tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65504422282240095672026-04-18T23:31:29.120-03:00Um blog com poemas e artigos de TeologiaAna Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comBlogger4325125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-19935754957573649042026-04-18T20:40:00.001-03:002026-04-18T20:41:43.466-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7oiKNKYR8XsEVgK1nsx52659TnMkDbf7sYExx0E3xRqXMuVgrFl8MtQF6qmxBB7xfkROea1bo748-X0YS2iiJRQBug7MvDQRrujXL6A0GBFunjqcLYlkm9ZaNYX1aQUB8VFp2aAXwWlijpV8xkavPsKDTVX4orUJIEMssPPJnO8a8UTQwhRSWDraDrg/s1280/Stars_(Unsplash).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7oiKNKYR8XsEVgK1nsx52659TnMkDbf7sYExx0E3xRqXMuVgrFl8MtQF6qmxBB7xfkROea1bo748-X0YS2iiJRQBug7MvDQRrujXL6A0GBFunjqcLYlkm9ZaNYX1aQUB8VFp2aAXwWlijpV8xkavPsKDTVX4orUJIEMssPPJnO8a8UTQwhRSWDraDrg/w640-h426/Stars_(Unsplash).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Alan Chen <a href=" https://unsplash.com/pt-br/@chzenan ">chzenan</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Dispõe estrelas com capricho e a sério:</div><div>a noite não tem as mãos pesadas.</div><div>Mas com tudo pronto o dia sai do prelo</div><div>e o trabalho dela, desbarata!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-39727890959481615492026-04-18T20:37:00.000-03:002026-04-18T20:37:18.591-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5UXn28yvL_cz6PRLdNvBiUMBaa3tVVF3BelwMRo1wz1Z5VG5AS9x4t6CwHEjyUp5yt1fJPsY9fdeE-3oeV-XnIODcrhe80zr_DlfaZ4AFxdEI8W4q65LayETO1tdgVzqMrfGk3A_ib6tPwOcyTt0-gottV0pap2vXUFzeXA4hRYo3bdFC_c7Kkh6Fj3A/s1280/Distorted_sun_at_sunset_-_Isla_Vista,_California1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1280" height="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5UXn28yvL_cz6PRLdNvBiUMBaa3tVVF3BelwMRo1wz1Z5VG5AS9x4t6CwHEjyUp5yt1fJPsY9fdeE-3oeV-XnIODcrhe80zr_DlfaZ4AFxdEI8W4q65LayETO1tdgVzqMrfGk3A_ib6tPwOcyTt0-gottV0pap2vXUFzeXA4hRYo3bdFC_c7Kkh6Fj3A/w640-h600/Distorted_sun_at_sunset_-_Isla_Vista,_California1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Glenn Beltz (CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Se nasceu pra ficar por cima<div>em vão é toda tentativa</div><div>de perder a postura altiva</div><div>pois nem no entardecer da vida</div><div>o Sol vai baixar sua crista!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-55655648642008345422026-04-18T20:33:00.000-03:002026-04-18T20:33:42.359-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPkkjVPD0S_95sK_ncpZR6e1wume6vUbDK8tMvMQIOVbJ0qAzAfdV-qSw0P-aZvDBryRgAI1P-2MCIWD_rdutoqeWJgn9SvNIp7b5XrvTD-p9vBQxHjDrF4l_BZ3Bk3fU5unQvh86gpWnjTvm2odNgKVimkVYqsbbG2oiBEmwAd75NSl4TCNxnr2CHChI/s1920/mond-vollmond-sterne-fantasie.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1920" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPkkjVPD0S_95sK_ncpZR6e1wume6vUbDK8tMvMQIOVbJ0qAzAfdV-qSw0P-aZvDBryRgAI1P-2MCIWD_rdutoqeWJgn9SvNIp7b5XrvTD-p9vBQxHjDrF4l_BZ3Bk3fU5unQvh86gpWnjTvm2odNgKVimkVYqsbbG2oiBEmwAd75NSl4TCNxnr2CHChI/w640-h640/mond-vollmond-sterne-fantasie.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagem de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=719593&amp;picture=moon-full-moon-stars-fantasy ">Martina Stokow</a> </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Não se alheia porque não é mais dia:<div>mesmo o céu tendo as pálpebras caídas</div><div>à Lua dois papéis ele designa,</div><div>quais sejam, passar a noite em vigília</div><div>e a todo insone fazer companhia...</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-64397039122999862072026-04-17T15:01:00.000-03:002026-04-17T15:01:59.122-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzqSWGej3kGACBg6ZnWiX0SplBQ4nr9PASEpSqeEgLvvH1v_uqprRzhZO7JwBMl3sNkSzkOH3vBPiQOs68GRPEAluwCe2L0vf65IBt2eA3rYAeevFmMkGyTQcH1YtKxdhClgguiXmed4wQc_b4ZecNET24W3cm9jZW-dXNcjKGdw-jL00pPECXz6TMk4/s1280/Purple_Sky_(22021153514).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzqSWGej3kGACBg6ZnWiX0SplBQ4nr9PASEpSqeEgLvvH1v_uqprRzhZO7JwBMl3sNkSzkOH3vBPiQOs68GRPEAluwCe2L0vf65IBt2eA3rYAeevFmMkGyTQcH1YtKxdhClgguiXmed4wQc_b4ZecNET24W3cm9jZW-dXNcjKGdw-jL00pPECXz6TMk4/w640-h426/Purple_Sky_(22021153514).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.flickr.com/people/55856449@N04 ">Susanne Nilsson</a> (CC BY-SA 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>O do dia é caloroso</div><div>o da noite, mais moroso...</div><div>Do crepúsculo dura pouco.</div><div>Por carência ou por ser fofo</div><div>o céu embora espaçoso</div><div>cabe num abraço o tempo todo!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-26748717768819691192026-04-17T14:57:00.000-03:002026-04-17T14:57:18.178-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPTv2L4cAGD8bSxn_2gbyIr3HcW02SRPMvUNxGlEiw7O8B32riwcWbJkYuE3RJaqGrfaiROvV2Odgt44LVuVTzhYH-q0sVX_PGYvgL-7ewGLVciOh_2JlUT8cgZfSuNuQ_Uig_ahllo4F9EHTeK3hJy27zwJJnRI5FqvqrMoEGTiEeQPIhdHA1M2EFgQ/s1280/Bird_at_dark_sunset_-_Taiwan.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPTv2L4cAGD8bSxn_2gbyIr3HcW02SRPMvUNxGlEiw7O8B32riwcWbJkYuE3RJaqGrfaiROvV2Odgt44LVuVTzhYH-q0sVX_PGYvgL-7ewGLVciOh_2JlUT8cgZfSuNuQ_Uig_ahllo4F9EHTeK3hJy27zwJJnRI5FqvqrMoEGTiEeQPIhdHA1M2EFgQ/w640-h426/Bird_at_dark_sunset_-_Taiwan.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Pai-Shih Lee (CC BY 2.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Já nasce esquentado na alvorada<div>indo assim até o meio do dia</div><div>quando, então, dá uma guinada</div><div>amaciando sua companhia.</div><div>Mas justo nessa hora aguardada</div><div>quando fica com a cabeça mais fria</div><div>escolhe bater em retirada</div><div>evocando uma ave toda arisca...</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-60935887396669575152026-04-17T14:53:00.000-03:002026-04-17T14:53:36.866-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfW_8WxPBxm4VqHcRvVwF6pFdI6u3I4Nu3lkUERZDUWwZDMjtCr9ndZ6zRWZY3VFOwLCMpq917mu0J7f1lOLpdnMkG66izTgbS_KEzSXTtBhShGE-ZMjPK9ujuelIcZUC6aXoxrGkpJ7cMB_2H_XUskTJLWFydxPn5tEO04Ks_gTcdCGZiFW1GzMhzIAI/s1280/Santa_Barbara_Sunrise_January_2015_61.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfW_8WxPBxm4VqHcRvVwF6pFdI6u3I4Nu3lkUERZDUWwZDMjtCr9ndZ6zRWZY3VFOwLCMpq917mu0J7f1lOLpdnMkG66izTgbS_KEzSXTtBhShGE-ZMjPK9ujuelIcZUC6aXoxrGkpJ7cMB_2H_XUskTJLWFydxPn5tEO04Ks_gTcdCGZiFW1GzMhzIAI/w640-h426/Santa_Barbara_Sunrise_January_2015_61.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de dsearls (CC BY 2.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />O Sol tateia na noite escura<div>dando seus primeiros passos.</div><div>Ainda uma estrela diminuta,</div><div>inibe-se com o espaço.</div><div><div>Condoída, gostaria a Lua</div><div>de lhe oferecer o braço!</div></div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-70672412654025493512026-04-16T17:33:00.000-03:002026-04-16T17:33:25.514-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-OeA_oDWWJt7e-iJJrpu0-uErC7iIN6ygtoR2oWr-p2GAMyEAu2PXpNwEgtBtt9IfxbCM26k0a4tGCIOY9O581tYreVJCuuQekjbbK1wBS_0rmdRemK1UkHRcFqhi_CV72mBLSxwnGN3j2EnKGlnMeMc1anrf5AW3NS-WoDN8rhlCkIA_SZDHSvc-9PI/s1280/%E6%BA%80%E6%9C%88.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-OeA_oDWWJt7e-iJJrpu0-uErC7iIN6ygtoR2oWr-p2GAMyEAu2PXpNwEgtBtt9IfxbCM26k0a4tGCIOY9O581tYreVJCuuQekjbbK1wBS_0rmdRemK1UkHRcFqhi_CV72mBLSxwnGN3j2EnKGlnMeMc1anrf5AW3NS-WoDN8rhlCkIA_SZDHSvc-9PI/w640-h426/%E6%BA%80%E6%9C%88.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto: Knight ryu12 (CC BY-SA 4.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Não admira há eras sozinha<div>sem alguém para segui-la no espaço:</div><div>a Lua até vai na mesma via</div><div>mas ela é escura e não deixa ver rastros!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-50278746589042703562026-04-16T17:30:00.000-03:002026-04-16T17:30:08.070-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvTYCTVeFcLnj9wgoJCDSaIxIN6C0VAlQU8Zent4RLFTOCJfVoBRRZvnbjLpddqcJlF5mJNGpKhURlkFaJJXbRgxFJ9khoEytFovLmocKF3kqf8dzy6lP3jAN32jlp_7X_B936-OSBiktLk61tRn1WIGyCt-JMzq-e3AYCte7fI6coxFhMU7nv8SqU6g/s1440/Edgewater_Park_(54582839267).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvTYCTVeFcLnj9wgoJCDSaIxIN6C0VAlQU8Zent4RLFTOCJfVoBRRZvnbjLpddqcJlF5mJNGpKhURlkFaJJXbRgxFJ9khoEytFovLmocKF3kqf8dzy6lP3jAN32jlp_7X_B936-OSBiktLk61tRn1WIGyCt-JMzq-e3AYCte7fI6coxFhMU7nv8SqU6g/w426-h640/Edgewater_Park_(54582839267).jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.flickr.com/people/62091376@N03 ">Erik Drost</a> (CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />A fragilidade toma conta das coisas,<div>e não apenas das ditas franzinas.</div><div>A noite que estava robusta se esboroa</div><div>com um peteleco da manhãzinha.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-90968911323359294652026-04-16T17:26:00.000-03:002026-04-16T17:26:59.881-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPW5uHywzFJelyLMmMMbqqvvw4vAq6FHVwAzLwrRe-3yvO2mTdRqnP4fskJC7W4-frg34oop7HaoD8kILZjHPEXUFlpkDxvYtHVvJn_9D1_2CsuzqdOu2rHqZWaSJoWcLiIGOrUHJTBgyv2F8H9uVYj610y03Ws80-nBNEzexYIwjBB2NwgDoE9RFkMI4/s1920/traditional-alarm-clock-1698850802hc3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1076" data-original-width="1920" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPW5uHywzFJelyLMmMMbqqvvw4vAq6FHVwAzLwrRe-3yvO2mTdRqnP4fskJC7W4-frg34oop7HaoD8kILZjHPEXUFlpkDxvYtHVvJn_9D1_2CsuzqdOu2rHqZWaSJoWcLiIGOrUHJTBgyv2F8H9uVYj610y03Ws80-nBNEzexYIwjBB2NwgDoE9RFkMI4/w640-h358/traditional-alarm-clock-1698850802hc3.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=543554&amp;picture=traditional-alarm-clock ">Petr Kratochvil</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Rato dócil a seu temperamento<div>rói a trama diurna desde a aurora</div><div>até fazer com que o firmamento</div><div>fique com a pele escura toda exposta.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-13683931291400313722026-04-15T11:43:00.000-03:002026-04-15T11:43:18.408-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohGRsJmP4hHER9PoinQWHJuqvzecELEy__SnlwMxBRt4bU2UTUk8sPGBMnxqTOEOmilxg8QtUDvzpXuafhvOw-B7LMM37ZLRptq9cCVZRMEvesQ5nKopf6Lk8U_DLfVXB2dYZA4Aaw-fmA7ZZm0WDqmkkkIFrkQVs8OLwAhzbQRCTqM7OWeZIVKLN0V0/s1920/vintage-junk-journal-woman-17546762882cF.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1076" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohGRsJmP4hHER9PoinQWHJuqvzecELEy__SnlwMxBRt4bU2UTUk8sPGBMnxqTOEOmilxg8QtUDvzpXuafhvOw-B7LMM37ZLRptq9cCVZRMEvesQ5nKopf6Lk8U_DLfVXB2dYZA4Aaw-fmA7ZZm0WDqmkkkIFrkQVs8OLwAhzbQRCTqM7OWeZIVKLN0V0/w358-h640/vintage-junk-journal-woman-17546762882cF.jpg" width="358" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagem de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=711342&amp;picture=vintage-junk-journal-woman ">Circe Denyer</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Se suas maneiras não são brutas<div>foi por coação da civilidade</div><div>porém por dentro a sua secura</div><div>que cresce à revelia da vontade</div><div>não dá chance nenhuma à doçura</div><div>devido à apatia da contraparte.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-76718487916198129692026-04-15T11:39:00.000-03:002026-04-15T11:39:17.650-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0J5wif64ljXUmfU4XByXjZlO34OqHlEK-9NRuIytKA5oSuCljGVDSVADxknp9XsUYQguA2XyYVUNfskEWU1-lOVl0R72ZhX9toMOPxipNr6CArWqvLOoBOHbf3DVygheGgXA8VvldJI2Mye4YsdRGBTZAc1hgC9fTFyyd0jTZqwfHapwZOd0we7zjdxU/s1280/Sunset_mirage1231_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0J5wif64ljXUmfU4XByXjZlO34OqHlEK-9NRuIytKA5oSuCljGVDSVADxknp9XsUYQguA2XyYVUNfskEWU1-lOVl0R72ZhX9toMOPxipNr6CArWqvLOoBOHbf3DVygheGgXA8VvldJI2Mye4YsdRGBTZAc1hgC9fTFyyd0jTZqwfHapwZOd0we7zjdxU/w640-h426/Sunset_mirage1231_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://sites.google.com/site/thebrockeninglory/ ">Brocken Inaglory</a> (CC BY-SA 3.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Com a escuridão plantada no batente<div>alguma luz viria em boa hora.</div><div>Mas quando seria conveniente</div><div>o Sol toma a decisão de ir embora!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-23967774595937961742026-04-15T11:36:00.000-03:002026-04-15T11:36:03.229-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifom9Pm1Zzn8nD8VbR9sVsuSCfxdOm5F6fDU_nj7IXz7-OGqqHtmiVCyv7bFWl5XwKkblraKqCb-PBb1prZhfswsbYZRzxthal3t94PvelfqYVSnGOT8Jw04ylWM1OzScWYejA1Uol0p8REjA-D0_pJDYIPpm7EJo8vi9r2wvjqct0EhcXDkySQGpqc8A/s1280/Sunset_at_Cannon_Beach_in_OR_-_45265953812.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifom9Pm1Zzn8nD8VbR9sVsuSCfxdOm5F6fDU_nj7IXz7-OGqqHtmiVCyv7bFWl5XwKkblraKqCb-PBb1prZhfswsbYZRzxthal3t94PvelfqYVSnGOT8Jw04ylWM1OzScWYejA1Uol0p8REjA-D0_pJDYIPpm7EJo8vi9r2wvjqct0EhcXDkySQGpqc8A/w640-h480/Sunset_at_Cannon_Beach_in_OR_-_45265953812.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Jeff Hollett </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Pelo capricho os astros têm primado -<div>aos negligentes isso causa assombro.</div><div>A noite vem e acha tudo ajeitado:</div><div>o Sol cai, mas não deixa seu escombro.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-943645816407003702026-04-14T12:26:00.000-03:002026-04-14T12:26:22.307-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uMP70mAyHV48AFMmuXJWFFynLE7kyNPz4ODQK6u3CZB38slBqeJZM8FBOpUN4XMcKVsQer0h22CexjqjIj0PY4S_H1q-zMEBpOIPQGCSnGYybrtGxNXEj-xhdtNfYfnIOTWSrjYW_2yLdSobt1IQifll_HRGmLxysch9rukAnQXxvea4UMCCk3UHg-4/s1920/swiss-alpine-dreams-aflame-with-cel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1075" data-original-width="1920" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uMP70mAyHV48AFMmuXJWFFynLE7kyNPz4ODQK6u3CZB38slBqeJZM8FBOpUN4XMcKVsQer0h22CexjqjIj0PY4S_H1q-zMEBpOIPQGCSnGYybrtGxNXEj-xhdtNfYfnIOTWSrjYW_2yLdSobt1IQifll_HRGmLxysch9rukAnQXxvea4UMCCk3UHg-4/w640-h358/swiss-alpine-dreams-aflame-with-cel.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=528799&amp;picture=swiss-alpine-dreams-aflame ">omar sahel</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Vinha numa tigela, tão bem cercada,<div>mas acabou derramada feito líquido.</div><div>A noite deixou a abóbada ensopada</div><div>e a insone com astros mal digeridos.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-26624082748265635542026-04-14T11:37:00.000-03:002026-04-14T11:37:26.355-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLm9rY93bANSzZvXt9S1MXo5_7vkyizbzfFb0tXC7iC45R26YMi5rkR4xBe5xUC5n4n01oE8ltp1I4ki0_Z5k9dM4XMrvQiRlOXwUEZGTTbP1ngRgom98iQhbNZhCBE1FuEbfz4jnJRHfRZrV8_NvNCu3FE-rZMQAWpwlShAgeRF8WhXVgCeKAGNAxKdg/s1280/Bl%C3%A5veis_-_Liverleaf_-_Hepatica_nobilis_-_Flickr_-_color_line.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="1280" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLm9rY93bANSzZvXt9S1MXo5_7vkyizbzfFb0tXC7iC45R26YMi5rkR4xBe5xUC5n4n01oE8ltp1I4ki0_Z5k9dM4XMrvQiRlOXwUEZGTTbP1ngRgom98iQhbNZhCBE1FuEbfz4jnJRHfRZrV8_NvNCu3FE-rZMQAWpwlShAgeRF8WhXVgCeKAGNAxKdg/w640-h460/Bl%C3%A5veis_-_Liverleaf_-_Hepatica_nobilis_-_Flickr_-_color_line.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto: <a href="https://www.flickr.com/people/36131061@N00 ">color line</a> (CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Algo cru causa desdém, e não riso<div>pois carece de um quê de convidativo.</div><div>Que tristeza uma flor sem artifícios,</div><div>feito: cor, perfume ou um traje bonito!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-40835121757080750952026-04-14T11:31:00.002-03:002026-04-14T11:32:55.408-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvnuB9P6FtazOqKRKrKsy3Ipweb0U_Ajesp9BPH3FnUVx2vymsteG4DxDhbsSHSHcHnld55h6sxTMRT_cUkNFDLBRappJtX4KzMzQJvR33_rrrAiiuMVOuU8f-tqbOrAq36R3qpFrOJlezQR1V2JR45-DOgTZTGTydW5JaK3C8wRHUwnAg0ynKl-KTxA/s1280/Abeja_(Apis_mellifera),_Hartelholz,_M%C3%BAnich,_Alemania,_2020-06-27,_DD_10-40_FS.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1181" data-original-width="1280" height="590" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvnuB9P6FtazOqKRKrKsy3Ipweb0U_Ajesp9BPH3FnUVx2vymsteG4DxDhbsSHSHcHnld55h6sxTMRT_cUkNFDLBRappJtX4KzMzQJvR33_rrrAiiuMVOuU8f-tqbOrAq36R3qpFrOJlezQR1V2JR45-DOgTZTGTydW5JaK3C8wRHUwnAg0ynKl-KTxA/w640-h590/Abeja_(Apis_mellifera),_Hartelholz,_M%C3%BAnich,_Alemania,_2020-06-27,_DD_10-40_FS.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.wikidata.org/wiki/Q28147777 ">Diego Delso</a> (CC BY-SA 4.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Li num outro dia que abelha brinca.<div>Como me senti aliviada!</div><div>Mesmo ela sendo vidrada na lida</div><div>também se empenha em produzir... Nada.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-68849210291840251322026-04-13T15:20:00.000-03:002026-04-13T15:21:18.673-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYCmXfaE3DDiOTzqH2qyUYMhWfP8Pl2GZLYOso8jiOH8uN3FEGov2PRMa527wHYTjtE2iYaB9NiVsdMWby7G5JxmCWletMf4ZsRVET7OA9k7XMLDl6GuNsZep0z1_AieMZgT1k-FZWbKtvXv3nOYPe7v66h3SA57XdvEGPYRZqCCTqb4t3XKzjAyYCJ80/s1280/Beautiful_Sunset_at_Point_Lookout17.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="1280" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYCmXfaE3DDiOTzqH2qyUYMhWfP8Pl2GZLYOso8jiOH8uN3FEGov2PRMa527wHYTjtE2iYaB9NiVsdMWby7G5JxmCWletMf4ZsRVET7OA9k7XMLDl6GuNsZep0z1_AieMZgT1k-FZWbKtvXv3nOYPe7v66h3SA57XdvEGPYRZqCCTqb4t3XKzjAyYCJ80/w640-h294/Beautiful_Sunset_at_Point_Lookout17.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Terry Ballard (CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Quando o Sol está no cume<div>será que algum ente o avista?</div><div>Ofusca tanto, seu lume</div><div>que na veste nem capricha...</div><div><br /></div><div>Mas quando à queda sucumbe</div><div>(hora em que é bem percebido)</div><div>um bom figurino assume:</div><div>cai, porém num traje fino!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-30235677726696634992026-04-13T15:16:00.000-03:002026-04-13T15:16:42.202-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLDEl2NNoa_RyjfIRZ0NP2H1SBEFX6PL65qq7GrvcomCVDejbRE5QTe1EdyoZBa3N2rWLiA8cS6ICtJcHHnXfIXuDStGE9ECQhyYDPqZLILve2NLyVPANEvWwEkFLTnR-zVmwgnq8Ef4TyBqjY6XwPJ7lcVhcZw2c2jDiFa0YTI10JD4I9QlmKH56_Hg/s1920/image-1760514023j73.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1920" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLDEl2NNoa_RyjfIRZ0NP2H1SBEFX6PL65qq7GrvcomCVDejbRE5QTe1EdyoZBa3N2rWLiA8cS6ICtJcHHnXfIXuDStGE9ECQhyYDPqZLILve2NLyVPANEvWwEkFLTnR-zVmwgnq8Ef4TyBqjY6XwPJ7lcVhcZw2c2jDiFa0YTI10JD4I9QlmKH56_Hg/w640-h640/image-1760514023j73.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagem de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=729869&amp;picture=crescent-moon-landscape ">Linnaea Mallette</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Estrelas se assemelham a um rebanho<div>que se dispersa no firmamento faz vários anos,</div><div>sem nunca ficar perdido em seus meandros.</div><div>(Iria a Lua, o rumo delas, desenredando?)</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-42982296736341397652026-04-13T15:10:00.001-03:002026-04-13T15:12:47.581-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDopwOIotq-uedogSOBVLWOjwgBmbXwW2phz9exYVELhBMoLk7CAuc73-wqhlguXctjjDsy9pDyDrO5DyTAJMpl7mehCpCiXs-kEIdfDRkHDW6MWtbe2gKIDeojcaPvMJQncE8ej-IXifpphgz6JQOpEbtMw1uTCxwRpI9cusXvDBANlSC0W7ctV317nU/s1280/%D0%9B%D1%8E%D0%B4%D0%B8%D0%BD%D0%B0,_%D1%8F%D0%BA%D0%B0_%D1%81%D0%BF%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%80%D1%96%D0%B3%D0%B0%D1%94_%D0%BF%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B9_%D0%BC%D1%96%D1%81%D1%8F%D1%86%D1%8C_%D0%B2_%D0%B7%D0%BE%D1%80%D1%8F%D0%BD%D0%BE%D0%BC%D1%83_%D0%BD%D0%B5%D0%B1%D1%96.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="1280" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDopwOIotq-uedogSOBVLWOjwgBmbXwW2phz9exYVELhBMoLk7CAuc73-wqhlguXctjjDsy9pDyDrO5DyTAJMpl7mehCpCiXs-kEIdfDRkHDW6MWtbe2gKIDeojcaPvMJQncE8ej-IXifpphgz6JQOpEbtMw1uTCxwRpI9cusXvDBANlSC0W7ctV317nU/w640-h428/%D0%9B%D1%8E%D0%B4%D0%B8%D0%BD%D0%B0,_%D1%8F%D0%BA%D0%B0_%D1%81%D0%BF%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%80%D1%96%D0%B3%D0%B0%D1%94_%D0%BF%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B9_%D0%BC%D1%96%D1%81%D1%8F%D1%86%D1%8C_%D0%B2_%D0%B7%D0%BE%D1%80%D1%8F%D0%BD%D0%BE%D0%BC%D1%83_%D0%BD%D0%B5%D0%B1%D1%96.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Vian (CC BY-SA 4.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Sobe no trapézio no final do dia<div>com uma roupa de laicra reluzente.</div><div>Acrobata que no cimo se exercita</div><div>embora o show seja pra pouca gente.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-54325976283186835222026-04-12T12:43:00.000-03:002026-04-12T12:43:24.942-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcriEAxss5ObmJVJ0wylRaiHzv9NM876p2-Icq8yCq2yuKI1hGELEOz1lh59Y1_Ex-JcCfyH5THfW5gDMplh84xL9xUx-dwHSIBqOMKkFJJmiOPqBALLr4lrlux4Pit9JuaIZy4UUlJCowlxO2BDpYlvY1IcqScipZ06c7c0QdqRCkDpyLZkS_PxiuRg/s1920/apples-on-ground.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1920" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcriEAxss5ObmJVJ0wylRaiHzv9NM876p2-Icq8yCq2yuKI1hGELEOz1lh59Y1_Ex-JcCfyH5THfW5gDMplh84xL9xUx-dwHSIBqOMKkFJJmiOPqBALLr4lrlux4Pit9JuaIZy4UUlJCowlxO2BDpYlvY1IcqScipZ06c7c0QdqRCkDpyLZkS_PxiuRg/w640-h640/apples-on-ground.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=724741&amp;picture=apples-on-ground ">Rheo Gauthier</a> </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Tem ar de malcriação o fruto<div>que chega à maturação:</div><div>dá as costas à copa com tudo</div><div>sem demonstrar gratidão!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-75304922499871836412026-04-12T12:36:00.000-03:002026-04-12T12:36:21.847-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6Iigh5U-IWN4gZeeUt8dauznKisWZ0qsvTwNW-KFZ3oQgGOIxhWYZFhkgXjz5ZdBO76g70bOz7WwmbPOa4cqWAKG82B9d9p6aUz8PxpRHe-kgAz_KrBJSBj9PMUE0kiuzNcFu6ZcHhyphenhyphen6bUHos-dwpx55QmJpU3lhJt9imVsTNtVUnFBbNTTjiInqN0A/s1920/heartbeat-1390167878FGM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1920" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6Iigh5U-IWN4gZeeUt8dauznKisWZ0qsvTwNW-KFZ3oQgGOIxhWYZFhkgXjz5ZdBO76g70bOz7WwmbPOa4cqWAKG82B9d9p6aUz8PxpRHe-kgAz_KrBJSBj9PMUE0kiuzNcFu6ZcHhyphenhyphen6bUHos-dwpx55QmJpU3lhJt9imVsTNtVUnFBbNTTjiInqN0A/w640-h256/heartbeat-1390167878FGM.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagem de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=68469&amp;picture=heartbeat ">Mick Lissone</a> </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Porque é de carne no fundo<div>e não de pedra (nem de leve)</div><div>podes crer que existe sumo</div><div>dentro de um coração agreste.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-6546350815577433122026-04-12T12:28:00.002-03:002026-04-12T12:30:07.091-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspCmtRdjnsY6FdvlmNf_Fx6DsQuSWWiqK6W72lY2MDXcUJrZ-l9HpIoHIvpINLCQGaS67DLD07SBEqTnkmQnYFFOBoBlmNKR8JJ1YMWX1IPjHS4C8ArWZAmBST5wXhVgCWq-4mtqyjeD6hPdv29GCvi-98MPuVg-PA24BycnNgkaj1GgFcVEUGGabOLY/s1920/clock-148165459201r.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1920" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspCmtRdjnsY6FdvlmNf_Fx6DsQuSWWiqK6W72lY2MDXcUJrZ-l9HpIoHIvpINLCQGaS67DLD07SBEqTnkmQnYFFOBoBlmNKR8JJ1YMWX1IPjHS4C8ArWZAmBST5wXhVgCWq-4mtqyjeD6hPdv29GCvi-98MPuVg-PA24BycnNgkaj1GgFcVEUGGabOLY/w640-h640/clock-148165459201r.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagem de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=201092&amp;picture=clock ">Dawn Hudson</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Seus ponteiros desnutridos</div><div>(bracinhos raquíticos)</div><div>vão garfando sem prurido</div><div>nosso frescor típico!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-86086891236230254642026-04-11T15:50:00.001-03:002026-04-11T15:50:58.720-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuWXcl_QhOIeMLX1UXLmqQFdE6eLgu3JU42Wa3IEpUiFWFkwQ27lBjZCou8QenH6p3iszknIFkvNoJWzFnBRYVssti3ruU6ydaCJyLMWTRST-bbxtMNhEs5sA7h3LJHEsAj3aMIVD5luaj812mgrKMYc4mCFa-gJYrJmOSOAbqBcyAlcMTS3R2QQbWdQ/s1280/Moon!.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="1280" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuWXcl_QhOIeMLX1UXLmqQFdE6eLgu3JU42Wa3IEpUiFWFkwQ27lBjZCou8QenH6p3iszknIFkvNoJWzFnBRYVssti3ruU6ydaCJyLMWTRST-bbxtMNhEs5sA7h3LJHEsAj3aMIVD5luaj812mgrKMYc4mCFa-gJYrJmOSOAbqBcyAlcMTS3R2QQbWdQ/w640-h426/Moon!.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto: 000000000SH111111111 <br />(CC BY-SA 4.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Cá embaixo, as almas ávidas,<div>é o firmamento quem as sustenta.</div><div>A Lua, ainda que árida,</div><div>boêmios e poetas, alimenta.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-4455739877802874612026-04-11T15:46:00.000-03:002026-04-11T15:46:25.711-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6t0pp7KbTP7GvVZcGcm9yh2vF7Slz0X8LvbXXq8qfFETMwZkHdFfuMz71U_RpUm5lYgctuh-bZ0mAz8qHTzTJqJE1mluNXy9DCmRg-QbT_rnQ-ne3sZjApsSQx19DaJTuRaGHk8qLV2syi07fsHZMyXD4Q0mbK6gETu_U2zp1yDcZMDc27WOsmBru-iA/s1280/Luna_creciente_1.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6t0pp7KbTP7GvVZcGcm9yh2vF7Slz0X8LvbXXq8qfFETMwZkHdFfuMz71U_RpUm5lYgctuh-bZ0mAz8qHTzTJqJE1mluNXy9DCmRg-QbT_rnQ-ne3sZjApsSQx19DaJTuRaGHk8qLV2syi07fsHZMyXD4Q0mbK6gETu_U2zp1yDcZMDc27WOsmBru-iA/w640-h480/Luna_creciente_1.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Luisalvaz ">Luisalvaz</a> (CC BY-SA 4.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Todo o infinito à mão, e ela resiste:<div>na circunvizinhança é sempre avistada.</div><div>Paira ao redor de si uma aura triste</div><div>de quem não vaga pois seria domada...</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-51051992787678647162026-04-11T15:40:00.001-03:002026-04-11T15:44:10.944-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHsv66qNSiFLREiGKgUuFIVzrEN13Fu5izNecyx7UCFTvWSb5CnW44IuPtiwReh6hUPtXszB6vZ4juUpCGmpI3BOUn5coIwHA8JDnvRWAm7z2W-kTIoO7sBN20z1HsCp_7NiCgyTK63-6NpL8_bOFskpL7dvtg_7LBtqNOG26ptUNE5UQ0164P5Jm4YU/s1441/Sunrise_on_Grand_Canyon_(52412632853).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1441" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHsv66qNSiFLREiGKgUuFIVzrEN13Fu5izNecyx7UCFTvWSb5CnW44IuPtiwReh6hUPtXszB6vZ4juUpCGmpI3BOUn5coIwHA8JDnvRWAm7z2W-kTIoO7sBN20z1HsCp_7NiCgyTK63-6NpL8_bOFskpL7dvtg_7LBtqNOG26ptUNE5UQ0164P5Jm4YU/w426-h640/Sunrise_on_Grand_Canyon_(52412632853).jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.flickr.com/people/143154479@N02 ">Ludovic Hirlimann</a> <br /><i>from Grisolles, France</i> (CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Porque tem um olhar agudo desde cedo<div>o alvor torna o amanhecer algo certo:</div><div>acha um sulco no breu e perfura o cerco</div><div>levando seu frescor ao céu austero.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-88464686417996548022026-04-10T14:40:00.002-03:002026-04-10T14:43:42.019-03:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J0XWpS13iI3uvY1S3wuvFdqzsdAq87KQq2duTPsd8gOWZYcJCZiP0D_y87oJ8K3q38MojTDPpqtjdk_Gjtt5x14BDuAkZ5S-pUiAnpDlnBCrRX3q6JKt5zz85LId4chwKwlXhQayMPpBTioXAM_4Dvovsa6NqiynVxx8d6BQxPk4otbWx3RgNwUyR0o/s1920/universum-kosmos-sternen-himmel-1658098505LsI.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1920" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5J0XWpS13iI3uvY1S3wuvFdqzsdAq87KQq2duTPsd8gOWZYcJCZiP0D_y87oJ8K3q38MojTDPpqtjdk_Gjtt5x14BDuAkZ5S-pUiAnpDlnBCrRX3q6JKt5zz85LId4chwKwlXhQayMPpBTioXAM_4Dvovsa6NqiynVxx8d6BQxPk4otbWx3RgNwUyR0o/w640-h512/universum-kosmos-sternen-himmel-1658098505LsI.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=457453&amp;picture=universe-cosmos-stars-sky ">Andrea Stöckel</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Pra quem apagou, a noite é tranquila<div>embora no céu aconteça um alvoroço.</div><div>Para aqueles que estão com a insônia em dia</div><div>astros acesos são carne de pescoço!...</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.com