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/><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YDSX88eip7ImA9WhRUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-7519362506771902115</id><published>2012-01-22T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T08:52:58.172-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T08:52:58.172-08:00</app:edited><title>Varais  de Lembranças</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVObslZYZds/Txw-wJRWrwI/AAAAAAAABDg/wdkg8v9AAWM/s1600/varal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVObslZYZds/Txw-wJRWrwI/AAAAAAAABDg/wdkg8v9AAWM/s400/varal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700500225187557122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendurei minhas lembranças no varal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Resolvi que delas nada mais posso tirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Delas ninguém, sequer, saberá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se as retiro, sem querer, ainda úmidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em nenhum armário posso guardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por isto, deixo o sol encandecente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A envolver em seus longos braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secando todas as mágoas e mazelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como folhas secas em estilhaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frescas e muito mais leves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se tornam as lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ao sol, adormecidas, secaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde os ventos se debruçaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perfumando sua pele já enrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu destino, então, já previsto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se põe em passos largos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ir de encontro, procurando um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde possam, enfim, descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Junto a outros sentimentos guardados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-7519362506771902115?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/7519362506771902115/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quisera eu ter menos  ilusões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas elas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incessantemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me  abraçam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A criança que existe em  mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está fadada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A  jamais  crescer&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/9176778408595425813-2375095843492325959?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao amigo, grande poeta, grande pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E da Tua poesia veio o silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E das tuas mãos nasceu o espaço em branco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da tua afetiva presença surgiu o imenso vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vida livre na Era  de  aquário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assim te  vejo, Coração  intenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há braços* a te esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandes  pessoas não cabem  neste  mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Precisam sempre  ir  além...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*"Há braços" , uma  expressão  do  querido  amigo, ao se despedir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9176778408595425813-5058961756159458471?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/5058961756159458471/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=5058961756159458471" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/5058961756159458471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/5058961756159458471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2012/01/infinito.html" title="Infinito" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGQWzn1inbs/Tw2B6tQi2NI/AAAAAAAABCk/HeJ8nRmdzb8/s72-c/infinito2.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFQXg5eip7ImA9WhRWEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-3412365898709891787</id><published>2011-12-26T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:00:10.622-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T12:00:10.622-08:00</app:edited><title>Feliz Tempo Novo</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vifDx6xHJLs/TvjVzvOybhI/AAAAAAAABCM/8kh-l88WWBw/s1600/feliz"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690533214011158034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vifDx6xHJLs/TvjVzvOybhI/AAAAAAAABCM/8kh-l88WWBw/s400/feliz" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Observo, encostada na soleira da porta&lt;br /&gt;Toda a vida apressada passar&lt;br /&gt;Lá vejo pessoas, ouço vozes&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, amores, lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Todos passam e vão-se embora&lt;br /&gt;É necessário ir!&lt;br /&gt;O que se há de fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto deles passam os anos&lt;br /&gt;Inquietudes de adolescente&lt;br /&gt;Dúvidas da juventude&lt;br /&gt;Algodão doce, irresponsabilidade&lt;br /&gt;Passam apressados sem saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria está em aceitar o fim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esta seja a mais árdua e pesada...&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois do fim&lt;br /&gt;Um novo começo, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem a brisa de um novo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Despontando no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Já posso sentir seu frescor&lt;br /&gt;Tocando meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto a mim somente o AGORA&lt;br /&gt;Abro os braços e deixo escapar&lt;br /&gt;Livre como um pássaro, todo o passado, outrora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão-se sonhos abandonados,&lt;br /&gt;Objetos quebrados, papéis rasgados&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais é preciso ficar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa e vai embora&lt;br /&gt;O que se há de fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisto a tudo e posso crer&lt;br /&gt;O Tempo sabe muito mais do que todos nós&lt;br /&gt;Para que desobedecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-3412365898709891787?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/3412365898709891787/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=3412365898709891787" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/3412365898709891787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/3412365898709891787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/12/observo-encostada-na-soleira-da-porta.html" title="Feliz Tempo Novo" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vifDx6xHJLs/TvjVzvOybhI/AAAAAAAABCM/8kh-l88WWBw/s72-c/feliz" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FR3Yyeip7ImA9WhRSE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-4809709238031113417</id><published>2011-11-14T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:40:16.892-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T14:40:16.892-08:00</app:edited><title>Nas  Asas  do  Tempo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9Br2jDeqOA/TsFiocjFV5I/AAAAAAAABBQ/0wbcwklXcFk/s1600/asas_da_imaginacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9Br2jDeqOA/TsFiocjFV5I/AAAAAAAABBQ/0wbcwklXcFk/s400/asas_da_imaginacao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674925452461168530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As asas do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, atrapalham&lt;br /&gt;O meu próprio vôo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor somado ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes adoece,&lt;br /&gt;E morre multiplicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor somado à distância;&lt;br /&gt;Cristaliza-se  em  gotas  de  lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Eternizadas nos  poros  da  pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da união do amor com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias tranquilos&lt;br /&gt;Em dores  de  parto,&lt;br /&gt;Nasce o filho chamado&lt;br /&gt;Saber.&lt;br /&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/9176778408595425813-4809709238031113417?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/4809709238031113417/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669993475515408194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela  manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Desfaço as tranças do cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Que os sonhos da noite teceram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;De cara  lavada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Desperta de qualquer ilusão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Percorro as ruas sinuosas do meu  desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Seja lá, onde  elas já percorreram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;E  onde me  conduzirão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Trazendo a realidade da vida para  junto  de  mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;De pés  descalços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Sinto  a terra ainda úmida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Que  me arranca os ares  de  menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Solto das  mãos, então, as  esperanças cegas  do  ontem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Para viver,  enfim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:85%;" &gt;Dentro de  cada  poro  da  pele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Um  tempo  redescoberto.&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/9176778408595425813-8139110177094775207?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/8139110177094775207/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=8139110177094775207" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/8139110177094775207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/8139110177094775207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/11/feminina.html" title="Feminina" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7zi-fdNNB0w/Tq_dBmrg30I/AAAAAAAABBE/uAL7j1GqQ60/s72-c/mulher%2B%2Bflor.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8AQnYyfyp7ImA9WhdbEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-1234426121140544542</id><published>2011-10-09T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:00:43.897-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-09T12:00:43.897-07:00</app:edited><title>Doce</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ln8ee6y1VTg/TpHu2jfzDFI/AAAAAAAABA8/TfqZqt8eR-Y/s1600/p%25C3%25A9%2B%2Bm%25C3%25A3e%2B%2Be%2Bfilho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ln8ee6y1VTg/TpHu2jfzDFI/AAAAAAAABA8/TfqZqt8eR-Y/s400/p%25C3%25A9%2B%2Bm%25C3%25A3e%2B%2Be%2Bfilho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661568827590380626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao meu filho Davi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A doce música vinda do seu quarto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transporta-me para um tempo em que sonhei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Via nas nuvens tatuado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um rosto como o seu, a me olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O suave perfume que vem do seu quarto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toca profundamente em meus anseios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movimento lento, silente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intacto e emoldurado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do eterno instante em que te vi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor e sonhos convergidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impasse que o destino leu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No calor que sempre emana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do ventre que te protegeu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas paredes brancas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou a protagonista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do sonho que ontem ousei ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passado e presente transpassados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De mãos dadas, vida a fora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escritos num filho que me faz crescer.&lt;/strong&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/9176778408595425813-1234426121140544542?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/1234426121140544542/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=1234426121140544542" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/1234426121140544542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHQ3wzeCp7ImA9WhdRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-226529300542001643</id><published>2011-08-03T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:42:12.280-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T09:42:12.280-07:00</app:edited><title>Pólen</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OBg-ZtDuMM/Tjl5qCcMLwI/AAAAAAAABAs/PjFPZDxeYwQ/s1600/p%25C3%25B3len.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OBg-ZtDuMM/Tjl5qCcMLwI/AAAAAAAABAs/PjFPZDxeYwQ/s400/p%25C3%25B3len.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636670171747462914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentro da tarde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este vento fresco traz&lt;br /&gt;Um pólen que germina em meu rosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figuras tácidas de flores audazes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se caio entre as horas do meu relógio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contemplando o tempo se despindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo apenas dois confusos ponteiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indicando o teu certeiro caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na música que aqui me encanta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordes que levitam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O corpo febril  flutua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sublime como a garça sobre a lagoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voando alto entre as tuas sobrancelhas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-226529300542001643?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/226529300542001643/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=226529300542001643" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/226529300542001643?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/226529300542001643?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/08/polen.html" title="Pólen" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OBg-ZtDuMM/Tjl5qCcMLwI/AAAAAAAABAs/PjFPZDxeYwQ/s72-c/p%25C3%25B3len.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBQ3oyeSp7ImA9WhdSF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-4252922543082533106</id><published>2011-07-26T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T10:25:52.491-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-26T10:25:52.491-07:00</app:edited><title>Fotografia</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agTG5CPIgRk/Ti73khZxXmI/AAAAAAAABAk/X4kIlWGDiq8/s1600/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agTG5CPIgRk/Ti73khZxXmI/AAAAAAAABAk/X4kIlWGDiq8/s400/sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633712390700883554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abre essa  janela&lt;br /&gt;Que o sol  já quer entrar&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer  da vida um  jardim lilás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na fotografia desse  momento&lt;br /&gt;O melhor  ângulo registro&lt;br /&gt;Longe de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Perto de mim..&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/9176778408595425813-4252922543082533106?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/4252922543082533106/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Olhando  as  páginas  do  livro  aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Escuto  o  silêncio ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O  silêncio  me  escuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O  silêncio traz a voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O  silêncio  grita ausências...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nas  entrelinhas  das  palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nas  sombras  que  cada  luz  cria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Entre o  inspirar  e  o  expirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;o  som  do  silêncio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a  ensurdecer todo  o  sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;No silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O  tempo deixa-se  mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sem  segredos,  sem  mistérios,&lt;br /&gt; Sem  disfarces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9176778408595425813-7294929677808568848?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/7294929677808568848/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=7294929677808568848" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/7294929677808568848?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/7294929677808568848?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-som-do-silencio.html" title="A Voz do Silêncio" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPJg3vhvszY/Tg0IVRuyRZI/AAAAAAAAA_8/IL7_JB_n9EA/s72-c/livro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHRns-fCp7ImA9WhZaEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-7757366637417193243</id><published>2011-06-14T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T06:33:57.554-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-26T06:33:57.554-07:00</app:edited><title>Simples Canção</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvLj2jW04-w/Tgc1L910SXI/AAAAAAAAA_0/NTNCNuYtisM/s1600/flor%2Bde%2Blotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QvLj2jW04-w/Tgc1L910SXI/AAAAAAAAA_0/NTNCNuYtisM/s400/flor%2Bde%2Blotus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622521139490474354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TogqqUvGkTI/TfeXDCcH06I/AAAAAAAAA_s/cVBsk8ewIXg/s1600/lirios.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Enquanto o mundo cresce&lt;br /&gt;E se desconhece&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro a luz do vagalume&lt;br /&gt;A clarear um pequeno jardim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas perguntas&lt;br /&gt;Para poucas respostas&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque,&lt;br /&gt;O exercício de perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Seja mais misterioso e sedutor&lt;br /&gt;Do que o de responder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui intensamente amada&lt;br /&gt;Por muitas pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Isso me inspira a dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que soube transformar&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida em poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Meus dias em versos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tarde onde os lírios nascem&lt;br /&gt;Somos mais, porque estamos em paz&lt;br /&gt;E do alto do meu céu azul,&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-se, ao longe, uma doce canção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-7757366637417193243?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/7757366637417193243/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=7757366637417193243" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYDR30_eip7ImA9WhZUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-3055695084652681961</id><published>2011-05-28T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:16:16.342-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-02T07:16:16.342-07:00</app:edited><title>O Amor  e  o Tempo</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9DN2PaApE4/TeD2gGDwx1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2bSamb1lA54/s1600/amizade%2Bc%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611756166946277202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9DN2PaApE4/TeD2gGDwx1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2bSamb1lA54/s400/amizade%2Bc%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" Na hora da sua partida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Depois de longos anos partilhados contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De repente, dei-me conta de que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não pude ver seus cabelos ficarem brancos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nem o tempo passar em seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente porque,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor nunca envelheceu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;À minha querida amiga Bubi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para sempre amiga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-3055695084652681961?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/3055695084652681961/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=3055695084652681961" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/3055695084652681961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/3055695084652681961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-amor-e-o-tempo.html" title="O Amor  e  o Tempo" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9DN2PaApE4/TeD2gGDwx1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2bSamb1lA54/s72-c/amizade%2Bc%25C3%25A3o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UDQ3szfip7ImA9WhZXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-9142372519180822265</id><published>2011-05-06T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T18:21:12.586-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T18:21:12.586-07:00</app:edited><title>Miragem</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0mlUdu9BxA/TcQsWi5VgcI/AAAAAAAAA_I/KUfiK2bNi8s/s1600/sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603652602191774146" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0mlUdu9BxA/TcQsWi5VgcI/AAAAAAAAA_I/KUfiK2bNi8s/s400/sombra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O corte divide em metades,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, também faz nascer dois lados inteiros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor dói&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas  sacramenta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sentimento intenso que valeu a pena existir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sombra não é concreta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não podemos abraçá-la,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas reflete o que é real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O outro que vemos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julgamos saber quem é, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se mostra uma miragem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No deserto de nossas projeções.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&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/9176778408595425813-9142372519180822265?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/9142372519180822265/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=9142372519180822265" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGQXcyeip7ImA9WhZXF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-2504225236035288456</id><published>2011-04-10T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:20:20.992-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T10:20:20.992-07:00</app:edited><title>Fugitivos</title><content type="html">&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593965914113592050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQlg4eZuQls/TaHCXFxiSvI/AAAAAAAAA_A/7mu9SM8Dpuc/s400/fugitivos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus contornos me rodeiam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num espécie de raro torpor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorram palavras não ditas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejando a frase maldita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em ti, com tonturas, encontro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo similar que temia perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te encontro, sem nitidez, antes da minha partida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem perceber...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora, o que fazer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se antes do claro amanhecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amor, bêbado, nos flagrou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá fora, a vida aflita devora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada pedaço perdido do desvario&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ofegante respiração entrecortada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembranças bruscas, fragmentadas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma mera coincidência de amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No espaço, no tempo, no instante de olhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juntos, medo de perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Separados, medo de encontrar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-2504225236035288456?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/2504225236035288456/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=2504225236035288456" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/2504225236035288456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/2504225236035288456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/04/fugitivos.html" title="Fugitivos" /><author><name>Maria 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzlk2ZTyp0M/TZEG1Y1fN3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/QSWLAN0EvWM/s1600/margarida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589256126813124466" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzlk2ZTyp0M/TZEG1Y1fN3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/QSWLAN0EvWM/s400/margarida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um barco à deriva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem nenhum porto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naveguei pela vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refletida nos rostos alheios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha imagem ví&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em todos que encontrava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As finas cortinas do meu quarto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não escondem o dia, nem a noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque gosto de saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando estou na claridade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando estou na escuridão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metáforas me atingem como um raio silencioso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso ver apenas a luz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ouvir os estrondos que me assustam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É como brincar de dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No esconde-esconde de palavras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geralmente as pessoas sempre sabem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que seus ouvidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostam de ouvir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9176778408595425813-6620027330123608382?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/6620027330123608382/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=6620027330123608382" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMERHY-fCp7ImA9WhZTEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-4571307791841371598</id><published>2011-03-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:00:05.854-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-13T13:00:05.854-07:00</app:edited><title>Oriente</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zxv_PeAeNA/TXu8_Pr9vBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/WDWX3KoIHnQ/s1600/japao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zxv_PeAeNA/TXu8_Pr9vBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/WDWX3KoIHnQ/s400/japao2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583263957784574994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A  Suavidade  dança comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E me  ensina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A ter  olhos  pequenos,&lt;br /&gt;O olhar dos detalhes&lt;br /&gt;Das minúcias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas  flores  amarelas&lt;br /&gt;Despertam  em  mim  o  perfume  de  cada  gesto afetuoso&lt;br /&gt;A delicadeza da melodia que traduz o  silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Onde  ninguém  é  esquecido&lt;br /&gt;E  morrer significa&lt;br /&gt;Render-se,enfim,  a  música  suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  vozes  que  vêm  de  longe&lt;br /&gt;Celebram mais  um  dia a  nascer&lt;br /&gt;Onde  o  sol  poente traz&lt;br /&gt;A  harmonia  de  doces  canções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho  por  entre  as  brancas  pedras&lt;br /&gt;De  seu  jardim encantado&lt;br /&gt;Na  ponte  que  me  leva  e  eleva&lt;br /&gt;Aonde  almeja toda liberdade&lt;br /&gt;E  toda  saudade  se transforma&lt;br /&gt;Em uma estrela no céu.&lt;br /&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/9176778408595425813-4571307791841371598?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/4571307791841371598/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=4571307791841371598" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/4571307791841371598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/4571307791841371598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/03/oriente.html" title="Oriente" /><author><name>Maria 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqH-H0r14pA/TWRFXo4rpyI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/bipM2VDw_5Y/s1600/danca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqH-H0r14pA/TWRFXo4rpyI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/bipM2VDw_5Y/s400/danca3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576658511005984546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Transpasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; E  perco  o  passo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Esta música  que  vem  do  meu  corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Faz-me criança outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Rodopio e crio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; O solo compartilhado com  a  alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Nesta dança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Por  uns  instantes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sou as nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A deslizar pelo  azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Na contradança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Sou  o  sol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Dourado e cintilante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A refletir-se  em  meu  rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-485891965537921278?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/485891965537921278/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=485891965537921278" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/485891965537921278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/485891965537921278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/02/danca.html" title="A Dança" /><author><name>Maria 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beleza...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformando poeira em poesia!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pés descalços sobre a terra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prontos para a próxima partida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolhas temidas e tristes abandonos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se escondem no rápido movimento de seu corpo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sob o olhar da lua em chamas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo ritual a fecunda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os quatro elementos da natureza se fundem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numa realidade própria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uma alma cigana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-3558591713860395817?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/3558591713860395817/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=3558591713860395817" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/3558591713860395817?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGSHw4eyp7ImA9Wx9UGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-3031032157218445570</id><published>2011-02-08T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:05:29.233-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T16:05:29.233-08:00</app:edited><title>Essencial</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TVFhhGLUCfI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YVlSv3oTG74/s1600/borboletas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TVFhhGLUCfI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YVlSv3oTG74/s400/borboletas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571341435255654898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentem  mais&lt;br /&gt;Os  que se  põem  a  olhar&lt;br /&gt;As  belezas  das  coisas  mais  simples.&lt;br /&gt;E  do  simples,&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir ver  o essencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentem mais&lt;br /&gt;Os   incansáveis&lt;br /&gt;Em  busca  de  si  mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Sofrem  mais&lt;br /&gt;Os  que amam  mais&lt;br /&gt;Os que  acreditam  e  se  dedicam ao  outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrem  mais&lt;br /&gt;Os  que  acreditam&lt;br /&gt;Que  no  amor  ou  na  amizade&lt;br /&gt;O  tempo  transcorre junto aos  relógios.&lt;br /&gt;Sabem, os  que  amam,&lt;br /&gt;Que basta  o  encontro  tardio&lt;br /&gt;Para  que  o tempo  recomeçe&lt;br /&gt;Do  ponto  exato aonde  foi  interrompido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivem  mais,&lt;br /&gt;Os que apreciam  suas  emoções,&lt;br /&gt;Sem  reduzí-las ou  amenizá-las,&lt;br /&gt;Pois  a  vida é  intensa...&lt;br /&gt;E incógnita...&lt;br /&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/9176778408595425813-3031032157218445570?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/3031032157218445570/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=3031032157218445570" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/3031032157218445570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/3031032157218445570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/02/essencial.html" title="Essencial" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TVFhhGLUCfI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YVlSv3oTG74/s72-c/borboletas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMGQ384fip7ImA9Wx9VFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-1189023673639161052</id><published>2011-02-01T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:07:02.136-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T13:07:02.136-08:00</app:edited><title>A Menina e o Tempo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TUh1N0KoKDI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9xFoTnQHYWw/s1600/a%2Bmenina%2B%2Be%2B%2Bo%2B%2Bvento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TUh1N0KoKDI/AAAAAAAAA9U/9xFoTnQHYWw/s400/a%2Bmenina%2B%2Be%2B%2Bo%2B%2Bvento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568829819445585970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lá  aonde  se  espera  a  vida&lt;br /&gt;Aonde as  feridas   são indolores&lt;br /&gt;A  menina   aprisionada  no  tempo&lt;br /&gt;Faz  soprar, nos  céus,  os  ventos  da  mudança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as  árvores  não  crescem&lt;br /&gt;E  ainda   pulsa  a cor  da  esperança&lt;br /&gt;Tenha, ao  toque das  mãos&lt;br /&gt;A  maciez  dos  dias  amanhecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando  as  crianças  choram&lt;br /&gt;Alguém  as  olha  por  detrás  das  nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Protegendo-as  das lágrimas  que  deixam  marcas&lt;br /&gt;Que  são logo  transformadas  em chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E  que  de  chuva  encharca&lt;br /&gt;A  terra  que  ainda  não  foi  plantada&lt;br /&gt;Brotam,  mesmo  que  silentes,&lt;br /&gt;Nos  olhos de  quem  ainda  não  cresceu&lt;br /&gt;Ao viver,  se  desejando ou  sentindo&lt;br /&gt;O sol  que  ainda  vai  nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9176778408595425813-1189023673639161052?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/1189023673639161052/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=1189023673639161052" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADQ3szfSp7ImA9Wx9WFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-6069711506941439469</id><published>2011-01-18T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T08:16:12.585-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T08:16:12.585-08:00</app:edited><title>Feminina</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TTYW6Fb8IkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/q7hSWlmw_B4/s1600/mulher%2B%2Bflor.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TTYW6Fb8IkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/q7hSWlmw_B4/s400/mulher%2B%2Bflor.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563659576810414658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pela  manhã&lt;br /&gt;Desfaço as tranças do cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Que os sonhos da noite teceram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cara  lavada,&lt;br /&gt;Desperta de qualquer ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;percorro as ruas sinuosas do meu  desejo&lt;br /&gt;Seja lá, onde  elas já percorreram,&lt;br /&gt;E  onde me  conduzirão...&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo a realidade da vida para  junto  de  mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pés  descalços&lt;br /&gt;Sinto  a terra ainda úmida&lt;br /&gt;Que  me arranca os ares  de  menina&lt;br /&gt;Solto das  mãos, então, as  esperanças cegas  do  ontem,&lt;br /&gt;Para descobrir,  enfim,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de  cada  poro  da  pele,&lt;br /&gt;Um  tempo  redescoberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9176778408595425813-6069711506941439469?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TTYW6Fb8IkI/AAAAAAAAA8M/q7hSWlmw_B4/s72-c/mulher%2B%2Bflor.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIEQHwzfyp7ImA9Wx9XF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-2637240765487711800</id><published>2011-01-09T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T07:41:41.287-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-11T07:41:41.287-08:00</app:edited><title>Quebra-cabeça</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TSojap-7dvI/AAAAAAAAA8E/A6wnzNPtKnw/s1600/quebra-cabeca%2Bgira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TSojap-7dvI/AAAAAAAAA8E/A6wnzNPtKnw/s400/quebra-cabeca%2Bgira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560295630795667186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem pressa,&lt;br /&gt;Fico   a  juntar as  peças do  quebra-cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Peças grandes, coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Peças de  luto, delicadas&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos  fragmentos a  formarem&lt;br /&gt;a  imagem dedicada ao  ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de  um  brilho  singular&lt;br /&gt;a  representar pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;situações  vividas&lt;br /&gt;emoções  sentidas&lt;br /&gt;Cada  qual  com  sua  beleza,  seu  feitio&lt;br /&gt;Formando quadros nos  seus  encaixes&lt;br /&gt;E  uma  imagem que  se  parece  comigo&lt;br /&gt;olhada, ao  longe...&lt;br /&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/9176778408595425813-2637240765487711800?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/2637240765487711800/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=2637240765487711800" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/2637240765487711800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/2637240765487711800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2011/01/quebra-cabeca.html" title="Quebra-cabeça" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TSojap-7dvI/AAAAAAAAA8E/A6wnzNPtKnw/s72-c/quebra-cabeca%2Bgira.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDR3s7fyp7ImA9Wx9QEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-4107596308459873854</id><published>2010-12-22T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T03:19:36.507-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-23T03:19:36.507-08:00</app:edited><title>Ao Entardecer</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TRI5fZgcXlI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Gv0Z5e0-das/s1600/sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TRI5fZgcXlI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Gv0Z5e0-das/s400/sonho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553564502086934098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  manhã  rompeu ,&lt;br /&gt;arrancando as  flores  que  nasceram  ontem&lt;br /&gt;Tão  frescas,  e  tão  maduras&lt;br /&gt;anunciando  o fim  de  primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O  céu ainda  buscava o  seu  perfume,&lt;br /&gt;e  na  fotografia, sua  imagem inerte&lt;br /&gt;a  despertar um  sol  amanhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando   seus  sonhos  de  frente,&lt;br /&gt;Jamais se  perdeu  de  vista...&lt;br /&gt;Pois que,  ao  escutar  suas  próprias  vozes&lt;br /&gt;Inventou  sua  própria  felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim,&lt;br /&gt;Se  deixando  levar  pelo  vento  fresco,&lt;br /&gt;sua vida  entardeceu...&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/9176778408595425813-4107596308459873854?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/4107596308459873854/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=4107596308459873854" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/4107596308459873854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/4107596308459873854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-despertar-de-um-sonho.html" title="Ao Entardecer" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TRI5fZgcXlI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Gv0Z5e0-das/s72-c/sonho.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8ER30yeyp7ImA9Wx9SF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-4429277304264837128</id><published>2010-12-07T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:03:26.393-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-07T08:03:26.393-08:00</app:edited><title>O  Vento</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TP5aUskJ5pI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hQ58Y2BBykE/s1600/vento%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TP5aUskJ5pI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hQ58Y2BBykE/s400/vento%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547971102573717138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha  alma pinta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em grandes murais  coloridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagens que  o  tempo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esqueceu  dentro  de  mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rodopia, por  longas horas, diante  do  fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em  cirandas,  na qual  cada  ardente figura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E  cada  brasa  desprendida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me  recordam  horas  felizes  e  plenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O  vento  que  sopra  em meu  rosto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não  se  cansa  de  me  trazer  metáforas...&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/9176778408595425813-4429277304264837128?l=mreginas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/feeds/4429277304264837128/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9176778408595425813&amp;postID=4429277304264837128" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/4429277304264837128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9176778408595425813/posts/default/4429277304264837128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mreginas.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-vento.html" title="O  Vento" /><author><name>Maria Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TP5aUskJ5pI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hQ58Y2BBykE/s72-c/vento%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDQXo_eCp7ImA9Wx9TFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9176778408595425813.post-6493362763570411129</id><published>2010-11-23T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T04:07:50.440-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-23T04:07:50.440-08:00</app:edited><title>A Tradução do Silêncio</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/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TOuuICiS3lI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lmjNsOJ34_0/s1600/tradu%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TOuuICiS3lI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lmjNsOJ34_0/s400/tradu%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542715219552427602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MREGIN%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MREGIN%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: René Magritte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guiada  por uma  estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na noite incandescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cores, aromas  e sensações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trazidas  por  imagens  inconscientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não  somos  mais  os  mesmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos um pouco  mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No  minuto   atrasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do  tempo  que  chega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lógica sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De  velhas  pulsações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Levitando sobre  a página do livro  aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;à deriva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na  torrente  de  emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou  no  que  digo, mas ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Principalmente no  que  deixo  de  dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou no hiato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na hiância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos intervalos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sobre a ponte entre  duas  margens inexistentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Tudo  e o Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na  solidão  dos  mosteiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na  tradução  do silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02655853919088165047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWEfw8FBKRk/Tx8KG6te6HI/AAAAAAAABDs/OYjTIyaBDaA/s220/morango%2B%2Bcom%2B%2Bcreme.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cl6PHExT7UY/TOuuICiS3lI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/lmjNsOJ34_0/s72-c/tradu%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>

