<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011</id><updated>2024-10-25T03:19:19.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Português 12º</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-8945509842376108312</id><published>2010-02-02T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:25:52.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Lusíadas vs Mensagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;O projecto da &lt;b&gt;Mensagem&lt;/b&gt; é o de superar o carácter obsessivo e nacional d’&lt;b&gt;Os Lusíadas&lt;/b&gt; no imaginário mítico-poético nacional. &lt;b&gt;Os Lusíadas &lt;/b&gt;conquistaram o título de “evangelho nacional” e foram elevados à categoria de símbolo nacional. A &lt;b&gt;Mensagem &lt;/b&gt;logo no seu título aponta para um novo evangelho, num sentido místico, ideia de missão e de vocação universal. O próprio título indicia uma revelação, uma iniciação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;Pessoa previa para breve o aparecimento do “Supra-Camões” que anunciará o “Supra-Portugal de amanhã”, a “busca de uma Índia Nova”, o tal “porto sempre por achar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;A &lt;b&gt;Mensagem &lt;/b&gt;entrelaça-se, através de um complexo processo intertextual, com &lt;b&gt;Os Lusíadas&lt;/b&gt;, que por sua vez são já um reflexo intertextual da Eneida&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e da Odisseia. Estabelece-se portanto um diálogo que perpassa múltiplos tempos históricos. Pessoa transforma-se num arquitecto que edifica uma obra nova, com moderbnidade, mas também com a herança da memória.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyTextIndent&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Em Camões memória e esperança estão no mesmo plano. Em Pessoa, o objecto da esperança transferiu-se para o sonho, daí a diferente concepção de heroísmo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;Pessoa identifica-se com os heróis da &lt;b&gt;Mensagem &lt;/b&gt;ou neles se desdobra num processo lírico-dramático. O amor da pátria converte-se numa atitude metafísica, definivel pela decepção do real, por uma loucura consciente. Revivendo a fé no Quinto Império, Pessoa reinventou um razão de ser, um destino para fugir a um quotidiano&lt;br /&gt;absurdo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;O assunto da &lt;b&gt;Mensagem&lt;/b&gt; é a essência de Portugal e a sua missão por cumprir. Portugal é reduzido a um pensamento que descarna e espectraliza as personagens da história nacional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;A &lt;b&gt;Mensagem&lt;/b&gt; é o sonho de um império sem fronteiras nem ocaso. A viagem real é metamorfoseada na busca do “porto sempre por achar”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/8945509842376108312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/8945509842376108312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-lusiadas-vs-mensagem.html' title='Os Lusíadas vs Mensagem'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-7655243518156282124</id><published>2010-02-02T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:24:54.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois vectores da Mensagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; &quot;&gt;ü&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; &quot;&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;busca ôntica – procura da essência da lusitanidade e definição da nossa idiossincrasia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; &quot;&gt;ü&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; &quot;&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;inquirição – questionação do mesmo histórico a seguir e a fazer seguir como projecto nacional colectivo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: 26.4pt; &quot;&gt;Pessoa é um exemplo desta obsessão nacional – a espera de um Messias.&lt;br /&gt;A história de Portugal não oferece problemas à elaboração de um mito nacional. Ela está cheia de elementos e contém já um grande mito, o sebastianismo. Pessoa distinguiu o seu sebastianismo, apelidando-o de racional. O regresso de D. Sebastião é associado ao aparecimento do Quinto Império. Pessoa abandona os Impérios materiais para elaborar impérios espirituais – Grécia, Roma, Cristandade, Europa pós-renascentista e, agora, Portugal. O Quinto Império já estava escrito nas trovas do Bandarra e nas quadras do Nostradamus. O nacionalismo tradicional é superado por um nacionalismo cosmopolita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: 26.4pt; &quot;&gt;Pessoa, criador do fundo e da forma do mito, anuncia-se como um supra Camões. A realidade é activada pelo Mito (força catalizadora).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/7655243518156282124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/7655243518156282124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/dois-vectores-da-mensagem.html' title='Dois vectores da Mensagem'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-2792439025922682808</id><published>2010-02-02T15:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:23:34.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinto Império</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 15px; &quot;&gt;É evidente que Pessoa não inventou o Sebastianismo, encontrou-o na tradição portuguesa; mas, ao adoptá-lo, aprofundou-o e transfigurou-o. Sobretudo, uniu-o de uma forma pessoal ao outro grande mito tradicional português, o do Quinto Império. A ideia do Quinto Império vem de muito longe na mitologia judaico-cristã. Todos concordam em ver a sua origem no sonho de Nabucodonosor, contado no Livro de Daniel. O rei vê em sonhos uma estátua de dimensões prodigiosas: a cabeça é de ouro, o peito de prata, o ventre de bronze e os pés de barro misturado com ferro. De súbito, uma pedra bate no barro, o que faz com que toda a estátua venha abaixo; e a pedra transforma-se numa alta montanha que cobre a terra inteira. Daniel interpreta assim o sonho: o ouro representa o império da Babilónia, e a prata, o bronze e o barro misturado com o ferro significam os outros três impérios que irão suceder-lhe. Esses quatro impérios serão destruídos. A pedra que se transforma em montanha profetiza a vinda de um Quinto Império universal, que não terá fim. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt; color: black; &quot;&gt;Para Pessoa, os quatro primeiros impérios já não são os da tradição, mas os quatro grandes momentos da civilização ocidental: a Grécia, a Roma antiga, o Cristianismo, a Europa do Renascimento e das Luzes. Já não se fala da Assíria nem da Pérsia, nem, aliás, do Egipto ou da China: o mundo é europeu. Mas, sobretudo, quando fala do Império vindouro, já não se trata de todo do exercício de um poder temporal, nem sequer espiritual, mas da irradiação do espírito universal, reflectido nas obras dos poetas e dos artistas. Ele condena a força armada, a conquista, a colonização, a evangelização, todas as formas de poder. O Quinto Império será «cultural», ou não será. E se diz, como Vieira, que o Império será português, isso significa que Portugal desempenhará um papel determinante na difusão dessa ideia apolínea e órfica do homem que toda a sua obra proclama. Um português como ele, homem sem qualidades, infinitamente aberto, menos marcado que os outros, tem mais vocação para a universalidade. Não há dúvidas de que acreditou que aquilo a que chama metaforicamente o Quinto Império se realizaria por ele e nele; é o sentido de um texto de 1925, em que afirma que «a segunda vinda» de D. Sebastião já se verificou, cumprindo a profecia do Bandarra, em 1888, data que marca «o início do reino do sol».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/2792439025922682808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/2792439025922682808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/quinto-imperio.html' title='Quinto Império'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-5369337448947705997</id><published>2010-02-02T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:22:29.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebastanismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Narrow&#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt;O sebastianismo é um mito nacional de tipo religioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial Narrow&#39;; color: black; &quot;&gt;«D. Sebastião voltará, diz a lenda, por uma manhã de névoa, no seu cavalo branco...»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;O sebastianismo, fundamentalmente, o que é? É um movimento religioso, feito em volta duma figura nacional, no sentido dum mito. No sentido simbólico D. Sebastião é Portugal: Portugal que perdeu a sua grandeza com D. Sebastião, e que só voltará a tê-la com o regresso dele, regresso simbólico ( como, por um mistério espantoso e divino, a própria vida dele fora simbólica ( mas em que não é absurdo confiar. D. Sebastião voltará, diz a lenda, por uma manhã de névoa, no seu cavalo branco, vindo da ilha longínqua onde esteve esperando a hora da volta. A manhã de névoa indica, evidentemente, um renascimento anuviado por elementos de decadência, por restos da Noite onde viveu a nacionalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; &quot;&gt;ü&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; &quot;&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D. Sebastião não morreu porque os símbolos não morrem. O desaparecimento físico de D. Sebastião proporciona a libertação da alma portuguesa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; &quot;&gt;ü&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; &quot;&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D. Sebastião aparece cinco vezes explicitamente na &lt;b&gt;Mensagem &lt;/b&gt;(uma vez nas Quinas, outra em Mar português e três vezes nos Símbolos).&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, pode mesmo dizer-se que o Brasão e o Mar português são a preparação para a chegada do Encoberto, na sua qualidade de Messias de Portugal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; &quot;&gt;ü&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; &quot;&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D. Sebastião faz uma espécie de elogio da loucura (condenação da matéria e sublimação do espírito)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;O três é um número que exprime a ordem intelectual e espiritual (o cosmos no homem). O 3 é a soma do um (céu) e do dois (a Terra). Trata-se da manifestação da divindade, é a manifestação da perfeição, da totalidade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;O sete assume também uma extrema relevância, senão vejamos, sete foram os Castelos que D. Afonso III conquistou aos mouros, sete são os poemas de Os Castelos .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;O sete corresponde aos 7 dias da criação, assim como as 7 figuras evocadas são também as fundadoras da nacionalidade (Ulisses fundou Lisboa, Viriato uma nação, Conde D. Henrique um Condado, D. Dinis uma cultura, D. João uma dinastia, D. Tareja e D. Filipa fundaram duas dinastias). Pessoa manteve na sua obra a ideia do número sete como número da criação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;O sete é o número da perfeição dinâmica. É o número de um ciclo completo.&lt;br /&gt;O sete articula-se com o quatro. Os 7 protagonistas de Os Castelos vêm dos 4 cantos do mundo (França, Inglaterra, Ibéria e Grécia). Note-se que cada período lunar tem 7 dias e existem 4 fases que fecham o ciclo. Perpassa a ideia de algo que se completa, de um ciclo que se fecha. O sete é um símbolo de totalidade, de união do feminino com o masculino. Consciente dessa tradição, Pessoa divide o 7 em duas partes – D. João, o primeiro e D. Filipa de Lencastre, ou seja, o &lt;i&gt;animus&lt;/i&gt; e a &lt;i&gt;anima&lt;/i&gt;, o yin e o yang, o Adão e Eva, o Sol e a Lua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;O cinco está ligado às chagas de Cristo, às Quinas e aos cinco impérios sonhados por Nabucodonosar. Os quatro impérios já havidos foram a Grécia, roma, a Cristandade e a Europa pós-renascentista. Se o 5º império fosse material, Pessoa não teria dúvidas em apontar Inglaterra, mas como o 5º Império é o do ser, da essência, do imaterial, o poeta não tem dúvidas em apontar Portugal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;Se o sete é o número da perfeição, o três da divindade, o cinco é o número da evolução espiritual do homem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;Pessoa escolheu cinco mártires da nação para corresponderem às cinco quinas (D.Duarte, D. Pedro, D. Fernando, D. João e D. Sebastião). O &lt;b&gt;Brasão &lt;/b&gt;está dividido em 5 partes, tantas quantas as partes do nosso símbolo heráldico – Campos, Castelos, Quinas, Coroa e Grifo).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;N’&lt;b&gt;Os Lusíadas&lt;/b&gt; as quinas representam os cinco reis vencidos por D. Afonso Henriques na Batalha de Ourique.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;O doze assume relevância na segunda parte da &lt;b&gt;Mensagem &lt;/b&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Mar Português&lt;/b&gt;. Doze são os poemas de &lt;b&gt;Mar Português &lt;/b&gt;, 12 eram os discípulos de Cristo, 12 os Cavaleiros da Távola Redonda, 12 os meses do ano, 12 os signos do zoodíaco. O número 12 é o número da acção. Nesta parte da &lt;b&gt;Mensagem&lt;/b&gt;, Portugal está fundado na vida activa (a posse dos mares).&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 35.4pt; &quot;&gt;O oito é o número das pontas da Cruz da Ordem de Cristo, a cruz que as caravelas ostentavam. Oito letras tem &lt;b&gt;Portugal &lt;/b&gt;e oito letras tem &lt;b&gt;Mensagem&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/5369337448947705997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/5369337448947705997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/sebastanismo.html' title='Sebastanismo'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-6442240671474769818</id><published>2010-02-02T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:20:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrutura formal e simbolica da mensagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: 9pt; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mensagem&lt;/u&gt; é a expressão poética dos mitos – não se trata de uma narrativa sobre os grandes feitos dos portugueses no passado, como em &lt;u&gt;Os Lusíadas&lt;/u&gt;, mas sim, de um cantar de um Império de teor espiritual, da construção de uma supra-nação, através da ligação ocidente/oriente: não são os factos históricos propriamente ditos sobre os nossos reis que mais importam; são sim as suas atitudes e o que eles representam, sendo o assunto de &lt;u&gt;Mensagem&lt;/u&gt; a essência de Portugal e a sua missão a cumprir. Daí se interpretem as figuras dos reis nos poemas de &lt;u&gt;Mensagem&lt;/u&gt; como heróis mas mais que isso, como símbolos, de diferentes significados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;1ª Parte&quot;&gt;1ª Parte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; – BRASÃO: o princípio da nacionalidade (em que fundadores e antepassados criaram a pátria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; &quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Ulisses”&lt;/b&gt; – símbolo da renovação dos mitos: Ulisses de facto não existiu mas bastou a sua lenda para nos inspirar. A lenda, ao penetrar na realidade, faz o milagre de tornar a vida “cá em baixo” insignificante. É irrelevante que as figuras de quem o poeta se vai ocupar tenham tido ou não existência histórica! (“Sem existir nos bastou/Por não ter vindo foi vindo/E nos criou.”). O que importa é o que elas representam. Daí serem figuras incorpóreas, que servem para ilustrar o ideal de ser português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; &quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“D. Dinis”&lt;/b&gt; – símbolo da importância da poesia na construção do Mundo: Pessoa vê D. Dinis como o rei capaz de antever o futuro e interpreta isso através das suas acções – ele plantou o pinhal de Leiria, de onde foi retirada a madeira para as caravelas, e falou da “voz da terra ansiando pelo mar”, ou seja, do desejo de que a aventura ultrapasse a mediocridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; &quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“D. Sebastião, rei de Portugal”&lt;/b&gt; – símbolo da loucura audaciosa e aventureira: o Homem sem a loucura não é nada; é simplesmente uma besta que nasce, procria e morre, sem viver! Ora, D. Sebastião, apesar de ter falhado o empreendimento épico, FOI em frente, e morreu por uma ideia de grandeza, e essa é a ideia que deve persistir, mesmo após sua morte (“Ficou meu ser que houve, não o que há./Minha loucura, outros que a tomem/Com o que nela ia.”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;2ª Parte&quot;&gt;2ª Parte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; – MAR PORTUGUÊS: a realização através do mar (em que heróis empossados da grande missão de descobrir foram construtores do grande destino da Nação)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“O Infante”&lt;/b&gt; – símbolo do Homem universal, que realiza o sonho por vontade divina: ele reúne todas as qualidades, virtudes e valores para ser o intermediário entre os homens e Deus (“Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce.”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; &quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Mar Português”&lt;/b&gt; – símbolo do sofrimento por que passaram todos os portugueses: a construção de uma supra-nação, de uma Nação mítica implica o sacrifício do povo (“Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal/São lágrimas de Portugal!”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; &quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“O Mostrengo”&lt;/b&gt; – símbolo dos obstáculos, dos perigos e dos medos que os portugueses tiveram que enfrentar para realizar o seu sonho: revoltado por alguém usurpar os seus domínios, “O Mostrengo” é uma alegoria do medo, que tenta impedir os portugueses de completarem o seu destino (“Quem é que ousou entrar/Nas minhas cavernas que não desvendo,/Meus tectos negros do fim do mundo?”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyTextIndent&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;3ª Parte&quot;&gt;3ª Parte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; – O ENCOBERTO: a morte ou fim das energias latentes (é o novo ciclo que se anuncia que trará a regeneração e instaurará um novo tempo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyTextIndent&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; &quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“O Quinto Império”&lt;/b&gt; – símbolo da inquietação necessária ao progresso, assim como o sonho: não se pode ficar sentado à espera que as coisas aconteçam; há que ser ousado, curioso, corajoso e aventureiro; há que estar inquieto e descontente com o que se tem e o que se é! (“Triste de quem vive em casa/Contente com o seu lar/Sem um sonho, no erguer da asa.../Triste de quem é feliz!”) O Quinto Império de Pessoa é a mística certeza do vir a ser pela lição do ter sido, o Portugal-espírito, ente de cultura e esperança, tanto mais forte quanto a hora da decadência a estimula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoBodyTextIndent&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; &quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Nevoeiro”&lt;/b&gt; – símbolo da nossa confusão, do estado caótico em que nos encontramos, tanto como um Estado, como emocionalmente, mentalmente, etc.: algo ficou consubstanciado, pois temos o desejo de voltarmos a ser o que éramos (“(Que ânsia distante perto chora?)”), mas não temos os meios (“Nem rei nem lei, nem paz nem guerra...”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Fernando Pessoa acreditava que, através dos seus textos, poderia despertar as consciências e fazê-las acreditar e desejar a grandeza outrora vivenciada. Espera poder contribuir parar o reerguer da Pátria, relembrando, nas 1ª e 2ª partes da Mensagem, o passado histórico grandioso e anunciando a vinda do Encoberto (3ª parte), na figura mítica de D.Sebastião, que anunciaria o advento do Quinto Império.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Preconizava para Portugal a construção de um novo império, espiritual, capaz de elevar os Portugueses ao lugar de destaque que outrora ocuparam a nível mundial. Esta projecção ficar-se-ia a dever a um “poeta ou poetas supremos” que, pela sua genialidade, colocariam Portugal, um país culturalmente evoluído, como líder de todos os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; &quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;&quot;&gt;Na realidade, Fernando Pessoa antevê a possibilidade da supremacia de Portugal, não em termos materiais, como no tempo de Camões, mas em termos espirituais É nesta nova concepção de Império que assenta o carácter simbólico e mítico que enforma a epopeia pessoana e que, inevitavelmente, destacará a figura deste superpoeta, em detrimento da de Camões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/6442240671474769818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/6442240671474769818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/estrutura-formal-e-simbolica-da.html' title='Estrutura formal e simbolica da mensagem'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-8442140249002471907</id><published>2010-02-02T15:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:17:40.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vasco da Gama, o mostrengo, mar portugues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Análise do Poema &quot;Ascenção de Vasco da Gama&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Os Deuses da tormenta e os gigantes da terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Suspendem de repente o ódio da sua guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E pasmam. Pelo vale onde se ascende aos céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Surge um silêncio, e vai, da névoa ondeando os véus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Primeiro um movimento e depois um assombro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Ladeiam-no, ao durar, os medos, ombro a ombro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E ao longe o rastro ruge em nuvens e clarões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Em baixo, onde a terra é, o pastor gela, e a flauta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Cai-lhe, e em êxtase vê, à luz de mil trovões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;O céu abrir o abismo à alma do Argonauta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;A figura de Vasco da Gama é engrandecida neste poema por vários aspectos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; text-indent: -15px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;1. Pela situação de elevação aos céus num plano superior ao da simples condição humana – libertando-se do corpo, torna-se alma e imortaliza-se;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; text-indent: -15px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;2. Pelos efeitos provocados por esta situação: o pasmo dos Deuses e dos Gigantes, o silêncio e assombro da natureza e a admiração dos homens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; text-indent: -15px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;3. Pelo nome de “Argonauta” dado a Gama, identificando-o com os heróis míticos da Grécia antiga, que procuravam desvendar o desconhecimento, buscando o inacessível e o impossível. É de salientar que este poema se associa à representação que é conferida a Vasco da Gama “n’Os Lusíadas” obra em que o herói  é também elevado no plano dos Deuses nomeadamente no episódio “Ilha dos Amores”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; text-indent: -15px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Análise do Poema &quot;O Monstrengo&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;O mostrengo que está no fim do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Na noite de breu ergueu-se a voar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;A roda da nau voou três vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Voou três vezes a chiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E disse: «Quem é que ousou entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Nas minhas cavernas que não desvendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Meus tetos negros do fim do mundo?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E o homem do leme disse, tremendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;«El-Rei D. João Segundo!»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;«De quem são as velas onde me roço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;De quem as quilhas que vejo e ouço?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Disse o mostrengo, e rodou três vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Três vezes rodou imundo e grosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;«Quem vem poder o que só eu posso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Que moro onde nunca ninguém me visse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E escorro os medos do mar sem fundo?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E o homem do leme tremeu, e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;«El-Rei D. João Segundo!»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Três vezes do leme as mãos ergueu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Três vezes ao leme as reprendeu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E disse no fim de tremer três vezes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;«Aqui ao leme sou mais do que eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Sou um povo que quer o mar que é teu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;E mais que o mostrengo, que me a alma teme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;E roda nas trevas do fim do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Manda a vontade, que me ata ao leme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;De El-Rei D. João Segundo!»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;O que o Gigante Adamastor é para Os Lusíadas é para a Mensagem “O mostrengo”. Ambos, cardeais, axiais; ambos de tal importância, que foram colocados, pelos seus autores, exactamente, pensadamente, mesmo materialmente, no meio do grande poema. No caso da Mensagem, o rigor e a exactidão são matemáticos: 21 poemas antes, 21 poemas depois de “O mostrengo”. Estes episódios, estão no meio pois isto é a meio da viagem e é o ponto mais alto e difícil para o povo português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Análise do Poema &quot;Mar Português&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;São lágrimas de Portugal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Por te cruzarmos, quantas mães choraram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Quantos filhos em vão rezaram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Quantas noivas ficaram por casar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Para que fosses nosso, ó mar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Valeu a pena? Tudo vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Se a alma não é pequena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Quem quer passar além do Bojador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Tem que passar além da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Mas nele é que espelhou o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Este poema compara-se com o episódio “despedida das naus em Belém” de “Os Lusíadas” pois as lágrimas de Portugal que tornaram salgados o mar, são as mesmas que os familiares choraram perante a partida dos marinheiros para a aventura marítima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/8442140249002471907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/8442140249002471907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/vasco-da-gama-o-mostrengo-mar-portugues.html' title='Vasco da Gama, o mostrengo, mar portugues'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-8703909322235252360</id><published>2010-02-02T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:16:29.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulisses, D.Afonso Henriques, D. Sebastião Rei de Portugal, Infante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Análise do Poema &quot;Ulisses&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;O mito é o nada que é tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;O mesmo sol que abre os céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;É um mito brilhante e mudo --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;O corpo morto de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Vivo e desnudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Este, que aqui aportou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Foi por não ser existindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Sem existir nos bastou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Por não ter vindo foi vindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E nos criou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Assim a lenda se escorre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;A entrar na realidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E a fecundá-la decorre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Em baixo, a vida, metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;De nada, morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Ulisses, o herói da guerra de Tróia e protagonista da obra odisseia de Hómero, é um dos grandes mitos da civilização grega, e segundo a lenda, terá fundado Lisboa. Ao recuperar esta lenda e elege-lo como um dos primeiros poemas da “Mensagem”, Fernando pessoa tem precisamente a intenção de atribuir a Portugal uma origem mítica, que é mais valiosa de que qualquer origem histórica (os heróis desta obra são localizadas sobretudo no seu lado mítico).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Tal como na “Mensagem”, Camões recupera nos Lusíadas a lenda de que Ulisses terá fundando Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Análise do Poema &quot;D. Afonso Henriques&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Pai, foste cavaleiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Hoje a vigília é nossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Dá-nos o exemplo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E a tua inteira força!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Dá, contra a hora em que, errada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Novos infiéis vençam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;A bênção como espada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;A espada como bênção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Este poema apresenta-se como uma prece dirigida a D. Afonso Henriques, “Pai” de uma geração que lendariamente recebeu a força e a missão de Deus. O sujeito poético, assumindo-se como voz do colectivo português, pede ao Rei-Rei que dê ao seu povo o exemplo, a força e a bênção, porque “Hoje a vigília é nossa”, somos nós que temos que ser cavaleiros contra “novos infiéis”, fantasmas do adormecimento colectivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Análise do Poema &quot;D. Sebastião Rei de Portugal&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Louco, sim, louco, porque quis grandeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Qual a Sorte a não dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Não coube em mim minha certeza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Por isso onde o areal está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Ficou meu ser que houve, não o que há.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Minha loucura, outros que me a tomem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Com o que nela ia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Sem a loucura que é o homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Mais que a besta sadia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Cadáver adiado que procria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Comparação “Os Lusíadas”/ “Mensagem”, é a D. Sebastião que Camões dedica “Os Lusíadas” e é a este Rei que o poeta dirige o apelo no sentido de continuar a tradição dos antigos heróis portugueses, para fazer ressurgir a pátria da “apagada e vil tristeza” do presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Na “Mensagem”, D. Sebastião (e o sebastianismo) é o mito organizador de toda a obra, no sentido de que o rei representa o sonho que ressurgirá do nevoeiro em que o Portugal presente está mergulhado, impulsionado a construção do Futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Análise do Poema &quot;O Infante&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Deus quis que a terra fosse toda uma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Que o mar unisse, já não separasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Sagrou-te, e foste desvendando a espuma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E a orla branca foi de ilha em continente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Clareou, correndo, até ao fim do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E viu-se a terra inteira, de repente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Surgir, redonda, do azul profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Quem te sagrou criou-te português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Do mar e nós em ti nos deu sinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Cumpriu-se o Mar, e o Império se desfez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Senhor, falta cumprir-se Portugal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Este poema (“O infante”) foi criado para estabelecer uma relação passado/presente/futuro. Deus quis que os portugueses sonhassem o desvendamento do mar, fazendo nascer a obra dos descobrimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Os portugueses no passado cumpriram, a missão divina, desvendando os mares desconhecidos e criando o Império. Mas este desfez-se e, no presente, Portugal é uma pátria sem glória que falta “cumprir-se” daí o apelo profético expresso no último verso exclamativo, ao cumprimento do destino mítico do Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/8703909322235252360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/8703909322235252360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/ulisses-dafonso-henriques-d-sebastiao.html' title='Ulisses, D.Afonso Henriques, D. Sebastião Rei de Portugal, Infante'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-793858231995529354</id><published>2010-02-02T15:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:11:27.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema &quot;o dos Castelos&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;A Europa jaz, posta nos cotovelos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;De Oriente a Ocidente jaz, fitando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;E toldam-lhe românticos cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Olhos gregos, lembrando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;O cotovelo esquerdo é recuado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;O direito é em ângulo disposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Aquele diz Itália onde é pousado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Este diz Inglaterra onde, afastado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;A mão sustenta, em que se apoia o rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Fita, com olhar esfíngico e fatal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;O Ocidente, futuro do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;O rosto com que fita é Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Reflexão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Tal como neste poema da “Mensagem”, a estrofe de “Os Lusíadas” indica Portugal como “cabeça da Europa toda” atribuindo-lhe uma missão predestinada. Mas “n’Os Lusíadas” essa missão é ditada pelo “Céu” que quis que Portugal vencesse na luta contra os mouros enquanto que na “Mensagem” a missão de Portugal será mais abrangente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/793858231995529354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/793858231995529354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/poema-o-dos-castelos.html' title='Poema &quot;o dos Castelos&quot;'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-1431901535195939972</id><published>2010-02-02T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:10:34.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem (inico, a epopeia lírica)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;A Mensagem, cujas poesias componentes foram escritas entre 1913 e 1934 – data da sua publicação, é sem dúvida a obra-prima onde pessoa lapidarmente imprimiu o seu ideal patriótico, sebastianista e regenerador. É um poema nacional, uma versão moderna, espiritualista e profética de Os Lusíadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;A Mensagem poderá ser vista com uma epopeia. Porque parte dum núcleo histórico, mas a sua formulação sendo simbólica e mítica, do relato histórico, não possuirá a continuidade. Aqui, a acção dos heróis, só adquire pleno significado dentro duma referência mitológica. Aqui serão só eleitos, terão só direito à imortalidade, aqueles homens e feitos que manifestam em si esses mitos significativos. Assim, sua estrutura será dada pelo que, noutra ideias/forças desse povo: regresso do paraíso, realização do impossível, espera do messias… raízes do desenvolvimento dessa entidade colectiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Os antepassados, os fundadores, que pela sua acção criaram a pátria, e ergueram a personalidade, separada, ou plasmaram na sua altura própria; mas Mães, as que estão na origem das suas dinastias, cantadas como “Antigo seio vigilante”, ou “humano ventre do império”; os heróis navegantes, aqueles que percorreram o mar em busco do caminho da imortalidade, cumprindo um dever individual e pátrio (realização terrestre duma missão transcendente); e, finalmente, depois dessa missão cumprida, dessa realização. Na era crepuscular de fim de vida, os profetas, as vozes que anunciam já aquele que viria regenerar essa pátria moribunda, abrindo-lhe novo ciclo de vida, uma nova era – o Encoberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/1431901535195939972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/1431901535195939972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/mensagem-inico-epopeia-lirica.html' title='Mensagem (inico, a epopeia lírica)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-5138899546347793835</id><published>2010-02-02T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:09:57.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrutura (alargado)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;Assim, a estrutura da Mensagem, sendo a dum mito numa teoria cíclica, a das Idades, transfigura e repete a história duma pátria como o mito dum nascimento, vida e morte dum mundo; morte que será seguida dum renascimento. Desenvolvendo-a como uma ideia completa, de sentido cósmico, e dando-lhe a forma simbólica tripartida – Brasão, Mar Português, O Encoberto. Que se poderá traduzir como: os fundadores, ou o nascimento; a realização, ou a vida; o fim das energias latentes, ou a morte; essa conterá já em si, como gérmen, a próxima ressurreição, o novo ciclo que se anuncia – o Quinto Império. Assim, a terceira parte, é toda ela cheia de avisos, preenche de pressentimentos, de forças latentes prestes a virem á luz: depois da Noite e Tormenta, vem a Calma e a Antemanhã: estes são os Tempos. E aí sempre perpassarão, com um repetido fulgor, sempre a mesma mas em modelações diversas, a nota da esperança: D. Sebastião, O Desejado, O Encoberto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;É dessa forma, o mítico caos, a noite, o abismo, donde surgirá o novo mundo, “Que jaz no abismo sob o mar que se segue”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/5138899546347793835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/5138899546347793835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/estrutura-alargado.html' title='Estrutura (alargado)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-2314720822899011836</id><published>2010-02-02T15:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:09:24.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A estrutura (resumo+++)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; &quot;&gt;· A Mensagem está dividida em três partes. Esta tripartição corresponde a três momentos do Império Português: nascimento, realização e morte. Mas essa morte não é definitiva, pois pressupõe um renascimento que será o novo império, futuro e espiritual.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/2314720822899011836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/2314720822899011836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/estrutura-resumo.html' title='A estrutura (resumo+++)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-8548993605273376575</id><published>2010-02-02T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:08:53.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Carácter épico-lírico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; text-indent: -15px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;· A Mensagem é uma obra épico-lírica, pois, como uma epopeia, parte de um núcleo histórico (heróis e acontecimentos da História de Portugal), mas apresenta uma dimensão subjectiva introspectiva, de contemplação interior, característica própria do lirismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;O mito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; text-indent: -15px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;· As figuras e os acontecimentos históricos são convertidos em símbolos, em mitos, que o poeta exprime liricamente. “O mito é o nada que é tudo”, verso do poema “Ulisses”, é o paradoxo que melhor define essa definição simbólica da matéria histórica da Mensagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Sebastianismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: -15px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;· A Mensagem apresenta um carácter profético, visionário, pois antevê um império futuro, não terreno, e ansiar por ele é perseguir o sonho, a quimera, a febre de além, a sede de Absoluto, a ânsia do impossível, a loucura. D. Sebastião é o mais importante símbolo da obra que, no conjunto dos seus poemas, se alicerça, pois, num sebastianismo messiânico e profético.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 25px; margin-bottom: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;Quinto Império: império espiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; text-indent: -15px; margin-left: 40px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;· É esta a mensagem de Pessoa: a Portugal, nação construtora do Império no passado, cabe construir o Império do futuro, o Quinto Império. E enquanto o Império Português, edificado pelos heróis da Fundação da nacionalidade e dos Descobrimentos é termo, territorial, material, o Quinto Império, anunciado na Mensagem, é um espiritual. “E a nossa grande raça partirá em busca de uma Índia nova, que não existe no espaço, em naus que são construídas daquilo que os sonhos são feitos… “A Mensagem contém, pois, um apelo futuro”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/8548993605273376575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/8548993605273376575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/partes.html' title='Partes'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973187212959277011.post-725435048133909957</id><published>2010-02-02T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:08:05.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem (Resumido)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Nascimento – 1ª Parte “Brasão”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Fundação da nacionalidade, desfile de heróis lendários ou históricos, desde Ulisses a D. Afonso Henriques, D. Dinis ou D. Sebastiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Realização – 2ª Parte “Mar Português”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Poemas inspirados na ânsia do Desconhecido e no esforço heróico da luta com o mar. Apogeu da acção portuguesa dos Descobrimentos, em poemas como “O Infante”, “O Mostrengo”, “Mar Português”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 24px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#808080;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Morte – 3ª Parte “O Encoberto”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Morte das energias de Portugal simbolizada no “nevoeiro”; afirmação do sebastianismo representado na figura do “Encoberto”; apelo e ânsia messiânica da construção do Quinto Império.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/725435048133909957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973187212959277011/posts/default/725435048133909957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12anoportugues.blogspot.com/2010/02/mensagem-resumido.html' title='Mensagem (Resumido)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02086871600372433299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>