<?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-27063816</id><updated>2026-07-06T22:53:46.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Raiva do Vento</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-4676709512587156778</id><published>2018-09-11T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2018-09-11T16:29:27.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A noite caia sobre a cidade&lt;br /&gt;
Espreitei lá fora as nuvens que iam escurecendo&lt;br /&gt;
Vieste como prometido&lt;br /&gt;
entrámos ambos no rio&lt;br /&gt;
que de azul se pintou naquele vermelho de por de sol&lt;br /&gt;
Vieste com promessas de dias cheios de nós&lt;br /&gt;
Cheios dos carinhos que entretanto se foram perdendo pelos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;
as mãos, as nossas atraiam-se num novelo&lt;br /&gt;
As nossas bocas bebiam os dias que desconheciam.&lt;br /&gt;
Os nossos corpos, quentes deste sentimento que neles cresciam&lt;br /&gt;
Iam debitando canções de amor.&lt;br /&gt;
Nessa noite dormi tranquilo, sentindo-te vibrante a meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;
Amo-te</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4676709512587156778/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/4676709512587156778?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/4676709512587156778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/4676709512587156778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2018/09/a-noite-caia-sobre-cidade-espreitei-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-2008366933194375654</id><published>2017-07-17T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-07-17T19:59:44.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olho lá fora a calmia&lt;br /&gt;
na lembrança os anos em que os nossos corpos se conheceram&lt;br /&gt;
Os dias a custarem a passar na melancolia dos domingos&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto a pele arrepiada dos caminhos percorridos contigo&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto ainda a nostalgia de estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;
A tristeza de quando a cama era o refugio&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto no corpo o peso das manhãs passadas em sexo e amor&lt;br /&gt;
Falta-me o teu olhar de gozo e as tuas mãos de meiguice&lt;br /&gt;
Tento reaprender os teus olhares e gestos&lt;br /&gt;
Devolvendo-te o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2008366933194375654/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/2008366933194375654?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/2008366933194375654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/2008366933194375654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2017/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-5059949841360669568</id><published>2016-04-28T11:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2016-04-28T11:28:24.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por e para ti</title><content type='html'>Um dia chorei por ti !&lt;br /&gt;
Desvanecias-te por entre a bruma&lt;br /&gt;
Desaparecias nestas esquinas que eu teimava em dobrar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia o mar tinha uma estranha cor purpura !&lt;br /&gt;
O caminho da tua casa era longo e cheio de curvas&lt;br /&gt;
os teus beijos ainda os guardava para recordar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda chegamos a falar!&lt;br /&gt;
Tu distante e sem o sorriso que sempre te conheci&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sempre a socorrer-me do mar para te ver&lt;br /&gt;
espelhada nele como das vezes &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora dizes que me amas&lt;br /&gt;
Que te perdeste num caminho sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;
que o meu amor o sentes na brisa&lt;br /&gt;
que queres recuperar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E&amp;nbsp;vieste confiante&lt;br /&gt;
entregamo-nos confiantes&lt;br /&gt;
E as esquinas desapareceram&lt;br /&gt;
O teu corpo ainda se arrepia no percurso das minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
a tua boca suga sôfrega a sofreguidão da minha&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Amo-te de uma forma incondicional&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Escrevi na areia da praia bem distante da água&lt;br /&gt;
não se vá apagar.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5059949841360669568/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/5059949841360669568?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/5059949841360669568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/5059949841360669568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2016/04/por-e-para-ti.html' title='Por e para ti'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-1864830832997083066</id><published>2014-09-14T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2014-09-14T18:34:13.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procuro</title><content type='html'>Procuro na sombra o sinal do vento&lt;br /&gt;
Percorro as ruas sempre e sempre&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre no teu encalço&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por vezes encontro-te nos sítios onde não vou&lt;br /&gt;
quem sabe porque eu e tu somos o desencontro&lt;br /&gt;
Teimo sempre em olhar para o azul do rio&lt;br /&gt;
acreditando que é lá que vais surgir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sonho contigo a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;
percorro o teu corpo de desejos&lt;br /&gt;
amamo-nos desenfreadamente&lt;br /&gt;
no areal da praia deserta&lt;br /&gt;
Descansas o teu rosto no meu colo&lt;br /&gt;
Afago-te o cabelo desenvolto&lt;br /&gt;
Beijas-me com sofreguidão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Procuro-te de noite a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;
apenas um travesseiro deserto&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1864830832997083066/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/1864830832997083066?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/1864830832997083066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/1864830832997083066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2014/09/procuro.html' title='Procuro'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-525343311461615831</id><published>2014-07-12T20:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2014-07-12T20:53:37.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OLhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;As esquinas
sucedem se nesta cidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;e as ruas vão todas desaguar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;na enorme praça de
gente .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;surges num repente, olhos penetrantes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;voz de menina suave e terna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vens encher me os dias de perfume&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;as flores vergam se ao pronunciar o teu nome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;a cor do céu enche-se de azul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;onde as andorinhas se recortam em preto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;donde vieste que não te procurei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;com esse teu ar tímido e hesitante ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;para
que vieste com esses olhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;que me enternecem a noite ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/525343311461615831/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/525343311461615831?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/525343311461615831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/525343311461615831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2014/07/olhos.html' title='OLhos'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-2791625400602283351</id><published>2014-07-12T20:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2014-07-12T20:49:44.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Há dias assim, o sol desponta no horizonte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;os melros cantam no jardim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vejo-te recortada na luz da janela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;acaricio-te os cabelos e estremeces&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;falo-te
dos anos sem cabelo para acariciar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dos tempos sem melros lá fora&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;da ternura
do teu olhar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dos dias que faltam no passado da nossa amizade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;falas-me te ti
com pudor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas sempre com esse olhar terno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;de quem descobre quem sou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;falo-te do que pode ser o futuro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;que dizes recear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;falo do derrubar de muros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;pedes-me ternura e compreensão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;tempo, como o inverno não da lugar ao verão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;beijo-te os cabelos e seguimos lado a lado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;continuando a conversa que temos
em atraso desde a infância&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2791625400602283351/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/2791625400602283351?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/2791625400602283351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/2791625400602283351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2014/07/ha-dias.html' title='Há dias'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-5934055546938912342</id><published>2014-06-10T10:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2014-06-10T10:35:31.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordo</title><content type='html'>Acordo com os melros madrugada&lt;br /&gt;
o sol irrompendo pela vidraça&lt;br /&gt;
olho ao lado em teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;
o lençol está machucado das minhas voltas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abro a janela e deixo entrar&lt;br /&gt;
o ar que um dia também respiraste&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto &amp;nbsp;aquela velha vontade de te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;
de beijar os teus seios ainda meio adormecidos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Passo pelos canais da televisão&lt;br /&gt;
como se fosses aparecer num deles&lt;br /&gt;
como percorria as ruas&lt;br /&gt;
que num dobrar de esquina&lt;br /&gt;
não me devolviam a tua face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda tenho o champanhe no gelo&lt;br /&gt;
para o beijo prometido&lt;br /&gt;
ainda tenho o sabor da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;
nas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
o teu cheiro por toda a casa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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que te deu a cor aos olhos&lt;br /&gt;
reacendes a chama nos nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;
Faço-te estremecer &lt;br /&gt;
sinto os teus seios nas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
a tua boca procura a minha sedentas&lt;br /&gt;
Entregas-te ao nosso desejo &lt;br /&gt;
faço-te sentir os dedos em toda a pele eriçada&lt;br /&gt;
Pedes-me verdade e honestidade &lt;br /&gt;
dou-te o meu amor sem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;
ao teu comprometido e cheio de ternura&lt;br /&gt;
Percorremos as margens do rio&lt;br /&gt;
Mãos entrelaçadas e beijos prontos&lt;br /&gt;
combinamos o amanhã como se fosse já hoje&lt;br /&gt;
Voltaste do rio com a sua cor nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Disseste do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Beijei-te &lt;br /&gt;
A felicidade irradia de dois corpos nus estendidos na areia&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8997512588765543871/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/8997512588765543871?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/8997512588765543871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/8997512588765543871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2014/02/teu-um-domingo-sempre.html' title='Teu a um domingo, sempre'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-290723070264288737</id><published>2013-12-08T09:54:00.005+00:00</published><updated>2013-12-08T09:54:55.813+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu</title><content type='html'>Percorri-te o ventre com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;
quentes do meu corpo que abraçavas&lt;br /&gt;
beijei-te o pescoço de tremuras&lt;br /&gt;
sem que me dissesses o amor inexistente&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aparecias sem que me apercebesse&lt;br /&gt;
que as tuas palavras eram vento&lt;br /&gt;
Continuava a sonhar os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Os teus seios a tua boca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
De noite ainda acordo&lt;br /&gt;
com as tuas palavras dispersas&lt;br /&gt;
sem entender o sentido&lt;br /&gt;
com que me dizias querer viver&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Percorro-te uma ultima vez o corpo&lt;br /&gt;
com os beijos que sonhei para ti&lt;br /&gt;
com a ternura que te dediquei&lt;br /&gt;
com o amor que nunca em ti vi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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que nos levará pela vida fora&lt;br /&gt;
mão dada junto ao mar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Olhar o verde do mar nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Ou o verde dos teus olhos no fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentir a ternura das tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
Os teus beijos famintos de carinhos&lt;br /&gt;
O teu corpo a tremer &lt;br /&gt;
O desejo a subir em nós&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Falamos como velhos amigos&lt;br /&gt;
combinamos encontros secretos&lt;br /&gt;
que se produzem em mágicos momentos&lt;br /&gt;
Em que nos beijamos sem medo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Partilhas comigo os receios&lt;br /&gt;
e pedes-me que quebre esse muro &lt;br /&gt;
que outros fizeram crescer dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dou-te a mão silencioso&lt;br /&gt;
beijo-te a face &lt;br /&gt;
dizes que queres todo o amor &lt;br /&gt;
Dou-to &lt;br /&gt;
Recebo de volta o teu em beijos e palavras&lt;br /&gt;
Em secretos tremores</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/9048763876641067376/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/9048763876641067376?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/9048763876641067376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/9048763876641067376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/10/para-ti.html' title='Para ti'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-7514902292234451037</id><published>2013-10-06T17:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2013-10-06T17:07:37.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Figueirinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Este sol enche o mar de prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;O som teima em não te deixar ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Peço uma bebida e sento-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Aguardo o verde dos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Está um calor carregado de energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Nem uma brisa sopra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Tento ver-te por entre os que vieram saudar o
sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Ao longe o local onde nasci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Sentei-me pela sombra e pela bebida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Escrevo para ti num momento de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Mas queria mesmo ter-te nos meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Os nossos abraços e beijos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Contar-te as horas de espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Os caminhos e esquinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Os ventos que sopravam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Os gritos das gaivotas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-GB&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7514902292234451037/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/7514902292234451037?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/7514902292234451037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/7514902292234451037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/10/figueirinha.html' title='Figueirinha'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-8056688665138395257</id><published>2013-08-26T10:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2013-08-29T07:09:08.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Luz é importante</title><content type='html'>Preparei as velas&lt;br /&gt;
a musica&lt;br /&gt;
o champanhe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Liguei-te a convidar&lt;br /&gt;
disse-te do desejo&lt;br /&gt;
do carinho&lt;br /&gt;
do amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chegaste feita doçura&lt;br /&gt;
mãos a afagarem o meu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;
lábios a tocarem os meus&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abraçamo-nos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;
beijamo-nos de cumplicidades&lt;br /&gt;
de ardor&lt;br /&gt;
de amor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Percorremos os corpos com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;
com as línguas de caricias&lt;br /&gt;
ocupamos um mesmo espaço num momento de êxtase.&lt;br /&gt;
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O vento ameno que nos refresca&lt;br /&gt;
Sentir a caricia da tua mão&lt;br /&gt;
Olhando o mar azul esverdeado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvir aquela musica tantas vezes repetida&lt;br /&gt;
mas que nos toca sempre cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;
Ler aquela frase tão lida&lt;br /&gt;
do livro que já havíamos esquecido&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor tenho ainda o champagne a esfriar&lt;br /&gt;
como esfria todo o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;
Gelado para arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;
quando nos toca o corpo sedento&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não respondes desse lugar&lt;br /&gt;
onde não me recebeste um dia&lt;br /&gt;
Não deixas sequer passar&lt;br /&gt;
os beijos que te envio na maresia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5510451256972158664/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/5510451256972158664?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/5510451256972158664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/5510451256972158664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/08/esfriar.html' title='esfriar'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-5720036270732276278</id><published>2013-07-23T09:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2013-07-23T09:49:42.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir o vazio</title><content type='html'>Sinto o vazio de palavras&lt;br /&gt;
Que afinal não mais eram que palavras&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto o frio da distância&lt;br /&gt;
que não é mais do que o percurso &lt;br /&gt;
de um longo caminho á beira mar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto que o que procuramos &lt;br /&gt;
e dizemos que procuramos&lt;br /&gt;
não mais passa de uma intenção&lt;br /&gt;
Que afinal morre ao primeiro sopro de vento&lt;br /&gt;
que na sua raiva se faz sentir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto uma enorme dor&lt;br /&gt;
De não entender esse olhar&lt;br /&gt;
misterioso e inocente &lt;br /&gt;
que afinal não tem nada de real&lt;br /&gt;
Qual sereia encantando o pescador&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto&amp;nbsp;o que &amp;nbsp;experiência &lt;br /&gt;
Não faz sentir sem razão&lt;br /&gt;
que mais uma esquina &lt;br /&gt;
se dobrou sem que aparecesses&lt;br /&gt;
quando afinal estiveste tão perto&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto que a raiva do vento &lt;br /&gt;
se faz sentir mais forte&lt;br /&gt;
me fez dobrar de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;
me fez chorar de amargura&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mais uma vez seguirei as ruas desertas &lt;br /&gt;
desta cidade destruída&lt;br /&gt;
na esperança de encontrar &lt;br /&gt;
Uma esquina finalmente</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5720036270732276278/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/5720036270732276278?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/5720036270732276278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/5720036270732276278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/07/sentir-o-vazio.html' title='Sentir o vazio'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-7465915386644380432</id><published>2013-07-21T08:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2013-07-21T10:01:35.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia as esquinas têm de acabar</title><content type='html'>As noites começam a ser longas&lt;br /&gt;
para que no dia seguinte te beije&lt;br /&gt;
As mãos começam a ser poucas&lt;br /&gt;
para te percorrer o corpo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As palavras saem normalmente&lt;br /&gt;
das nossas bocas ávidas&lt;br /&gt;
O &amp;nbsp;toque suave dos dedos&lt;br /&gt;
que inventamos todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Preencho o meu tempo nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
preencho os dias na tua voz&lt;br /&gt;
Adormeço nos teus braços desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;
no meu colo afago o teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Adivinho em ti a ultima esquina&lt;br /&gt;
o ultimo sopro do vento na sua raiva&lt;br /&gt;
A ternura da voz que me segreda&lt;br /&gt;
A viagem pela via do carinho&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7465915386644380432/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/7465915386644380432?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/7465915386644380432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/7465915386644380432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/07/um-dia-as-esquinas-tem-de-acabar.html' title='Um dia as esquinas têm de acabar'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-5473607148243279266</id><published>2013-07-19T21:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2013-07-19T21:23:39.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hesitação</title><content type='html'>Saíste feita sereia deste mar que nos rodeia&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso trouxeste nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;
roubado da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;
o Verde com que me olhas ainda hesitante&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beijei-te ao de leve&lt;br /&gt;
estremeceste&lt;br /&gt;
Conversamos longamente os nossos dias de sol e chuva&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
fiz-te ouvir a musica que tenho na saudade&lt;br /&gt;
de um abraço mais fraterno&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
fiz-te olhar nos olhos as sombras e os ritmos dos corpos&lt;br /&gt;
Que se fazem sentimento&lt;br /&gt;
que se juntam ou afastam&lt;br /&gt;
que se amam ou odeiam&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não voltaste ao mar&lt;br /&gt;
ficaste para que pudesse ver nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
aquela cor verde que só mesmo na Arrábida&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Para que te pudesse ler neles&lt;br /&gt;
A tua hesitação no abraço&lt;br /&gt;
a tua hesitação no beijo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5473607148243279266/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/5473607148243279266?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/5473607148243279266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/5473607148243279266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/07/hesitacao.html' title='Hesitação'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-6081166529542487465</id><published>2013-07-10T09:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2013-07-10T09:55:44.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>Senti que a tua mão se fazia deslizar sobre a minha&lt;br /&gt;
o meu corpo fez estremecer o teu&lt;br /&gt;
nus sob o sol escaldante iniciamos uma&amp;nbsp; dança &lt;br /&gt;
só a água nos atenuava o desejo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fiz-te caminhar pela margem do que sinto &lt;br /&gt;
fizeste-me percorrer o teu corpo de desejo&lt;br /&gt;
Beijamo-nos ainda com mais ardor &lt;br /&gt;
do que este sol nos beijava&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Partilhamos apenas o desejo&lt;br /&gt;
O carinho de sentir as mãos&lt;br /&gt;
deslizando pelos corpos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos aprendendo o outro&lt;br /&gt;
nas mãos deste sol que nos envolve&lt;br /&gt;
Com a energia que nos consome&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6081166529542487465/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/6081166529542487465?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/6081166529542487465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/6081166529542487465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/07/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-1575961348387264346</id><published>2013-03-08T14:57:00.003+00:00</published><updated>2013-03-08T14:57:48.246+00:00</updated><title type='text'>E a Primavera ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text_exposed_root text_exposed&quot; id=&quot;id_5139fc23238165985533847&quot;&gt;
Já se sente a primavera&lt;br /&gt; Apesar da chuva e do frio&lt;br /&gt; Mas lá fora os melros já cantam pela manhã&lt;br /&gt; E vão tentando comer da nespereira do jardim&lt;br /&gt; Já se pode ouvir o seu canto melodioso&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_hide&quot;&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; Romeu sem Julieta &lt;br /&gt; árvore sem ave&lt;br /&gt; esquina sem ser dobrada&lt;br /&gt; E sempre o vento na sua raiva&lt;br /&gt; E sempre a solidão destes quatro muros&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&amp;nbsp;( 17.02.2013 )&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1575961348387264346/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/1575961348387264346?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/1575961348387264346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/1575961348387264346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/03/e-primavera.html' title='E a Primavera ?'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-4206676794146645356</id><published>2013-03-08T14:50:00.004+00:00</published><updated>2013-03-08T14:50:55.598+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Estou apaixonado pela vida !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Não, não se admirem, não é preciso apaixonar-me por alguém, ou por todos.&lt;br /&gt; Olho lá fora o sol e dá-me um aperto de coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;o que para mim, é estar apaixonado pela vida&lt;br /&gt; O sol é a vida, certo ?&lt;br /&gt; O frio é a morte&lt;br /&gt; Lembro-me sempre das marchas fúnebres do jazz de New Orleans, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;de inicio é uma marcha da morte mas ao sair do cemitério, cantam a vida&lt;br /&gt; A vida continua, apesar de tudo.&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo que hajam os mentirosos, os aldrabões ( que nalguns lados são o mesmo ) os corruptos&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo que estejamos hoje sós&lt;br /&gt; Vale sempre uma amizade mais do que este sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;( 24.02.2013 )&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4206676794146645356/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/4206676794146645356?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/4206676794146645356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/4206676794146645356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/03/paixao.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-1587178605116578282</id><published>2013-03-08T14:46:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2013-03-08T14:46:04.382+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>Sentir na pele o sofrimento que se desenha&lt;br /&gt;
Olhar o sol com a força do vento&lt;br /&gt;
Quebrar todas as amarras com o porto &lt;br /&gt;
Rasgar fundo na pele o nome de quem amamos&lt;br /&gt;
Ir ver as gaivotas a rasgarem o ar com os seus berros&lt;br /&gt;
Em procura do peixe desejado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentir a solidão e a dor&lt;br /&gt;
querer ter-te aqui sem preconceitos&lt;br /&gt;
nua e cheia do desejo que te tenho&lt;br /&gt;
Poder percorrer o mapa do teu corpo com os dedos ávidos&lt;br /&gt;
Pedir perdão por todos os desencontros&lt;br /&gt;
por todas as esquinas mal dobradas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentir o teu corpo estremecer sob o meu&lt;br /&gt;
sentir o calor que tens no teu interior&lt;br /&gt;
fechar-te a boca num longo beijo&lt;br /&gt;
Como se fosse a ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;
Querer ter-te aqui para partilhar o desgosto&lt;br /&gt;
de não te ter junto ao mar naquele por de sol&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentir que algo se pode aproximar &lt;br /&gt;
que pode ferir-te ( ferir-me )&lt;br /&gt;E que não teremos tempo para as nossas viagens&lt;br /&gt;
para os nossos devaneios&lt;br /&gt;
para conhecermos melhor os nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;
sedentos deste amor que arde</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1587178605116578282/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/1587178605116578282?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/1587178605116578282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/1587178605116578282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/03/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-3371124266271409827</id><published>2013-01-17T17:16:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2013-01-17T17:16:17.220+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos</title><content type='html'>Os teus olhos brilham na noite&lt;br /&gt;
Feitos faróis para o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto na tua voz o desejo&lt;br /&gt;
No teu corpo arrepiado pelas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
sinto o carinho de todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;
falas das tuas esquinas que tanto dobraste&lt;br /&gt;
falo das minhas que ainda dobro&lt;br /&gt;
Digo-te da raiva do vento &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Beijo-te o corpo de suaves lábios&lt;br /&gt;
abres-me a boca ávida de mim&lt;br /&gt;
percorres o meu corpo apreendendo cada recanto&lt;br /&gt;
suspiras quando te toco &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E os teus olhos percorrem o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;
sabendo que dentro em pouco vai ser teu&lt;br /&gt;
E a tua boca diz-me o quanto me queres&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deitas-te depois a meu lado e contas-me a tua vida de espinhos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3371124266271409827/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/3371124266271409827?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/3371124266271409827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/3371124266271409827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2013/01/olhos.html' title='Olhos'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-2576464834905643220</id><published>2012-12-30T10:29:00.003+00:00</published><updated>2012-12-30T10:29:27.238+00:00</updated><title type='text'>brinde</title><content type='html'>Fecha-se mais um ano de dobrar esquinas.&lt;br /&gt;
Um ano de raiva contra quem nos quer destruir&lt;br /&gt;
Amor clandestino voa por cima das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;
afaga-me ao de leve no meu dormir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Destroem-nos a esperança e as vidas&lt;br /&gt;
Dos&amp;nbsp;filhos, dos netos de nós próprios&lt;br /&gt;
Gritam as gaivotas&amp;nbsp;rasando&amp;nbsp;as ondas&lt;br /&gt;
deste mar revolto para onde nos empurram&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E tu meu amor brinda comigo&lt;br /&gt;
Neste tempo de luta&lt;br /&gt;
Brinda e bebe do meu copo partilhado&lt;br /&gt;
deixa que a musica nos embale de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas sem que adormeça a nossa ideia&lt;br /&gt;
sem que nos adormeça de vez&lt;br /&gt;
Beijo-te profundamente no teu ventre&lt;br /&gt;
desejando-te ao pé de mim nestes tempos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Acompanha-me neste brinde&lt;br /&gt;
mesmo que estejas longe&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos ganhando a força precisa&lt;br /&gt;
para mudar o leme que nos afoga&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2576464834905643220/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/2576464834905643220?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/2576464834905643220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/2576464834905643220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2012/12/brinde.html' title='brinde'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-9196089524789660240</id><published>2012-11-12T15:40:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2012-11-12T15:40:59.302+00:00</updated><title type='text'>carinhos</title><content type='html'>De azul estava pintado o mar&lt;br /&gt;
No dia em que te estendi a mão&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvimos atentos aquela canção da Bethania&lt;br /&gt;
Os corpos aqueciam o ar frio &lt;br /&gt;
as mãos iam aprendendo os caminhos, os carinhos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
os carinhos soltaram amarras&lt;br /&gt;
singraram mar dentro de ti &lt;br /&gt;
partilhando o amor que sentíramos&lt;br /&gt;
Os carinhos dos nossos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/9196089524789660240/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/9196089524789660240?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/9196089524789660240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/9196089524789660240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2012/11/carinhos.html' title='carinhos'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-8895771534941656520</id><published>2012-08-20T11:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-08-20T11:39:57.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O vento</title><content type='html'>O vento trás de volta este sentimento&lt;br /&gt;
Da procura do impossível&lt;br /&gt;
De corrermos ruas em procura &lt;br /&gt;
de esquinas que ainda não dobramos&lt;br /&gt;
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O mar faz-me lembrar os amores vividos&lt;br /&gt;
Na beira mar, beira rio a olhar as gaivotas&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvindo os seus gritos &lt;br /&gt;
Vendo os seus belos voos&lt;br /&gt;
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Nas nuvens que já se fazem sentir&lt;br /&gt;
Nas manhãs mais friorentas deste verão&lt;br /&gt;
olho os teus olhos brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;
suplicando o meu abraço&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8895771534941656520/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/8895771534941656520?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/8895771534941656520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/8895771534941656520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2012/08/o-vento.html' title='O vento'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27063816.post-6041780749421960379</id><published>2012-07-25T08:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-07-25T08:54:45.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>viver a cidade</title><content type='html'>Saio para sentir que existem outros corpos&lt;br /&gt;
percorro as ruas desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;
abandonadas e sujas&lt;br /&gt;
As esquinas já não desvendam os mistérios de outrora&lt;br /&gt;
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Vazias de quem nos acompanhou tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;
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Depois&lt;br /&gt;
Em casa nem um sussurro&lt;br /&gt;
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Vou vivendo como este País, sem futuro</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6041780749421960379/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27063816/6041780749421960379?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/6041780749421960379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27063816/posts/default/6041780749421960379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dovento.blogspot.com/2012/07/viver-cidade.html' title='viver a cidade'/><author><name>Fernando Inácio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882457889899432858</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>