<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2024 21:08:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>mãos</category><category>memória</category><title>memória das mãos</title><description></description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-2757555591064682464</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2020 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-04-12T19:42:53.920+01:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
há tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;
que inclino o olhar&lt;br /&gt;
para o caminho das horas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
não sei quantas passaram,&lt;br /&gt;
se foram dias&lt;br /&gt;
ou anos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
se as vejo&lt;br /&gt;
ou se apenas&lt;br /&gt;
são fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;
de todos os lugares&lt;br /&gt;
onde estou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zzg1UAro9hw" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;rodrigo leão, orquestra &amp;amp; coro gulbenkian com selma uamusse - o peregrino (fonte: youtube)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2020/04/ha-tanto-tempo-que-inclino-o-olhar-para.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/zzg1UAro9hw/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-7850828660457899231</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2015 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T17:31:03.683+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>se a vida é circular,&lt;br /&gt;
por que param as mãos?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;muhr - sleep (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2015/03/se-vida-e-circular-por-que-as-maos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/cSL8xHrTjZw/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-2789936552432436307</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2014 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.737+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>não encontro o caminho da mão&lt;br /&gt;
para chegar ao princípio do verbo&lt;br /&gt;
e da matéria solar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
estou quieto,&lt;br /&gt;
hoje&lt;br /&gt;
o vento não passa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
a luz recolhe-se ao horizonte&lt;br /&gt;
do lado do sono.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
dizem que aqui,&lt;br /&gt;
deste lado,&lt;br /&gt;
o céu também é azul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/kGy28S1mZMY" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;low - lullaby (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2014/06/nao-encontro-o-caminho-da-mao-para.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-3182148057075778738</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2013 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.755+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;i&gt;"Oiço os murmúrios do sol. Saboreio o que sou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Sou renovado pelo espaço, nasço num espaço verde.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;O que eu amo está perto entre a terra e o ar."&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E que o mar te cante: ao horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*António Ramos Rosa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Ic75fCPCsz4" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;field rotation - sleepless (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2013/10/oico-os-murmurios-do-sol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-7500392695519214679</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Sep 2013 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.850+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
no silêncio circular das manhãs há o rumor das pálpebras que batem ao longo da silhueta do teu rosto. há a minha mão sobre a tua. há o verão dos teus olhos que escorrem ao longo da minha pele. e balouçam sobre o trilho de mar que murmura na tua boca.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
a norte, as mãos estão na água. alinhadas com a tua voz.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
se me soprares ao ouvido o teu coração, eu direi: sou água, sou boca, sou língua. sou em ti.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;este silêncio - milagre (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2013/09/este-silencio-milagre-fonte-youtube.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-1309769471019834606</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2013 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.678+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>quando chegas,&lt;br /&gt;
o horizonte do teu beijo fica pousado na boca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e estou aqui,&lt;br /&gt;
na orla de luz&lt;br /&gt;
que o teu olhar desenha nas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/phM3N4wOAcA" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;m83 - coloring the void (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2013/09/quando-chegas-o-horizonte-do-teu-beijo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-7327720199337318764</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2013 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.840+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>cigarro após cigarro&lt;br /&gt;
o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;
que se firma no corpo&lt;br /&gt;
como um dardo.&lt;br /&gt;
depois do mar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UDFasBHOnOU" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;greg haines - 183 times (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2013/01/cigarro-apos-cigarro-o-silencio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/UDFasBHOnOU/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-2201342638614416787</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 09:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.707+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>ao longo da terra&lt;br /&gt;
sou grão de água.&lt;br /&gt;
concha cheia de nomes.&lt;br /&gt;
pela boca dentro&lt;br /&gt;
há um caminho&amp;nbsp;até aos pés&lt;br /&gt;
que atravessa o peito.&lt;br /&gt;
morada&amp;nbsp;luminosa&lt;br /&gt;
onde não voltei a regressar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Gg7mugW-Jc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;max richter - luminous (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/11/ao-longo-da-terra-sou-grao-de-agua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/2Gg7mugW-Jc/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-4957487957860813206</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.805+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>enquanto chego,&lt;br /&gt;
bebo a noite com os meus pés&lt;br /&gt;
e procuro o rasto de sal da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;
com as minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
à porta do mar,&lt;br /&gt;
sento-me ao lado da tua boca&lt;br /&gt;
e aguardo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
na morada inteira do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;
tomo o lume do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
acordo,&lt;br /&gt;
na raiz dos teus pés.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e a tua língua&lt;br /&gt;
mostra o caminho&amp;nbsp;mais breve&lt;br /&gt;
para dentro da água.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/toLszdU3Qhg?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dreamers - evi vine (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/05/enquanto-chego-bebo-noite-com-os-meus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/toLszdU3Qhg/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-8145923876786259726</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.873+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>passeio à luz da tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p4m7M5NK6-U?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;olan mill - bleu polar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/05/estou-luz-da-tua-pele.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/p4m7M5NK6-U/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-1646138522806933314</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.693+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>estou na orla da memória,&lt;br /&gt;
para não me esquecer de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://otherscapes.blogspot.pt/2012/05/memoryscape.html"&gt;+info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/estou-na-orla-da-memoria-para-nao-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9-IsdIqr2xC0d65T76zT968ro92Y7g0Ybqn-wSPa4cQtpQ-wiLGcKPH3_SNEuGpXTvDPOTgZxEeM4L8UikuitVxnATnyyottdFuAENnjDgPEV7rpbvAvEKOD76bjPHVZM-pNp-w/s72-c/Over+memory+edge-2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-3006688485720947947</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 22:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.745+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>do lado do sono, sou eu. memória.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZTvhR0lEtZM?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;música e vídeo: youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/do-lado-do-sono-sou-eu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ZTvhR0lEtZM/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-6913866198408296804</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.817+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>caminho entre os pés&lt;br /&gt;
para nascer todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
conto os fragmentos de sombra&lt;br /&gt;
enquanto me volto para o sol.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mãos e dedos,&lt;br /&gt;
corpo e sangue,&lt;br /&gt;
pés e&lt;br /&gt;
coração na boca.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
eu e mim&lt;br /&gt;
eu e tu,&lt;br /&gt;
tudo o que sou&lt;br /&gt;
começa devagar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dakota suite &amp;amp; emanuele errante - a worn out life (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/caminho-entre-os-pes-para-nascer-todos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/bE-zBqLNreA/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-3451275820084711745</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.773+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>o mar&lt;br /&gt;
canta&amp;nbsp;para nós&lt;br /&gt;
e guarda as palavras que desenho na tua boca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
o mar&lt;br /&gt;
sopra&lt;br /&gt;
enquanto te respiro com a língua&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
num suspiro&lt;br /&gt;
és corpo salgado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
num movimento&lt;br /&gt;
és terra firme
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
na paisagem errante do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;
estou à distância da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j3A0FwAhGWA?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;max richter - infra 4 (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/o-mar-canta-nos-e-guarda-as-palavras.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/j3A0FwAhGWA/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-424086466478245330</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.801+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
há a voragem dos dias que chega aos teus pés.&lt;br /&gt;
paras, devagar&lt;br /&gt;
de corpo aceso&lt;br /&gt;
para a luz que cresce&lt;br /&gt;
na tua sombra.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
há o silêncio que te entra pela boca&lt;br /&gt;
e que entorpece a tua voz.&lt;br /&gt;
com as mãos pousadas no tempo&lt;br /&gt;
e os sentidos rentes ao chão,&lt;br /&gt;
o corpo fala contigo&lt;br /&gt;
e contigo o dia acende a ponta dos teus dedos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e há o recado que te escrevo&lt;br /&gt;
para o leres com as tuas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a5wzw5eXWgs?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;esmerine - sprouts (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/ha-voragem-dos-dias-que-te-chega-aos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/a5wzw5eXWgs/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-8831069922515225824</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T16:55:22.029+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>hoje não estás.&lt;br /&gt;
respiro a memória da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;
nos recados que me vais deixando.&lt;br /&gt;
e neles escrevo os teus nomes&lt;br /&gt;
enquanto me vou lembrando de ti.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ihwmfpBIhPs?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;microtoner - missing (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/hoje-nao-estas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ihwmfpBIhPs/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-2357627242060870760</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.712+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>com a língua percorres lentamente a minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;
cantas-me enquanto entorpeço,
devagar,
sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;
noite dentro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nR_0Pxh0Nuc?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nils frahm - dedication, loyalty (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/com-lingua-percorres-lentamente-minha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/nR_0Pxh0Nuc/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-406149363782469306</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.797+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
a pele estala&lt;br /&gt;
com odores e danças lentas.&lt;br /&gt;
percorremos pautas incansáveis&lt;br /&gt;
de murmúrios urgentes.&lt;br /&gt;
e&amp;nbsp;pedimos para a noite ali ficar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KwGIW24CZDo?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tricky - overcome (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/pele-estala-com-odores-e-dancas-lentas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/KwGIW24CZDo/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-7489743105334947578</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.847+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mãos</category><title/><description>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sd1z3JeNxUY?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
acordo com o rumor da tua presença&lt;br /&gt;
que se vai desenhando na pele&lt;br /&gt;
com a luz da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
devagar,&lt;br /&gt;
aprendo a olhar-te com os meus poros.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
devagar,&lt;br /&gt;
sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;
</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/04/acordo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/sd1z3JeNxUY/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-2520757597565097757</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2012 09:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.724+00:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;br /&gt;
Ouve-me.&lt;br /&gt;
O corpo também fala.&lt;br /&gt;
Há palavras que não cabem na boca.&lt;br /&gt;
As palavras não existem na paisagem em que me deito. Contigo.&lt;br /&gt;
Não temos signos. Temos o calor do corpo e o pulsar das veias.&lt;br /&gt;
Temos o coração que bate. O coração que fala.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ouve-me.&lt;br /&gt;
Na minha pele os poros respiram.&lt;br /&gt;
Aproxima-te. Escuta-me com a tua.&lt;br /&gt;
Podes sentir o pulsar do meu peito que bate rente ao teu. &lt;br /&gt;
Vamos enrolar os corpos. Um no outro.&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos falar.</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/03/ouve-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-8273526337181422787</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.878+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mãos</category><title/><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
as mãos e os dedos. dois momentos dos nossos corpos que se estendem como ramos de árvores. com a mesma cadência. para o ar e para a terra. para o teu corpo e para o meu. as mãos cheias de terra, cheias de corpo que passam pela tua pele. as mãos cheias de tempo que as rugas vão desenhando nelas.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
como radículas, são essas rugas que me agarram à &amp;nbsp;terra. há nas mãos momentos de encontro, enlaces filiais que se ganham com outros corpos. com objectos. há nas mãos um sentido, um lugar. um lugar que pulsa com a terra como o sangue nas veias. há nas mãos força. identidade. memória. querer.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
e há amor entre os meus dedos e os teus. onde nascem raízes que nos encostam ao chão. temos água, temos terra, temos ar. temos isto tudo. somos mãos cheias de dedos.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H8SEXEG8Pp0?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;circadian eyes - reaching hands (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;com:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://postcardsfrombodyland.blogspot.pt/2012/03/na-memoria-das-maos.html"&gt;Postcards.from.bodyland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/03/as-maos-e-os-dedos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/H8SEXEG8Pp0/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-1629556854832118826</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T16:59:53.743+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mãos</category><title/><description>se fores um passageiro errante,&lt;br /&gt;
escreve-me na pele.&lt;br /&gt;
abre um movimento&amp;nbsp;com os teus braços&lt;br /&gt;
e vem para cá.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
pousa as tuas mãos nas minhas&lt;br /&gt;
e deita-te na sombra do meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
não temos tempo para falar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
há na pele um sentido que a voz não pode tocar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
vem,&lt;br /&gt;
pelo meus braços e escreve-me,&lt;br /&gt;
poro a poro, nas rugas inteiras,&lt;br /&gt;
para que eu não te esqueça&lt;br /&gt;
e que um dia me lembre de voltar a sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nils frahm - corn (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/02/passageiro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/pmULbKYNYRA/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-2480860021707428030</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.717+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memória</category><title/><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
desenhar-te por dentro do silêncio. uma sombra, um pedaço do corpo que se estende para a salsugem.&amp;nbsp;pauta que faz areia. corpo que encontra a pele.&amp;nbsp;memória que constrói o mar.&amp;nbsp;entre a pele e o mar há um&amp;nbsp;lápis que encontra o movimento, entre o corpo e a memória há um silêncio. e, para lá dos sulcos na areia, somos um momento de sal que permanece no horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUjP-BN3uTCeIuNCOiecIHmxRkI44jt9h-IG_o95QXP0PWIGyzr6mrg12K9EMaO_uV8WvO3Qb0DH8zscaJIZw7vdickNQ8fs3M-Cwn2YoL6hoCIlXU9mcFCqrXOFE0W4nMG2aZg/s1600/419078_10150564833691219_523978492_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUjP-BN3uTCeIuNCOiecIHmxRkI44jt9h-IG_o95QXP0PWIGyzr6mrg12K9EMaO_uV8WvO3Qb0DH8zscaJIZw7vdickNQ8fs3M-Cwn2YoL6hoCIlXU9mcFCqrXOFE0W4nMG2aZg/s400/419078_10150564833691219_523978492_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/02/corpo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUjP-BN3uTCeIuNCOiecIHmxRkI44jt9h-IG_o95QXP0PWIGyzr6mrg12K9EMaO_uV8WvO3Qb0DH8zscaJIZw7vdickNQ8fs3M-Cwn2YoL6hoCIlXU9mcFCqrXOFE0W4nMG2aZg/s72-c/419078_10150564833691219_523978492_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-761498620994706160</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.861+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mãos</category><title/><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
dá-me a tua mão que eu dou-te a minha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
vamos escrever. pega na folha de papel para eu escrever:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
/estamos em frente ao mar, mergulhados no olhar um do outro. falamos. falamos horas a fio. o teu olhar no meu. sempre o teu olhar no meu. de repente&amp;nbsp;paras&amp;nbsp;de falar e agarras-me a mão. os teus olhos param nos meus. uns para os outros, os dedos descobrem-se e as palmas das mãos&amp;nbsp;encostam-se, uma contra a outra. com a mesma força. com a mesma vontade.&amp;nbsp;entre o sol e o olhar.&amp;nbsp;agarra bem na folha de papel. fiquemos juntos ao mar. as palavras não chegam. vamos encontrar esse beijo urgente. escorreguemos pelo tempo. e por dentro desse beijo vamos para o fundo dos nossos corpos.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wintercoats - working on a dream (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/02/vamos-escrever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ZLxNfu7izQ8/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23049474.post-1256049871799106962</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-22T17:21:24.674+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mãos</category><title/><description>vai,&lt;br /&gt;
para onde a água te leva&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
bate,&lt;br /&gt;
bate,&lt;br /&gt;
bate,&lt;br /&gt;
como a água do rio&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sou a água&lt;br /&gt;
e tu a terra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sou a mão&lt;br /&gt;
e tu a pele
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Labc97KqnWk" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(desconhecido) - once upon a september (fonte: youtube.com)&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://memoriadasmaos.blogspot.com/2012/02/vai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sérgio Godinho)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>