&lt;br /&gt;E o corpo lavado pelas brumas, no templo&lt;br /&gt;Canta odes, faz amadurecer esperadas uvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo no enleio, fermentando o doce da fruta&lt;br /&gt;Desencadeia sentido feitiço, do fogo em gestação&lt;br /&gt;E por dentro nasce um medo, que semeia a luta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisera ter conhecimento outrora, ternura em sagrado serão&lt;br /&gt;Naquela velha primavera que era vida, sem permuta...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, em alvo entardecer, moraria tranquilo meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2664516560999672755?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2664516560999672755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2664516560999672755&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2664516560999672755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2664516560999672755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/09/coracao-outonal.html' title='Coração Outonal'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sr6iKq1vFjI/AAAAAAAAALE/OLCNAMfINIE/s72-c/Outono.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5851162450558187221</id><published>2009-09-23T01:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:04:38.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Esperas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SrliXEv6euI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cx6wpXeC-zI/s1600-h/meus+p%C3%A9s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SrliXEv6euI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cx6wpXeC-zI/s320/meus+p%C3%A9s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384442978049358562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...e coloco os pés em descanso!&lt;br /&gt;Na espera, do ribeiro manso&lt;br /&gt;...e pisando ainda a pedra fria&lt;br /&gt;em sonho,&lt;br /&gt;na magia do tempo, o alcanço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5851162450558187221?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5851162450558187221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5851162450558187221&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5851162450558187221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5851162450558187221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/09/esperas.html' title='Esperas'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SrliXEv6euI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Cx6wpXeC-zI/s72-c/meus+p%C3%A9s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6039815591852091525</id><published>2009-09-14T15:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:55:14.399+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãe'/><title type='text'>Ansiedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sq5W-agu6GI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z6hiCX6bces/s1600-h/Fonte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sq5W-agu6GI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z6hiCX6bces/s320/Fonte.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381334235022813282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No seio da mãe ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;qual lágrima de fonte&lt;br /&gt;No rosto bate uma verdade&lt;br /&gt;de incerteza, no horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;Olho-me no tempo a correr&lt;br /&gt;olhos de água, a nascer&lt;br /&gt;na fonte que não dá de beber...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se tudo não passa&lt;br /&gt;de sonho mau acontecer??!!&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe??!!...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia depois do outro&lt;br /&gt;como a brisa no ar esvoaça&lt;br /&gt;o tempo virá ao encontro&lt;br /&gt;me salpicará com graça&lt;br /&gt;e na fonte da ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;dançará a tranquila paz...&lt;br /&gt;Flor, não morrerá com sede!&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe??!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Só no tempo, a escrita jaz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6039815591852091525?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6039815591852091525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6039815591852091525&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6039815591852091525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6039815591852091525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/09/ansiedade.html' title='Ansiedade'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sq5W-agu6GI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Z6hiCX6bces/s72-c/Fonte.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-8158711648465348969</id><published>2009-09-07T16:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:31:56.844+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SqUk8V1chGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Tt9mWcw4_hs/s1600-h/Arr%C3%A1bida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SqUk8V1chGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Tt9mWcw4_hs/s320/Arr%C3%A1bida.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378745949035988066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sobre a serra em maré viva, sinto a brisa do teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Na tua entrega, corpo e alma, te sinto por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me dizer-te em silêncio: um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quero ser magia a voar na natureza&lt;br /&gt;Beijar flor de canteiro, que é fadada de incerteza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-8158711648465348969?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/8158711648465348969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=8158711648465348969&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8158711648465348969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8158711648465348969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-dia.html' title='Um dia'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SqUk8V1chGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Tt9mWcw4_hs/s72-c/Arr%C3%A1bida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5447088412375566982</id><published>2009-08-29T14:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:14:09.148+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde'/><title type='text'>Meu Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Spg3pbK3GYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-A39DE6OfKI/s1600-h/Verde+no+c%C3%A9u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Spg3pbK3GYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-A39DE6OfKI/s320/Verde+no+c%C3%A9u.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375107340074162562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quis ver-te entre o colorido céu da vida&lt;br /&gt;Quis que fosses meu azul, essa cor sentida&lt;br /&gt;Mas voavas tão alto, meu anjo imaginário&lt;br /&gt;E eu com o pé na terra, ainda em calvário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava-te de dia e noite, com desejo&lt;br /&gt;Em doce melodia, ensaiava em solfejo&lt;br /&gt;Anjo azul, cada vez mais em cenário&lt;br /&gt;Só esperança, acalmava o meu rosário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei chamar-te outras cores, anjo azul&lt;br /&gt;Tentei iludir teu condão, colorindo a dor&lt;br /&gt;Tentei, estavas protegido por véu de tule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitei então navegar, usando o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Procurei-te na noite, na Estrela do Sul&lt;br /&gt;E de dia encontrei-te, pintado em verde cor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Anjo azul, ou verde (?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanto que a minha prece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sedenta de sede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;em ti, na procura se perde!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5447088412375566982?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5447088412375566982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5447088412375566982&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5447088412375566982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5447088412375566982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-anjo.html' title='Meu Anjo'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Spg3pbK3GYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-A39DE6OfKI/s72-c/Verde+no+c%C3%A9u.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6267357755013375515</id><published>2009-08-22T12:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:25:48.570+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porquês'/><title type='text'>Defeito ou feitio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/So6mJWxPO0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fWKhBz_F4JI/s1600-h/teia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/So6mJWxPO0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fWKhBz_F4JI/s320/teia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372414085160713026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque me enganas tu, meu bem?!&lt;br /&gt;Não vês que dentro de mim tu estás&lt;br /&gt;E no engano, tu te magoas também?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto machucar vai no engano&lt;br /&gt;Dano que me põe a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Que cai em dor, suja teu pano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como será um dia, meu bem...se não existires em ninguém?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6267357755013375515?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6267357755013375515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6267357755013375515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6267357755013375515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6267357755013375515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/08/defeito-ou-feitio.html' title='Defeito ou feitio'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/So6mJWxPO0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/fWKhBz_F4JI/s72-c/teia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6060303868073206226</id><published>2009-08-16T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:02:43.635+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Amizade*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SoaezMtG_cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FO8YgF3vXOY/s1600-h/Amizade+Azul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SoaezMtG_cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FO8YgF3vXOY/s320/Amizade+Azul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370154208106839490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando nasce Amizade em mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiço ao longe sinais de alerta de clarim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Meu coração se veste todo de cetim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*Oiço...no Agosto em sonho de Verão&lt;br /&gt;Vozes quentes que afagam um serão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6060303868073206226?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6060303868073206226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6060303868073206226&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6060303868073206226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6060303868073206226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/08/amizade.html' title='Amizade*'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SoaezMtG_cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FO8YgF3vXOY/s72-c/Amizade+Azul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-7604254894212700242</id><published>2009-08-08T20:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:02:59.588+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Ausências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sn3H1d2jc_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TW8EMGlrSPI/s1600-h/Flor+de+amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sn3H1d2jc_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TW8EMGlrSPI/s320/Flor+de+amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367666052255937522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vestida de sol, mas sangrando de dor&lt;br /&gt;Assim ela espelhava seu doce amor&lt;br /&gt;Chorava pétalas de sofrida ausência&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso que doava essência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma tão solitária, o dia lhe sentia&lt;br /&gt;Mas seu rosto era de pura simpatia&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã clara se vestia para a luz&lt;br /&gt;De noite a lua era um sinal da cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestia assim, véu que mais a protegia&lt;br /&gt;E para que ninguém percebesse a cor&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitava o seu rosto de rubra magia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se chorava, quando em flor&lt;br /&gt;Tão disfarçadamente, quando sorria&lt;br /&gt;Mas seu coração: - Sofria por amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Imagem oferecida por amizade sentida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-7604254894212700242?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/7604254894212700242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=7604254894212700242&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7604254894212700242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/7604254894212700242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/08/ausencias.html' title='Ausências'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sn3H1d2jc_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TW8EMGlrSPI/s72-c/Flor+de+amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-8028499293281519891</id><published>2009-07-31T23:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:58:45.858+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Dança no areal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SnLXGH_5MlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wGABQMX5-iY/s1600-h/Areal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SnLXGH_5MlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wGABQMX5-iY/s320/Areal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364586606377906770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olha...olha meu bem, para o dia&lt;br /&gt;O céu está de um azul claro vestido&lt;br /&gt;Com rendas de luz na maresia&lt;br /&gt;Na serenidade do sossego apetecido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem o mar no estendal do seu areal&lt;br /&gt;A música de um solfejo desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Toda a melodia é um hino natural&lt;br /&gt;A ternura que domina meu sentido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalo-me no som das vagas a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Gaivotas rodopiam e enfeitam meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Vêm junto a mim, chamam para eu dançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asas, num abraço de sal de doce paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo de brisa purifica meu deleitar&lt;br /&gt;Minha loucura, numa dança de improviso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-8028499293281519891?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/8028499293281519891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=8028499293281519891&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8028499293281519891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/8028499293281519891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/07/danca-no-areal.html' title='Dança no areal'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SnLXGH_5MlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wGABQMX5-iY/s72-c/Areal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2264477280046159427</id><published>2009-07-25T20:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:33:03.465+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Sede</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SmtZfcT2YQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GWFIW6jrU04/s1600-h/Ferragudo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SmtZfcT2YQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GWFIW6jrU04/s320/Ferragudo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362478178024972546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tanta água, que nasce no horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;tanta gente, iluminada pela sede&lt;br /&gt;com cântaros vazios junto à fonte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2264477280046159427?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2264477280046159427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2264477280046159427&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2264477280046159427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2264477280046159427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/07/tanta-agua-que-nasce-no-horizonte.html' title='Sede'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SmtZfcT2YQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GWFIW6jrU04/s72-c/Ferragudo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-2735121315908399008</id><published>2009-07-20T20:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:54:26.097+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existência'/><title type='text'>Cansaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SmMWdS8xmEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sSvm9yycZPY/s1600-h/P4050032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SmMWdS8xmEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sSvm9yycZPY/s320/P4050032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360152674059786306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enrolo o corpo no ventre da magia...&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar a nascer diferente cria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espaço no germinar é de um puro leito...&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera crescesse, em flor no meu peito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-2735121315908399008?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/2735121315908399008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=2735121315908399008&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2735121315908399008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/2735121315908399008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/07/cansaco.html' title='Cansaço'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SmMWdS8xmEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sSvm9yycZPY/s72-c/P4050032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4566890158586182016</id><published>2009-07-12T23:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:37:57.319+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho de Amor'/><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Slfru2oPzXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/93PFadnrJfA/s1600-h/No+alto+dos+Capuchos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Slfru2oPzXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/93PFadnrJfA/s320/No+alto+dos+Capuchos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357009471951326578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tanta ansiedade a nossa, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Beijava as horas, em que o sol aquecia&lt;br /&gt;Iluminava os dias em nosso louvor&lt;br /&gt;E nos trazia a lua, que nos despedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei um dia, em nos fazer adormecer&lt;br /&gt;De te fazer esquecer, esse sabor de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tarde então percebi, que ao teu esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu me lembraria de ti, assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estás longe, talvez ditoso...&lt;br /&gt;Já sem a loucura da nossa ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;Eu balanço na vida, deste chão sequioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a que doce sabe, esta saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Que se alimenta em recordar tão ansioso&lt;br /&gt;Sabor que guardei na frescura da vontade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4566890158586182016?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4566890158586182016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4566890158586182016&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4566890158586182016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4566890158586182016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/07/paixao.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Slfru2oPzXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/93PFadnrJfA/s72-c/No+alto+dos+Capuchos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6331487569415684831</id><published>2009-07-06T17:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:28:18.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras de silêncio'/><title type='text'>Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SlIbnfW3sZI/AAAAAAAAAII/YEy_ncCEx90/s1600-h/comboio+hist%C3%B3rico+do+Tua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SlIbnfW3sZI/AAAAAAAAAII/YEy_ncCEx90/s320/comboio+hist%C3%B3rico+do+Tua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355373272143212946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixei um adeus tão dorido, na partida!&lt;br /&gt;Mas vi nos olhos teus...um dia se te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;é como se nunca tivesse havido despedida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6331487569415684831?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6331487569415684831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6331487569415684831&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6331487569415684831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6331487569415684831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/07/adeus.html' title='Adeus'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SlIbnfW3sZI/AAAAAAAAAII/YEy_ncCEx90/s72-c/comboio+hist%C3%B3rico+do+Tua.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-4143425514029487139</id><published>2009-06-30T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:38:27.286+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Coração romã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Skp2nS9KGeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j1lqEIO-T74/s1600-h/Navegar....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Skp2nS9KGeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j1lqEIO-T74/s320/Navegar....JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353221524558584290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enrolei meu coração num trapinho de lã&lt;br /&gt;Perfumei-o com aroma de verde hortelã&lt;br /&gt;Atei-o com vime, trançado pela manhã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperei a Lua, no céu se deitar&lt;br /&gt;Vi o Sol a sorrir, no seu acordar&lt;br /&gt;E na onda da maré, o atirei ao Mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ele sabia para onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Não perguntei se queria assim fugir&lt;br /&gt;O desejo era proteger, o seu sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentada na pedra salgada, vi-o partir&lt;br /&gt;Queixume no ar, de quem parte a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Navegava em trapinho, corpo de romã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quem sabe...volta para mim&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de saudade, num abraço sem fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-4143425514029487139?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/4143425514029487139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=4143425514029487139&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4143425514029487139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/4143425514029487139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/06/coracao-roma.html' title='Coração romã'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Skp2nS9KGeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j1lqEIO-T74/s72-c/Navegar....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-6420538231407541575</id><published>2009-06-25T20:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:42:59.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porquês'/><title type='text'>Origens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SkIc5VrxZ8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vsIl0mTfYxk/s1600-h/Origem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SkIc5VrxZ8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vsIl0mTfYxk/s320/Origem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350871078668429250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perdoa-se ao corpo a vertigem&lt;br /&gt;Quando no alto o sentido se perde&lt;br /&gt;Entra-se no pensamento virgem&lt;br /&gt;E uma antiga ciência se ergue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se mais cansa a subida&lt;br /&gt;Pelos caminhos de pé trilhados&lt;br /&gt;Se mais em ausência de vida&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos que acordam salgados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, mesmo o porquê, não entendo&lt;br /&gt;Ao corpo, que na caminhada se perde&lt;br /&gt;À mente, o que a balança e domina?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, a pergunta envelhece crescendo&lt;br /&gt;Que em interior despertou em tom verde&lt;br /&gt;Morrendo, igual a um nascer de menina!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-6420538231407541575?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/6420538231407541575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=6420538231407541575&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6420538231407541575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/6420538231407541575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/06/origens.html' title='Origens'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SkIc5VrxZ8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vsIl0mTfYxk/s72-c/Origem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-5830794460911434072</id><published>2009-06-18T20:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:02:02.556+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deusa mãe'/><title type='text'>Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SjqJaN4dQJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CMJrQfjBcvs/s1600-h/M%C3%A3e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SjqJaN4dQJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CMJrQfjBcvs/s320/M%C3%A3e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348738590951948434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No alto, gritei o nome da Deusa&lt;br /&gt;E Ela no meu coração respondeu&lt;br /&gt;Com suavidade e toda a Sua beleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sopro de serenidade se estendeu&lt;br /&gt;E acarinhou a lágrima, com firmeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brisa penteou os cabelos da serra&lt;br /&gt;E o mar calçou os sapatos do infinito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu?...eu, abracei a Paz na oração do grito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-5830794460911434072?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/5830794460911434072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=5830794460911434072&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5830794460911434072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/5830794460911434072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/06/paz.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SjqJaN4dQJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CMJrQfjBcvs/s72-c/M%C3%A3e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-137727764426041914</id><published>2009-06-13T23:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:34:09.942+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coração'/><title type='text'>Enganos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SjQIKZytWdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dd5r3oST9i0/s1600-h/rosto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SjQIKZytWdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dd5r3oST9i0/s320/rosto.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346907632410909138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fui a correr junto de ti, no amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser a primeira a ver teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Mas nas cordas da guitarra a gemer&lt;br /&gt;O fado, na minha lágrima foi dorido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não eras tu que me esperavas no saber&lt;br /&gt;Não eras tu quem eu beijava no chorar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém, que confundia o meu querer&lt;br /&gt;Me seduzia pela troca de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui então para o meu jardim violeta&lt;br /&gt;E lá fiquei muda e quieta à espreita&lt;br /&gt;Que meu amor me viesse encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erro meu, erro teu...sentido, na procura&lt;br /&gt;Cicatriz que coração sarou com amargura&lt;br /&gt;Como encontrar, aquilo que se perdeu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-137727764426041914?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/137727764426041914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=137727764426041914&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/137727764426041914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/137727764426041914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/06/enganos.html' title='Enganos'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/SjQIKZytWdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dd5r3oST9i0/s72-c/rosto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250376026106532619.post-3313850650949884325</id><published>2009-06-07T01:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:51:33.217+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua Cheia'/><title type='text'>Maresia de prata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sik7HEslkoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0IOSznFLTOc/s1600-h/Maresia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sik7HEslkoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0IOSznFLTOc/s320/Maresia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867425557680770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enfeito os cabelos com a tua cor&lt;br /&gt;Visto tuas brumas e passeio a dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lágrima salgada sabe-me a mel&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me nos braços do teu batel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no silêncio oico o cântico de louvor&lt;br /&gt;Melodia doce, em flauta de bisel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dádiva...em anel de prata, meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250376026106532619-3313850650949884325?l=bailasempeso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/feeds/3313850650949884325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=250376026106532619&amp;postID=3313850650949884325&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3313850650949884325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250376026106532619/posts/default/3313850650949884325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bailasempeso.blogspot.com/2009/06/maresia-de-prata.html' title='Maresia de prata'/><author><name>Baila sem peso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03522419300993378004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/TL3BVuia8GI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_DvQZfHOaGY/S220/Picture5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNjOKHXSqLU/Sik7HEslkoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0IOSznFLTOc/s72-c/Maresia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
