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xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQXs5fCp7ImA9WhRVGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-4752896284101148026</id><published>2012-01-18T15:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:19:40.524Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T22:19:40.524Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>Meu sonho...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/4752896284101148026/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-sonho.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4752896284101148026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4752896284101148026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/Yu6vs-LaknI/meu-sonho.html" title="Meu sonho..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9MckKx8ma9wfzFb9PGm7lW_LKfU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9MckKx8ma9wfzFb9PGm7lW_LKfU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9MckKx8ma9wfzFb9PGm7lW_LKfU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9MckKx8ma9wfzFb9PGm7lW_LKfU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;É sempre sobre ti:
que meu sonho vagueia,
que versos escrevi...
quase sempre n'areia.

Meu cérebro adormece,
com ele o pensamento
...e o sonho acontece,
fruto deste sentimento.

O teu corpo incendeio,
oh... desejo tão intenso
satisfaçao que anseio,
o nosso prazer imenso.

Pela manhã, ao acordar,
Vejo-te ali ao meu lado
e mesmo já acordado...
eu continuo a sonhar,
com a doce realidade,
fonte de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/Yu6vs-LaknI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-sonho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MSX88fip7ImA9WhRVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-20118308413433674</id><published>2012-01-11T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:13:08.176Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T12:13:08.176Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>Olho-a...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/20118308413433674/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2012/01/olho.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/20118308413433674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/20118308413433674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/DRKLbCH9F0o/olho.html" title="Olho-a..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ViwCdKZVOjIXz-sV09PFYFw5aKU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ViwCdKZVOjIXz-sV09PFYFw5aKU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ViwCdKZVOjIXz-sV09PFYFw5aKU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ViwCdKZVOjIXz-sV09PFYFw5aKU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Olho-a...

vejo-a partir.

Faz frio,

é madrugada.

Quem me dera ir,

abraçado a ela.

No chao... a geada

solta um brilho,

Lágrima...

gota a cair...

coraçao que gela.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/DRKLbCH9F0o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2012/01/olho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4FR3g8eSp7ImA9WhRWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-8897420943801079156</id><published>2011-12-29T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:28:36.671Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T14:28:36.671Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Espalhar versos</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/8897420943801079156/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/12/espalhar-versos.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8897420943801079156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8897420943801079156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/CB1r8K61JvQ/espalhar-versos.html" title="Espalhar versos" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itJNvlTbkrAsgVhV2xebKTv5VCM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itJNvlTbkrAsgVhV2xebKTv5VCM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itJNvlTbkrAsgVhV2xebKTv5VCM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itJNvlTbkrAsgVhV2xebKTv5VCM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Parei por tempos de rimar
Mas nunca deixei de sentir.
E se volto… por fim,
novos versos a espalhar,
com palavras que saem de mim
e que não posso reprimir;
É porque no meu coração
Tens um espaço, que é só teu,
Paixão ou forma eterna de amar?
O sentimento que um dia nasceu,
Todos os dias continua a crescer,
Não importa como se pode chamar,
Mas ter-te, para o continuar a viver.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/CB1r8K61JvQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/12/espalhar-versos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EARns_fSp7ImA9WhdUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-8212603783107227157</id><published>2011-09-30T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:27:27.545+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T13:27:27.545+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corpo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="erotico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Desejo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/8212603783107227157/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/desejo.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8212603783107227157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8212603783107227157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/rMnjHruIJ8c/desejo.html" title="Desejo" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GuPAecNpWG_lEtilDpY5qIfduyg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GuPAecNpWG_lEtilDpY5qIfduyg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GuPAecNpWG_lEtilDpY5qIfduyg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GuPAecNpWG_lEtilDpY5qIfduyg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;No pensamento
o teu, no meu corpo
gestos languidos
sons gemidos

Na boca
o teu, no meu sabor
saliva trocada
da boca colada

Na imaginação
o teu, no meu desejo
não vai parar
até transbordar

No final
O teu, no meu prazer
o corpo saciado
de sexo molhado&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/rMnjHruIJ8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/desejo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GRns5fCp7ImA9WhdWGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-2100793144101643893</id><published>2011-09-13T12:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:38:47.524+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-13T12:38:47.524+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Teu amor</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/2100793144101643893/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/teu-amor.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/2100793144101643893?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/2100793144101643893?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/4nTdIjzQ4vE/teu-amor.html" title="Teu amor" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8wZk9tnxjfcx7EIknzWu5R3RT0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8wZk9tnxjfcx7EIknzWu5R3RT0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8wZk9tnxjfcx7EIknzWu5R3RT0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8wZk9tnxjfcx7EIknzWu5R3RT0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Nao sei se é de saudade,
(meu coração nao aguenta)
a tristeza e ansiedade,
são momentos de tormenta.
Só uma ténue esperança,
um sonho que me aventa
e guardado na lembrança,
teu amor que me acalenta.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/4nTdIjzQ4vE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/teu-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMAQn8yfyp7ImA9WhdWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-7898815631429461999</id><published>2011-09-06T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:27:23.197+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T12:27:23.197+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Palavras simples</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/7898815631429461999/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/palavras-simples.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/7898815631429461999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/7898815631429461999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/jV_sHOY5jqQ/palavras-simples.html" title="Palavras simples" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z5I3eSRs3Csxnv-3zVVMzWdQZjQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z5I3eSRs3Csxnv-3zVVMzWdQZjQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z5I3eSRs3Csxnv-3zVVMzWdQZjQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z5I3eSRs3Csxnv-3zVVMzWdQZjQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Queria saber,
soltá-las de mim,
lançá-las ao vento,
...palavras sem fim.

Não um acto triste...
ou amargurado lamento,
mas sim alegria!
...nunca sofrimento.

Palavras sentidas,
descontroladas,
libertas de dentro,
...para não serem asfixiadas.

Palavras simples,
sem sentidos figurados,
que unem como correntes,
...os corações apaixonados&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/jV_sHOY5jqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/palavras-simples.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NSHY4eSp7ImA9WhdWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-6839416101397372444</id><published>2011-09-03T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:54:59.831+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-03T22:54:59.831+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romantico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Amor natural</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/6839416101397372444/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/amor-natural.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/6839416101397372444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/6839416101397372444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/zVcXcHUoLD4/amor-natural.html" title="Amor natural" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xReJwF2MCU8fANkk0LKFnem3iPo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xReJwF2MCU8fANkk0LKFnem3iPo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xReJwF2MCU8fANkk0LKFnem3iPo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xReJwF2MCU8fANkk0LKFnem3iPo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não é estranho ou anormal,
um amor que só acontece,
porque a cada dia amadurece
de forma simples e natural.

Um amor tecido com paixão.
De muitos momentos se tece
e tão macio que até parece,
uma nuvem doce de algodão.

Vive-se em cada instante,
mesmo o mais ínfimo...
com prazer, com emoção,
cumplicidade e sedução.
E cada encontro intimo,
será sempre escaldante.   &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/zVcXcHUoLD4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/amor-natural.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NSHo8eSp7ImA9WhdXGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-5232775774101039333</id><published>2011-09-02T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T18:51:39.471+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-02T18:51:39.471+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>O tempo fica escasso</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/5232775774101039333/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-tempo-fica-escasso.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/5232775774101039333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/5232775774101039333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/SbOGI_iaY2g/o-tempo-fica-escasso.html" title="O tempo fica escasso" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vvJXGWdvtPFdznDaEv6-O95AHAs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vvJXGWdvtPFdznDaEv6-O95AHAs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vvJXGWdvtPFdznDaEv6-O95AHAs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vvJXGWdvtPFdznDaEv6-O95AHAs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não queiras planear tua vida,
seguir um projecto severo,
não deixes que te leiam a mão,
ou teu destino adivinhar.
Agarra um dia de cada vez
com surpresa e imprevisto.

A vida deve ser vivida,
sem ansiedade, nem desespero,
que cada dia seja uma bênção,
que deves saber aproveitar.
Não uses de mesquinhez,
nem queiras tudo previsto...

Um dia tu vais sentir,
que para ti, já é tarde
e não vais poder &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/SbOGI_iaY2g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-tempo-fica-escasso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HQ3c4eSp7ImA9WhdXEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-8603407546321505489</id><published>2011-08-24T12:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:37:12.931+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-24T12:37:12.931+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amar" /><title>In-quotidiano</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/8603407546321505489/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-quotidiano.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8603407546321505489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8603407546321505489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/wQZqVdCA96c/in-quotidiano.html" title="In-quotidiano" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p7D8nPwZsPZi_w8yPuRPiuKVCzM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p7D8nPwZsPZi_w8yPuRPiuKVCzM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p7D8nPwZsPZi_w8yPuRPiuKVCzM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p7D8nPwZsPZi_w8yPuRPiuKVCzM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mesmo depois de tanto tempo,
Tantos coisas que vivemos,
Surge sempre mais um momento,
Que um ao outro, surpreendemos.
Não se trata de obsessão,
Ou exercício de memória.
Mas viver cada dia uma paixão,
Somando instantes á história.
Mesmo com tanta cumplicidade, 
Criada ao fim de tantos anos,
Surge sempre a novidade,
Quando menos esperamos.
Amar também é improviso,
Não ter que seguir um plano,
Não &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/wQZqVdCA96c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-quotidiano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CSXYyeip7ImA9WhZUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-1241257375553698047</id><published>2011-06-02T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:51:08.892+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-02T11:51:08.892+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politicos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="esperança" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eleiçoes" /><title>Resgate</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/1241257375553698047/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/06/resgate.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/1241257375553698047?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/1241257375553698047?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/h17AoRjTK-o/resgate.html" title="Resgate" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QNe-xolqiaqG-bJyOmf4EzAWzLQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QNe-xolqiaqG-bJyOmf4EzAWzLQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QNe-xolqiaqG-bJyOmf4EzAWzLQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QNe-xolqiaqG-bJyOmf4EzAWzLQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Abriram trincheiras,
fundas, escavadas,
em campo aberto.
Agora são valas,
fundas, inundadas,
a descoberto.
Estamos submersos,
sem poder emergir
e a cada instante,
a maré sobe.
Atiram-nos cordas,
que nao salvam,
estrangulam.
Vamos ter que lutar,
pelos proprios meios
para sair a nadar,
mas vai demorar.
Ainda nao vejo,
a bóia de salvação
e mais distante,
deve estar a mão,
que a vai lançar.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/h17AoRjTK-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/06/resgate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cDRXk9cCp7ImA9WhZXEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-4797035695507351679</id><published>2011-05-01T10:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T10:11:14.768+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-01T10:11:14.768+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dia da mãe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Mãe</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/4797035695507351679/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/05/mae.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4797035695507351679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4797035695507351679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/QqZ65PaQYjg/mae.html" title="Mãe" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aiwZQN8EK1b6O-RpUBeARrzXbHk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aiwZQN8EK1b6O-RpUBeARrzXbHk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aiwZQN8EK1b6O-RpUBeARrzXbHk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aiwZQN8EK1b6O-RpUBeARrzXbHk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Passei muito tempo a procurar,
a expressão, as palavras ideais,
que pudesse em rimas conjugar...
não encontrei e nem procuro mais.

Concluí então, que não pode haver,
rimas ou palavra única e sentida,
que se possa usar para descrever,
o Amor, de quem nos dá a vida.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/QqZ65PaQYjg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/05/mae.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ACRHc7eCp7ImA9WhZQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-3405148115448781870</id><published>2011-04-25T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:42:45.900+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-25T17:42:45.900+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamento" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Fecho-me com os que amo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/3405148115448781870/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/04/fecho-me-com-os-que-amo.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/3405148115448781870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/3405148115448781870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/P5pB6nNCHmM/fecho-me-com-os-que-amo.html" title="Fecho-me com os que amo" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGgGwsAwb8rhEsJ6tJ4ibewio2U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGgGwsAwb8rhEsJ6tJ4ibewio2U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGgGwsAwb8rhEsJ6tJ4ibewio2U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGgGwsAwb8rhEsJ6tJ4ibewio2U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Trazem os homens as dores,
Fica dificil ser feliz.
São pedras, seus coraçoes,
Escuros seus pensamentos.
Longe desses estupores,
Envolto pela minha raiz,
Entre minhas paixões,
Emoções e sentimentos,
vivendo os meus amores.
Fecho-me com os que amo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/P5pB6nNCHmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/04/fecho-me-com-os-que-amo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAEQ3s8fyp7ImA9WhZTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-3980926242338668608</id><published>2011-03-16T13:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:38:22.577Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-16T13:38:22.577Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="erotico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Soltam-se gemidos...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/3980926242338668608/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/03/soltam-se-gemidos.html#comment-form" title="9 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/3980926242338668608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/3980926242338668608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/2AcxOdv3gKI/soltam-se-gemidos.html" title="Soltam-se gemidos..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nrDUevHM1laIn8ggMA8tG5L252Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nrDUevHM1laIn8ggMA8tG5L252Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nrDUevHM1laIn8ggMA8tG5L252Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nrDUevHM1laIn8ggMA8tG5L252Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O Sol penetra a manhã escura.
Com ele, desperta o desejo.
A boca sente a secura
e os lábios… o primeiro beijo.
Entre gestos e sinais,
de um ritual repetido,
esta manhã, traz algo mais…
traz um desejo contido.
Quando um corpo estremece,
se o outro sente roçar…
então o amor acontece,
não dá mais para adiar.
Lá fora, acorda o dia,
inundado de luz e ruídos.
Cá dentro, com alegria,
de prazer, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/2AcxOdv3gKI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/03/soltam-se-gemidos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcEQXc7cCp7ImA9WhZTEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-8211956632752951101</id><published>2011-03-14T13:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:40:00.908Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-14T13:40:00.908Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Não precisas falar...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/8211956632752951101/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-precisas-falar.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8211956632752951101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8211956632752951101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/MsOC1Fj9rIE/nao-precisas-falar.html" title="Não precisas falar..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPZ_Mjp1YvEgswhaqQparVRUlIw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPZ_Mjp1YvEgswhaqQparVRUlIw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPZ_Mjp1YvEgswhaqQparVRUlIw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPZ_Mjp1YvEgswhaqQparVRUlIw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não precisas de falar,
para que te possa ouvir.

O que me queres dizer,
eu sinto...
no silêncio do teu olhar.

Teus lábios que amo beijar,
Abre-os apenas para sorrir.

Não tens que os mexer,
eu sinto...
as palavras no teu olhar.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/MsOC1Fj9rIE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-precisas-falar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NRn0zfSp7ImA9Wx9aF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-3810045552279145319</id><published>2011-03-10T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:31:37.385Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-10T13:31:37.385Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Quero sonhar</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/3810045552279145319/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/03/quero-sonhar.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/3810045552279145319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/3810045552279145319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/wLvYHoe9LJE/quero-sonhar.html" title="Quero sonhar" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IVrpIscAMDuZZqeazV14bBzgHvA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IVrpIscAMDuZZqeazV14bBzgHvA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IVrpIscAMDuZZqeazV14bBzgHvA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IVrpIscAMDuZZqeazV14bBzgHvA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Queria todo o tempo do mundo,
para parar, sentir e sonhar.
Entrar em mim e lá do fundo,
minhas palavras poder soltar.

Não são as palavras que faltam,
nem um coração onde as plantar.
São intrusos que me assaltam,
me ocupam e impedem de sonhar.

Levam-me sonho e fantasia,
querem a minha imaginação,
como se eu não sentisse dor.

Mas não impedem a poesia,
que me inunda o coração,
que só tu enches de&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/wLvYHoe9LJE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/03/quero-sonhar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BQ3o5eSp7ImA9Wx9aEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-2536176613109428623</id><published>2011-03-04T14:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:29:12.421Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-04T14:29:12.421Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Na lembrança...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/2536176613109428623/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/03/na-lembranca.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/2536176613109428623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/2536176613109428623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/6aYLJa-C_fY/na-lembranca.html" title="Na lembrança..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HPOq6MzoeAmwQDHgjSrs1tVL5Jc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HPOq6MzoeAmwQDHgjSrs1tVL5Jc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HPOq6MzoeAmwQDHgjSrs1tVL5Jc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HPOq6MzoeAmwQDHgjSrs1tVL5Jc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dou-te um abraço,
prolongo um beijo,
enrolados os dois.
Pões um ar devasso,
nos teus olhos vejo,
brilham dois sóis.
Procuro teu regaço,
aumenta meu desejo,
nos ama-mos depois.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/6aYLJa-C_fY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/03/na-lembranca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YEQXg_eyp7ImA9Wx9bFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-7436251518965566887</id><published>2011-02-24T13:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:45:00.643Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-24T13:45:00.643Z</app:edited><title>Sinto...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/7436251518965566887/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/sinto.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/7436251518965566887?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/7436251518965566887?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/F6mG72C5x3k/sinto.html" title="Sinto..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UZF2nGNMbnJqTt2hT9VGxU45Xcw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UZF2nGNMbnJqTt2hT9VGxU45Xcw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UZF2nGNMbnJqTt2hT9VGxU45Xcw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UZF2nGNMbnJqTt2hT9VGxU45Xcw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Um dia encontrei,
paixão,
instante de sorte,
paixão,
e foi tão forte,
que me entreguei.

Ao teu lado,
amo,
sou profundo,
amo,
neste mundo,
sou amado.

Estendo a mão,
amor,
sinto conforto,
amor,
és meu porto,
salvação.

Dás-me um beijo,
quente,
que sossego,
quente,
no aconchego,
que tanto desejo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/F6mG72C5x3k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/sinto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cERXs4fCp7ImA9Wx9bEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-8545383128529422318</id><published>2011-02-21T13:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:30:04.534Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T13:30:04.534Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Como um mar...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/8545383128529422318/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-um-mar.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8545383128529422318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/8545383128529422318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/6iB4PI4n24E/como-um-mar.html" title="Como um mar..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qQRHLwWnUeaRJf38WfnkALoc-Dk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qQRHLwWnUeaRJf38WfnkALoc-Dk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qQRHLwWnUeaRJf38WfnkALoc-Dk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qQRHLwWnUeaRJf38WfnkALoc-Dk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;És um mar...
um mar de amor...
o meu mar,
mar sedutor...
que me inunda.
Ao meu coração,
trouxeste a bonança,
doce e profunda,
como a nossa paixão.
Vaga após vaga,
neste mar desejado,
se faz por amor,
uma bela saga.
Por ti sou feliz,
vivo apaixonado...
porque te amo
e me sinto amado.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/6iB4PI4n24E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-um-mar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIGRno7eCp7ImA9Wx9UGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-3294809135606880007</id><published>2011-02-16T13:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:45:27.400Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T14:45:27.400Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beijo" /><title>Se o teu beijo tivesse asas...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/3294809135606880007/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/se-o-teu-beijo-tivesse-asas.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/3294809135606880007?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/3294809135606880007?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/KuCYy0KXWaY/se-o-teu-beijo-tivesse-asas.html" title="Se o teu beijo tivesse asas..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrOWGI7ePM4Qivook2zyXVsENoU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrOWGI7ePM4Qivook2zyXVsENoU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrOWGI7ePM4Qivook2zyXVsENoU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrOWGI7ePM4Qivook2zyXVsENoU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tanta é a saudade que sinto agora,
de poder saborear os beijos teus.
Sair ao teu encontro estrada fora,
e os teus lábios, unir aos meus.

Gostava que o teu beijo tivesse asas,
voasse dos teus lábios, doce e quente,
em nossas bocas, quentes como brasas,
se fundisse de amor, num beijo ardente.

Tanta é a saudade que sinto agora,
só tu preenches o meu pensamento
e o meu coração quase que chora.

Com&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/KuCYy0KXWaY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/se-o-teu-beijo-tivesse-asas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AEQn4yeCp7ImA9Wx9UFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-6261892056798091996</id><published>2011-02-14T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:01:43.090Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-14T15:01:43.090Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namorados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Dia de S. Valentim</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/6261892056798091996/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/dia-de-s-valentim.html#comment-form" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/6261892056798091996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/6261892056798091996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/R54fYeo_7OY/dia-de-s-valentim.html" title="Dia de S. Valentim" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puEO-6v-KP0CFwgPykFCAQZHVos/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puEO-6v-KP0CFwgPykFCAQZHVos/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puEO-6v-KP0CFwgPykFCAQZHVos/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puEO-6v-KP0CFwgPykFCAQZHVos/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gosto de comemorar este dia...

Porque continuo a sentir,
vontade de correr para ti
E dentro de mim, o desejo:
de sentir-te em meus braços,
de fazer parar o mundo...
sempre que te beijo.

Porque sinto no peito:
o coração acelerar,
quando estou contigo
e que nunca vão bastar...
as vezes que te digo:
-amo-te muito, meu amor.

Porque foste, és e serás,
aquela que eu sempre quis,
de quem sou eterno &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/R54fYeo_7OY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/dia-de-s-valentim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECSXY_fyp7ImA9Wx9UFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-4266674066410579050</id><published>2011-02-11T13:45:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:14:28.847Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-11T14:14:28.847Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Sonhos e recordações...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/4266674066410579050/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/sonhos-e-recordacoes.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4266674066410579050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4266674066410579050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/aa_1qwyIiXo/sonhos-e-recordacoes.html" title="Sonhos e recordações..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3mPRYyKt3Sz4_GRGvHcQqvu7j2w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3mPRYyKt3Sz4_GRGvHcQqvu7j2w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3mPRYyKt3Sz4_GRGvHcQqvu7j2w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3mPRYyKt3Sz4_GRGvHcQqvu7j2w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gostava de sair contigo,
com espirito vagabundo,
livres de todo o desatino.

Sairmos os dois por aí,
calcorreando esse mundo,
vagueando sem destino.

Sem perguntar o caminho.
Sem levar mapa, nem gps,
nem saber pra onde ir.

Recordações de uma vida,
passado que não esquece,
que quero contigo repetir.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/aa_1qwyIiXo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/sonhos-e-recordacoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDSXc9fCp7ImA9Wx9UEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-4859456023038452223</id><published>2011-02-08T13:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:39:38.964Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-08T16:39:38.964Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>A razão...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/4859456023038452223/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/razao.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4859456023038452223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4859456023038452223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/Gm2UdnZBzIA/razao.html" title="A razão..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ll6-NWpb9K0D58MvrT1BLzTA_XE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ll6-NWpb9K0D58MvrT1BLzTA_XE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ll6-NWpb9K0D58MvrT1BLzTA_XE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ll6-NWpb9K0D58MvrT1BLzTA_XE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Não faria qualquer sentido,
continuar a escrever poesia,
se o meu sentimento nascido,
não continuasse a ser vivido,
com paixão, amor,muita magia.

Um poema também é uma história
e é sempre: um pedaço de alguém,
uma vida, um instante de glória,
são palavras cravadas na memória,
pertença de todos e de ninguém.

Cada verso é um batimento,
ao compasso do coraçao,
que bate a cada momento,
soltando o &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/Gm2UdnZBzIA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/razao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQno8fyp7ImA9Wx9UEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-5051127861329860737</id><published>2011-02-07T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:05:03.477Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-07T12:05:03.477Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Porque tu és....</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/5051127861329860737/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/porque-tu-es.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/5051127861329860737?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/5051127861329860737?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/xOh3Twbx1FI/porque-tu-es.html" title="Porque tu és...." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j7AupccyDinPtLyk7EF-od-o0PU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j7AupccyDinPtLyk7EF-od-o0PU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j7AupccyDinPtLyk7EF-od-o0PU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j7AupccyDinPtLyk7EF-od-o0PU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;És para mim um Sol...
que brilha, seduz
e dá calor.
Meu guia, meu farol...
minha luz,
meu amor.

Dona de um olhar,
que me traz fé
e faz sonhar.
Que faz levantar,
por de pé,
e continuar.

És a força, a doçura,
a insistência,
o acreditar.
Razão de uma loucura,
que nem a ciencia,
consegue explicar.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/xOh3Twbx1FI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/porque-tu-es.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNRXc_fSp7ImA9Wx9VFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-4887002520362134054</id><published>2011-02-02T13:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:48:14.945Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-02T13:48:14.945Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrever n'areia" /><title>Adoro-te</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/4887002520362134054/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/adoro-te.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4887002520362134054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/4887002520362134054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/XG-TGNQoV8o/adoro-te.html" title="Adoro-te" /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LxSEIltSKcWi9sOJmQRiwOfeQ7U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LxSEIltSKcWi9sOJmQRiwOfeQ7U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LxSEIltSKcWi9sOJmQRiwOfeQ7U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LxSEIltSKcWi9sOJmQRiwOfeQ7U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Adoro a tua aparência,
teus labios, teu olhar,
teu corpo,
o teu ar sensual,
que tanto me faz desejar-te.

Adoro a tua essência,
teu intimo, teu pensar,
teu jeito...
de ser e de estar,
que tanto me faz amar-te.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/XG-TGNQoV8o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/adoro-te.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkADRHY-fCp7ImA9Wx9VFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083600252835288795.post-6156981990918912836</id><published>2011-02-01T13:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:59:35.854Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T13:59:35.854Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema de amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>O Amor é música...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/feeds/6156981990918912836/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor-e-musica.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/6156981990918912836?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083600252835288795/posts/default/6156981990918912836?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~3/D6qU_yn63Es/o-amor-e-musica.html" title="O Amor é música..." /><author><name>To Quim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13466389755860547700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="27" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP65jxJAarI/S36Qv236MFI/AAAAAAAABow/a5D80lvEp38/S220/2007-01_To++Laid.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7cVl6lC_vK2U5zUFMYwSEQ4uNe4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7cVl6lC_vK2U5zUFMYwSEQ4uNe4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7cVl6lC_vK2U5zUFMYwSEQ4uNe4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7cVl6lC_vK2U5zUFMYwSEQ4uNe4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O Amor é sempre bom,
quando é feito como musica.
Se cair fora de tom...
o mais importante...
é nunca perder o som.

O Amor tem ritmo, melodia,
tempo e movimento.
Feito com harmonia...
mais importante...
sempre com muita alegria.

O Amor é sempre melhor,
quando sentido e partilhado.
Quando são os dois a compôr...
muito importante...
sempre tocado em tom maior.

O Amor é um concerto,
com lindas &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EscreverNAreia/~4/D6qU_yn63Es" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://escrevernareia.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor-e-musica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

