<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5046384010685974761</id><updated>2024-09-02T00:12:21.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas Que Falam</title><subtitle type='html'>Existem Vários Meios de Comunicação.Mas a Escrrita é a que mais Me Fascina.A Poesia,a Letra de Música,a Carta e o Livro.Falar de Poesia é Fácil,Difícil é Descrever a Emoção de Colacar No Papel o Que a Alma nos diz.Portanto Convido-o a Passear Neste Mundo Literário e Desvendar a Alma de Uma Poetisa !Almas Que Falam Através da Escrita!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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SOFRER</title><content type='html'>Sonhei...Sonhaste...Sonhamos nossa alma gêmea na trilha de um jardim em flores e da hortência as cores mais belas suas folhas verdes íamos cultivando,o céu azul...O sol brilhante a majestosa sombra da arvore o ninho do sabiá seu glorioso canto em seus braços adormecia feliz nas tardes quentes de verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranqüilo em nosso amor confiava seus olhos brilhavam iluminando nosso caminhar através dos verdes olhos meus tudo era perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Tempestade no céu raios e trovões nuvens carregadas o astro-rei escondeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudara ao nosso redor um abismo abriu-se entre nós, seus olhos perderam o brilho iluminado e marejados ficaram  a hortência esquecida entristeceu ao vê nosso amor fenecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joguei o sonho real e outros sonhos sonhei para estrada empoeirada mudei-me outros horizontes busquei nosso sonho em pesadelo transformei.&lt;br /&gt;Na ilusão da vida tropecei chorei por ti chamei tão longe no vale do esquecimento não ouviste meu chamado sozinha fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidas e vidas passaram sem ouvir sem vê sem sentir, sentir o calor de suas mãos tudo era vazio...Escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia ouvi o acorde de uma nota um perdido som daquelas harmoniosas canções dos sabiás que nossa alma tocavam na harpa da inocência noite de luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueci teu olhar não se esqueça do meu  trago nos olhos o verde da esperança daquele céu azul voltar a reinar soberano em nosso jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor sobreviveu esta em mim dentro de mim pelas estradas procuro-te para devolver-te o brilho intenso dos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma brilha mais que qualquer cultura teu calor é mais valioso que qualquer diamante já encontrado sem ele nem gente sou.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/1629639837307499414/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cDK6aEciNI/SnGbHAtqaLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_p3pTedt8mo/S220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046384010685974761.post-7338793102027496654</id><published>2008-11-02T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:26:18.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O RESGATE</title><content type='html'>Do homem só a alma vale&lt;br /&gt;O coração vagueia desgovernado&lt;br /&gt;Fraca luz pelas estradas do deserto&lt;br /&gt;As roupas pesadas não a incomodam na busca produtiva&lt;br /&gt;O cansaço não a desanima o tempo é prolongado&lt;br /&gt;A fresca sombra da árvore da justiça é ofertada&lt;br /&gt;O sono reparador é destinado o sono do sonho&lt;br /&gt;O mistério revelado do homem só a alma vale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do homem a alma se conhece através&lt;br /&gt;Da mascara do resgate reconhece o semblante triste&lt;br /&gt;Marcado por um amor ausente.&lt;br /&gt;O rosto que fascinou o coração se apaixonou ao amor entregou -se.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos um dia compartilharam o mesmo ninho o mesmo jardim cada&lt;br /&gt;Flor plantou e para sempre esse amor jurou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada da vida na curva do destino o forasteiro cruzou&lt;br /&gt;Montado no cavalo negro em seu caminho pisou&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar traidor para sua amada lançou.&lt;br /&gt;Fascinada pela grandeza do traje esqueceu a promessa feita&lt;br /&gt;E na garupa desconhecida embarcou nos beijos de um sedutor&lt;br /&gt;E de seu verdadeiro ser distanciou-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noites passavam os dias não chegavam o ouro multiplicavam o amor para trás ficava a tristeza apoderou-se e sozinha chorou a promessa lembrou arrependida voltou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho já não era o mesmo o jardim secou em deserto se transformou a alma adoeceu e a dor se manifestou ferida no chão ficou.                      &lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou e com ele o ventou chegou à memória refrescou um nome lembrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da profundeza do abismo se levantou pelo sentido da vida procurou na estrada deserta encontrou o homem e sua alma perdida numa promessa esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o céu olhou ao senhor do tempo rogou o pedido confiou o perdão concedido foi.&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho sonhou do homem só a alma vale&lt;br /&gt;O sono reparador entendeu e o sentido da vida compreendeu.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/7338793102027496654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/7338793102027496654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/7338793102027496654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/7338793102027496654'/><link 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suas teorias.&lt;br /&gt;A vida e sua prática&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrada longa e tortuosa todos tem que percorrer-la&lt;br /&gt;A humanidade tropeça e cai na ilusão de algum lugar chegar&lt;br /&gt;Muro alto de ultrapassar o limite é a realidade&lt;br /&gt;A janela cinza nos faz enxergar que a lugar nenhum conseguimos chegar&lt;br /&gt;Só mudamos de lugar para o lado nos colocamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As procuras almejam lutamos e a luta é em vão a estrada termina ali&lt;br /&gt;E outros caminhos tomam sem saber o que buscar&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me primeiro e o mistério da grande procura desvendarei</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8439357012122279315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/8439357012122279315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rumor de um coração batendo, será o meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado uma ilha repleta de árvores frutíferas&lt;br /&gt;Suas águas são límpidas o sol brilhante tocando o coração&lt;br /&gt;De seus habitantes tornando-os bravas gente no meio, bem.&lt;br /&gt;No meio existe um oceano de águas turbulentas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho de cabeça nessas águas sedutoras com o objetivo de&lt;br /&gt;Alcançar esta ilha encantadora.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/7987980896931598093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/7987980896931598093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/7987980896931598093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Amei Quando Em Silêncio me Pedias o que Eu Mais&lt;br /&gt;Desejava,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a Curva de Teu Corpo era A Minha Única Estrada,&lt;br /&gt;Te Amei Por que Sigo Sempre Por essa Estrada,&lt;br /&gt;Te Amei por que  Sei que no amor nos Entendemos,&lt;br /&gt;Te Amei Por que apenas Eu Posso Te Entregar&lt;br /&gt;o Amor que Te Faz Falta,&lt;br /&gt;Te Amei Por que o Melhor de Você quem Te Mostrou Fui Eu,&lt;br /&gt;O melhor quem Desfrutou Fui Eu&lt;br /&gt;Te Amei por que Vou Te Mostrar que essa Loucura de&lt;br /&gt;Amor Não Acaba&lt;br /&gt;Que Nem o Tempo Nos Separa.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/2387710316630759662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/2387710316630759662' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Amor Eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei-me a Ti Não Somente Meu Corpo mas Também&lt;br /&gt;Minh &#39; Alma ...&lt;br /&gt;A Noite que Trouxe Perdeste para o Dia que o Levou&lt;br /&gt;Sem Perguntar se Podias,Se Eu querias...Sem Importa-se&lt;br /&gt;com o dia seguinte do fim.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um Para seu Lado,Você para seu Mundo Frio e Eu para&lt;br /&gt;Meu Mundo Gélido.&lt;br /&gt;Em Teu Lugar uma Dor a Certeza que Jamais Morrerei de Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pela Eterna Estrada Sem Fronteiras por Ti Buscarei.&lt;br /&gt;Por Ti Chamarei Primeiro Amor.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/4030813365382226900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/4030813365382226900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagas Pelo Mundo Em Busca de Algo Profundo...És o&lt;br /&gt;Amor Reacendendo a Chama da Paixão Tirando-lhe a Razão.&lt;br /&gt;Tentas Encontrar-me na Imensidão do Deserto Mar da Ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Não Percebes que Cada onda que Atravessas Cada Vez Mais&lt;br /&gt;Para o Oceano do Esquecimento Lanças-me.&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças Tristes Não Deixam Ver a Felicidade Diante de Ti.&lt;br /&gt;Solitário,&lt;br /&gt;Prossegues Teu Caminho de Intermináveis...&lt;br /&gt;Conquistas&lt;br /&gt;Poder&lt;br /&gt;Glórias&lt;br /&gt;Solidão&lt;br /&gt;Caminho Escuro e Tortuoso,Quantas Vezes Tentaste do Chao&lt;br /&gt;Ergue-se em Vão Sem Perceber que de Teu Lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu Sempre Estava&lt;br /&gt;Sempre Estarei&lt;br /&gt;Em Cada Recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Amor Meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/7717849998459438791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/7717849998459438791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/7717849998459438791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/7717849998459438791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-recomeo.html' title='O Recomeço'/><author><name>RUAS LITERARIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640951294585204027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Você Vai Levantar&lt;br /&gt;Inútil Dizer&lt;br /&gt;que após Uma Noite de Temporal&lt;br /&gt;Sempre Existe O Sol em cada amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Inútil Dizer&lt;br /&gt;que Não Adianta Sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Se o Sonho é o que de Mais Vivo&lt;br /&gt;Existe Num &#39; Alma&lt;br /&gt;Inútil Dizer&lt;br /&gt;que Amo Você&lt;br /&gt;Se Não Me Ouve...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/8129079615383021606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/8129079615383021606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/8129079615383021606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/8129079615383021606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Vieste de Uma Ilha Deserta e Tingiste de Amarelo&lt;br /&gt;a Triste Noite Sombria&lt;br /&gt;Iluminado Como o Tempo de Antes  e o agora&lt;br /&gt;Trouxeste  o Brilho do Sorriso Nesta Hora&lt;br /&gt;Surgiste do Sonho Reparador e de Meu&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento Fizeste Eterna Morada&lt;br /&gt;Teu Perfil de Fonte Clara Faz Brilhar a Noite que Chora,&lt;br /&gt;o Pensamento Decola nas Asas da Imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Criatura Plena em Beleza que Persiste Tanto em Demorar,&lt;br /&gt;És o Sol de Meu Amanhacer&lt;br /&gt;A Certeza do aqui e o Agora&lt;br /&gt;Da Lua és a Graça&lt;br /&gt;De Meu Viver a Esperança de Meu Renascer...&lt;br /&gt;Píncipe da Madrugada, Filho do Sonho&lt;br /&gt;Onde Andas Nesta Hora agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/2411102811918965005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYod9zJIUZZ6zbk7JxGbCWKFC4KBkBaNRPeUgtGHyz9kDuuHEiiQsXEUet0AA24cKbfHYwlQn0t8j0f3zDsx1kzVMWSaeLN-3aoz0nSLdVvTl6T-5_h_opsB1AmM6xSpjSgb1rG76pUgA/s320/Imagem.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255509920063822770&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Flor Predileta, Diz-me o Segredo de Teu Coração.&lt;br /&gt;Diariamente a Vejo Entristecida e a Só em Cima da Mesa&lt;br /&gt;no Vazio do Brilho Artificial.&lt;br /&gt;Minha Pequenina Exótica Flor,Diz-me o Segredo de Teu Coração,&lt;br /&gt;De Londe,Sentada no Sofá da Solitária Sala,Observo-a e&lt;br /&gt;Tento  em Vão Desvendar o que Qures me Dizer.&lt;br /&gt;As Combinações Rosas e Lilases de Tuas Mimosas Pétalas Fazem&lt;br /&gt;Renascer o Mistério de Um assado Presente.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez Seja Saudade das trilhas dos Moradores do campo.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que Há Milhoes de Anos Chegaste em minha Vida,&lt;br /&gt;Não Sei de Onde Vieste,Mas da Rosa Roubaste a Coroa e&lt;br /&gt;Reinaste Soberana no Jardim da Camponesa.&lt;br /&gt;Juntas Contemplaram a Magia da Beleza das Manhãs Primaveris,&lt;br /&gt;A Brancura dos Coelhos Livres a Saltitar pelo Eterno Verde dos Campos,&lt;br /&gt;do Inebriante Perfume das Flores Silvestres Desabrochar,&lt;br /&gt;o Majestoso Sol se Pôr no Soberano Céu Azul,&lt;br /&gt;do Glorioso canto dos Sabiás que de Suas Canções Anunciavam que do&lt;br /&gt;Horizonte o Camponês Chegava.&lt;br /&gt;E a Nós Um Sorriso Lançava e das Mais Belas Flores de Nosso Jardim&lt;br /&gt;Arrancava Com suas Mãos Firmes um Buquê de Delicadas Pétalas  Rosas&lt;br /&gt;e a Mim, ofertava,Esquecida  num Canto do Quarto de Nosso Amor&lt;br /&gt;Testemunhas Era...&lt;br /&gt;É este o Segredo de Teu Coração,o Pedido Urgente,&lt;br /&gt;Devolver-te ao Campo de Onde um Dia a Tirei e a Transportei para o&lt;br /&gt;Deserto dessa Estrada Poeirente e de Teu Adocicado Perfume  em&lt;br /&gt;Brilho Artifial Transformei...Das Belezas das Manhãs Primaveris em&lt;br /&gt;Eternas  Noites frias Transferi.&lt;br /&gt;E Aqui  Estamos Nós,Artificiais ,Chorando pelo Paraíso que para Trás&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos.&lt;br /&gt;Este é o Nosso Segredo ,Hortência,Minha Flor Predileta,&lt;br /&gt;Passam os Anos,Passam as Vidas e Pela Eternidade em Meu  Jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Flor Amiga,Reinarás Soberana.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/1115739050360731973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/1115739050360731973' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046384010685974761.post-321295560669150980</id><published>2008-10-10T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:49:58.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Onde Surgirá ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjtg9DdA2YT3GSJCJbRmQU4TfUqPj46CMS9od3zb7_gL8qk0TtjBGH9aBC0uu9e2tUIdVYPYPgnnfDNF-E_3vBiVhh0TSPXJE7vlbwOZ_gAAdFxnH3lWj3K39GE_jWaTlzRqIb2XT4Njn/s1600-h/subterraneao.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjtg9DdA2YT3GSJCJbRmQU4TfUqPj46CMS9od3zb7_gL8qk0TtjBGH9aBC0uu9e2tUIdVYPYPgnnfDNF-E_3vBiVhh0TSPXJE7vlbwOZ_gAAdFxnH3lWj3K39GE_jWaTlzRqIb2XT4Njn/s320/subterraneao.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255503977935413874&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Escuridão da Noite Vejo-te em Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Na Claridade de Cada Amanhecer Vejo-te&lt;br /&gt;na Esperança de Meu Ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas Não o Vejo na Realidade de Meu Viver&lt;br /&gt;Prossigo Meu Caminho Pela Estrada de Curvas&lt;br /&gt;Intermináveis  na Incansável Procura.&lt;br /&gt;Estou Sempre á Procura do Amor&lt;br /&gt;Ele é Parte de Mim&lt;br /&gt;Está em Mim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de Mim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas Não o Percebo Através da Máscara do&lt;br /&gt; Resgate&lt;br /&gt;A Venda em Meus Olhos Dificulta  Meu caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Não Sei Onde Devo Párar&lt;br /&gt;Até que Ponto Posso Chegar.&lt;br /&gt;De Onde Surgirá Aquele que de Meus Pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Fez Eterna Morada?&lt;br /&gt;No Canto do Sabiá,Na Estrela Guia que Iluminará&lt;br /&gt; o Meu Caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;Na Hortência que sobreviveu à Estrada Poeirenta,&lt;br /&gt;No Esquecimento de Minhas Buscas,&lt;br /&gt;No Resgate de Minh`Alma,&lt;br /&gt;No Sol que Indica um Céu Azul,&lt;br /&gt;Na Profundidade do Brilho dos Olhos Teus,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos Cansados Meus...De Onde surgirá?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/321295560669150980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/321295560669150980' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/321295560669150980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/321295560669150980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-onde-surgir.html' title='De Onde Surgirá ?'/><author><name>RUAS LITERARIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640951294585204027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cDK6aEciNI/SnGbHAtqaLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_p3pTedt8mo/S220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjtg9DdA2YT3GSJCJbRmQU4TfUqPj46CMS9od3zb7_gL8qk0TtjBGH9aBC0uu9e2tUIdVYPYPgnnfDNF-E_3vBiVhh0TSPXJE7vlbwOZ_gAAdFxnH3lWj3K39GE_jWaTlzRqIb2XT4Njn/s72-c/subterraneao.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046384010685974761.post-1935825441161895490</id><published>2008-10-10T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:37:06.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqnRUM3WiOz008EDFwDat3Kd_tHEGoCuhxCC8l0i4NQ1Fs1STY7foidCf1WQnwnSYUK-fp1cTUx8VGsvUjByzkQAn8GqrAYA6S2j4mdnxvOtaawNKIH46M5YB4HBFA9iQaUekhnMKNK9z/s1600-h/Por+do+Sol.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqnRUM3WiOz008EDFwDat3Kd_tHEGoCuhxCC8l0i4NQ1Fs1STY7foidCf1WQnwnSYUK-fp1cTUx8VGsvUjByzkQAn8GqrAYA6S2j4mdnxvOtaawNKIH46M5YB4HBFA9iQaUekhnMKNK9z/s320/Por+do+Sol.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255501920003876770&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo Aconteceu Numa Vida;&lt;br /&gt;Num Único Momento.&lt;br /&gt;Onde Tudo foi Lançado Para&lt;br /&gt;O Infinito;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Vida Passageira&lt;br /&gt;Um Amor Traidor&lt;br /&gt;Um Beijo Sem Sabor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo Num Vazio Olhar;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar Que Distanciou  Para&lt;br /&gt;Sempre de Meu Verdadeiro Ser.&lt;br /&gt;Em Seu Lugar Uma Dor&lt;br /&gt;Perdida Num Mundo Deserto&lt;br /&gt;Sem uvir&lt;br /&gt;Sem Sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sem Sentir;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir Que Está Morrendo&lt;br /&gt;e Por Ti Chamando...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/1935825441161895490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/1935825441161895490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/1935825441161895490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046384010685974761.post-9001685918314984738</id><published>2008-10-10T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:27:06.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas Águas de Março</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcOxfg6tFFF5Q6-sZdpI15MRNDfK2fd-Fbwr45_eb776YIrE2MKrmdAxUTtaXCEQj4pjwIxLq8IA1Is8b53bX18nbVl5-2BSjKyWnJ4o2W6Vaw_CarJQSFBWv7pjkR0hY1YESlWu0CiJS/s1600-h/03.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcOxfg6tFFF5Q6-sZdpI15MRNDfK2fd-Fbwr45_eb776YIrE2MKrmdAxUTtaXCEQj4pjwIxLq8IA1Is8b53bX18nbVl5-2BSjKyWnJ4o2W6Vaw_CarJQSFBWv7pjkR0hY1YESlWu0CiJS/s320/03.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255497484067616210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas Límpidas Águas&lt;br /&gt;de Dez de Março&lt;br /&gt;No Encontro do Masjetoso&lt;br /&gt;Rio Piraí&lt;br /&gt;e o Glorioso Rio Paraíba&lt;br /&gt;Nascia Uma Pequena Cidade&lt;br /&gt;Pequena no Tamanho&lt;br /&gt;Mas Grande em Seu Esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Grande Pelo Calor Humano de&lt;br /&gt;Seus Filhos&lt;br /&gt;Grande é o Brilho do Sol&lt;br /&gt;que Reflete em Seus Habitantes&lt;br /&gt;Tocando Seus Corações&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo que se Tornem&lt;br /&gt;Brava Gente&lt;br /&gt;Gente Humilde que sempre&lt;br /&gt;Tem nos Lábios&lt;br /&gt;Um Orgulhoso Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso que Cativa&lt;br /&gt;que envolve&lt;br /&gt;que convida&lt;br /&gt;Convida para que outra gente&lt;br /&gt;Seus Filhos se tornem&lt;br /&gt;Basta-me Toda Palavra&lt;br /&gt;Barra do Piraí&lt;br /&gt;é Por Ti que Clamo.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/9001685918314984738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/9001685918314984738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/9001685918314984738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/9001685918314984738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/2008/10/nas-guas-de-maro.html' title='Nas Águas de Março'/><author><name>RUAS LITERARIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640951294585204027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cDK6aEciNI/SnGbHAtqaLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_p3pTedt8mo/S220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcOxfg6tFFF5Q6-sZdpI15MRNDfK2fd-Fbwr45_eb776YIrE2MKrmdAxUTtaXCEQj4pjwIxLq8IA1Is8b53bX18nbVl5-2BSjKyWnJ4o2W6Vaw_CarJQSFBWv7pjkR0hY1YESlWu0CiJS/s72-c/03.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046384010685974761.post-6931644061611418261</id><published>2008-10-10T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:12:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas Gêmeas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceB8xtzfjMv-N2cxZl2GqCvGwrlBUm64vvSm1V7zHprpFOn39EQlNKs1DpX1IDG5luHdbYd7CUMii_BYZdQ9QPfWFCU0gLGyX8rSqVOEnjYk2W-tcbdXhiNTgENPnSfImYiROh4F3i7sn/s1600-h/P%C3%B4r-do-sol.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceB8xtzfjMv-N2cxZl2GqCvGwrlBUm64vvSm1V7zHprpFOn39EQlNKs1DpX1IDG5luHdbYd7CUMii_BYZdQ9QPfWFCU0gLGyX8rSqVOEnjYk2W-tcbdXhiNTgENPnSfImYiROh4F3i7sn/s320/P%C3%B4r-do-sol.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255491423617013442&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhecendo te vejo em passos solitários&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto o porquê dessa solidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas,se alguem fosse estar a teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Seria tudo isso diferente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Será que minha companhia não confortaria?&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que me conformo em apenas olhar para ti&lt;br /&gt;mesmo por poucos minutos,&lt;br /&gt;pois teu rosto,teu gestos,tudo é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;que me faz esquecer da distância que nos separa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para mim,não se trata de distância&lt;br /&gt;Mas do destino que ainda não nos apresentou.&lt;br /&gt;Agora estás partindo ...E para onde vais?&lt;br /&gt;O que irá fazer? Voltar a tua realidade?&lt;br /&gt;Volto à minha e sinto um grande vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Pois não estais aqui,como todos os dias não estás&lt;br /&gt;Ponho-me a fazer  o que faço por ti: apenas chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Chorar um por um amor invisível,amor impossível;&lt;br /&gt;amor desconhecido e já ferido.&lt;br /&gt;Meu choro é quebrado por um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;que acaba de nascer aqui do fundo&lt;br /&gt;fundo de minh ´alma.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento que se resume em esperança&lt;br /&gt;Esperança de ter-te para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Pois, se ninguém foi capaz de prencher-te,&lt;br /&gt;sobra tempo para ainda saberes que eu existo.&lt;br /&gt;Retorno para minha janela&lt;br /&gt;E minha existencia passa a ser a tua,&lt;br /&gt;pois lá estás novamente&lt;br /&gt;Agora com o coração ainda mais apertado,&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que somos um a metade do outro,&lt;br /&gt;Pois nos encaixamos,nos completamos.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso porque, a partir deste momento,&lt;br /&gt;Tu me olhaste de relance.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/6931644061611418261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/6931644061611418261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/6931644061611418261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/6931644061611418261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/2008/10/almas-gmeas.html' title='Almas Gêmeas'/><author><name>RUAS LITERARIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640951294585204027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cDK6aEciNI/SnGbHAtqaLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_p3pTedt8mo/S220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceB8xtzfjMv-N2cxZl2GqCvGwrlBUm64vvSm1V7zHprpFOn39EQlNKs1DpX1IDG5luHdbYd7CUMii_BYZdQ9QPfWFCU0gLGyX8rSqVOEnjYk2W-tcbdXhiNTgENPnSfImYiROh4F3i7sn/s72-c/P%C3%B4r-do-sol.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046384010685974761.post-4409380768541933063</id><published>2008-10-10T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:43:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser de Minh ´Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCUv5BdFX0t8ukaKX8oUg_pUOeS775YnlllzxBv64kgzH8WHmwwSSjm-oLL7f7ztAl9vTTfzWzPAp6eF4L2tNItw9RmqzQdyBK_xrjZvZwKBHOMGwOEKLwxGUbD7SyXPokHf5Lm9WjfZG/s1600-h/BXK9109_3800.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCUv5BdFX0t8ukaKX8oUg_pUOeS775YnlllzxBv64kgzH8WHmwwSSjm-oLL7f7ztAl9vTTfzWzPAp6eF4L2tNItw9RmqzQdyBK_xrjZvZwKBHOMGwOEKLwxGUbD7SyXPokHf5Lm9WjfZG/s320/BXK9109_3800.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255489250532611122&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Sombra das Dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Brilham Meus Olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Através do Som  do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Adormeço por um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Sonho por um Momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Momento que Grita teu Nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;E Penetra em Minh ´Alma Por inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;E Faz de Meu Ser Algo Verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Tão Verdadeiro Como o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Verde de Meus Olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Olhos que Descobriram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;que Outros Olhos Procuram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Olhos de Um Feiticeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;que Enfeitiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;e Me Faz Delirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;Bravo Viajante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;é Por Ti que Chamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/feeds/4409380768541933063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5046384010685974761/4409380768541933063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/4409380768541933063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5046384010685974761/posts/default/4409380768541933063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwangelruasliterarios.blogspot.com/2008/10/ser-de-minh-alma.html' title='Ser de Minh ´Alma'/><author><name>RUAS LITERARIOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640951294585204027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cDK6aEciNI/SnGbHAtqaLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_p3pTedt8mo/S220/Imagem+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCUv5BdFX0t8ukaKX8oUg_pUOeS775YnlllzxBv64kgzH8WHmwwSSjm-oLL7f7ztAl9vTTfzWzPAp6eF4L2tNItw9RmqzQdyBK_xrjZvZwKBHOMGwOEKLwxGUbD7SyXPokHf5Lm9WjfZG/s72-c/BXK9109_3800.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>