tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65504422282240095672026-11-09T11:53:49.162-03:00Um blog com poemas e artigos de TeologiaAna Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comBlogger4624125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-72388529156861442722026-11-07T09:55:00.372-03:002026-11-07T09:55:00.373-03:00<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/AVvXsEgH4RHRs5Zhh3PYiQn-QuPYjONjq3Hfx33sKuTtVLY1aunzU-LSaK32nqkiImxs1e1A5EaoWiBXiJrAiKJynmZsgCLC_j-CKPDqA6XHev6jSDxXNqnd07TfUv67FfrnZVU1u-7ANvMSKEWs0LXIJ-yqA4WeuvsC1vHoqRazrcOW14_zfQbPnokf8o8pvG4/s1280/1280px-Kamloops_Sunset_from_Rose_Hill.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/AVvXsEgH4RHRs5Zhh3PYiQn-QuPYjONjq3Hfx33sKuTtVLY1aunzU-LSaK32nqkiImxs1e1A5EaoWiBXiJrAiKJynmZsgCLC_j-CKPDqA6XHev6jSDxXNqnd07TfUv67FfrnZVU1u-7ANvMSKEWs0LXIJ-yqA4WeuvsC1vHoqRazrcOW14_zfQbPnokf8o8pvG4/w640-h460/1280px-Kamloops_Sunset_from_Rose_Hill.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Murray Foubister (CC BY-SA 2.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Sendo adepto da clareza<div>seu sentir nunca é ignoto:</div><div>pela manhã e a tarde inteira</div><div>o Sol arde à vista de todos.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-7485150500022851272026-11-07T09:47:50.569-03:002026-11-07T09:47:50.569-03:00<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/AVvXsEhlcMNLIONE1nKhAlfz-kXJc11KWAdFHW0zyncccLJWQqc4Dj-UOm48pRiENkpM22IOMaMye30_B8ERyO3BWKgxeGX7Ee9a0uZ4wSYBF135VNZiR4CKxVhHEU1eR0rx9zcMLz0UPTae3AUwXWag5hknSc_VwQREgDfo-SBI8UCafiF5LK78Drii0N5b_oY/s1280/1280px-Corsica_sunset_-_2805387387.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="1280" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlcMNLIONE1nKhAlfz-kXJc11KWAdFHW0zyncccLJWQqc4Dj-UOm48pRiENkpM22IOMaMye30_B8ERyO3BWKgxeGX7Ee9a0uZ4wSYBF135VNZiR4CKxVhHEU1eR0rx9zcMLz0UPTae3AUwXWag5hknSc_VwQREgDfo-SBI8UCafiF5LK78Drii0N5b_oY/w640-h472/1280px-Corsica_sunset_-_2805387387.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Sir-DooM (CC BY-SA 2.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Cadê sua ardência tão propalada<div>se ela some quando a noite chega?</div><div>(As estrelas se insinuarem basta</div><div>pro Sol partir cheio de frieza.)</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-12462458594545485362026-11-07T09:42:31.285-03:002026-11-07T09:44:20.746-03:00<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/AVvXsEh8NinT1310swVdQAksORZKzx0PMdWf2EUnGNKzsXZvAIYPZaI2uEtoPmH2_YlYLjQWwcW0EWaIMry0tUqtP7zh0BjAW2R_hRxPTIEyYW78cD49Cg_gsTIBvght9N7Ff8DbwbVBD_aOxCC-wbVhgaIxOPCpQOdmgLV6xE_WLpJwBV4iDaxE9a3i0nNl_DE/s1280/1280px-Sun_and_Ducks_(26248967645).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/AVvXsEh8NinT1310swVdQAksORZKzx0PMdWf2EUnGNKzsXZvAIYPZaI2uEtoPmH2_YlYLjQWwcW0EWaIMry0tUqtP7zh0BjAW2R_hRxPTIEyYW78cD49Cg_gsTIBvght9N7Ff8DbwbVBD_aOxCC-wbVhgaIxOPCpQOdmgLV6xE_WLpJwBV4iDaxE9a3i0nNl_DE/w640-h426/1280px-Sun_and_Ducks_(26248967645).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.flickr.com/people/40883175@N06 ">Ed Dunens</a> (CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Ao Sol nunca falta o norte<div>que segue sem tibieza</div><div>com passadas muito fortes</div><div>sentidas na Terra inteira!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-63322106243586776142026-11-05T10:10:51.638-03:002026-11-05T10:10:51.639-03:00<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/AVvXsEiCnmVE98nhuEz6k52NSbsB3zrWj6fN6PuH4r3uNkRykGwwJ58ar5C7V8uotnpFNKfDtxoW5HCtqJinrWzwioftNrVwo0KiI0yAf_cR6XtuLveo5aRBA2pAcnjnaPOECQLY3nuEH7NZf4FwZgRQ4_ZpRXXKbMLzKyRsVWL5ERvXSZELDkCASH0Y_CBxBVM/s1280/1280px-Port_of_Bayonne40.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnmVE98nhuEz6k52NSbsB3zrWj6fN6PuH4r3uNkRykGwwJ58ar5C7V8uotnpFNKfDtxoW5HCtqJinrWzwioftNrVwo0KiI0yAf_cR6XtuLveo5aRBA2pAcnjnaPOECQLY3nuEH7NZf4FwZgRQ4_ZpRXXKbMLzKyRsVWL5ERvXSZELDkCASH0Y_CBxBVM/w640-h360/1280px-Port_of_Bayonne40.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Gadjo_Niglo (CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Manhã e tarde inteiras, com fogo, brinca<div>arriscando a deixar os dedos queimados.</div><div>Ao final do dia, quando o Sol esfria,</div><div>no poente o céu bota o astro de lado!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-35539243872961722842026-11-05T10:05:33.253-03:002026-11-05T10:05:33.253-03:00<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/AVvXsEgisqJm1q-4jDs-dExKMensi-Ci-h_5TLQjYkbaAihV0gfAX9J4jVuY3xLoLcIqRfsk29ganXFLnBcCuLYmrUckis90CChxWwCcigcUcSNg6O1yryKwyPcAnTBzihe0XNq-SJvlIAwwpTnKV6XaXWOhewO8CIS2BnG04KBqwWcegJq_sHTC3yejjrHviYQ/s1280/1280px-Sunset_along_Hwy_A87_N_into_the_Red_Centre_-_(13113349924).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/AVvXsEgisqJm1q-4jDs-dExKMensi-Ci-h_5TLQjYkbaAihV0gfAX9J4jVuY3xLoLcIqRfsk29ganXFLnBcCuLYmrUckis90CChxWwCcigcUcSNg6O1yryKwyPcAnTBzihe0XNq-SJvlIAwwpTnKV6XaXWOhewO8CIS2BnG04KBqwWcegJq_sHTC3yejjrHviYQ/w640-h426/1280px-Sunset_along_Hwy_A87_N_into_the_Red_Centre_-_(13113349924).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.flickr.com/people/61456446@N06 ">Murray Foubister</a> (CC BY-SA 2.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />O dia só vai embora fazendo birra:<div>a Oeste o Sol até rola no chão.</div><div>Dá as costas sem ver o exemplo da noitinha</div><div>que chega devagar... Com educação.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-73594379102127136512026-11-05T10:00:59.880-03:002026-11-05T10:00:59.880-03:00<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/AVvXsEg4-EsUK3Tn-QFgBfnT7CUF6O6rC2hEbVujqH30X7MQJVkkCoozATM3SRycWHAvGHyJ_HRwPdd_rgO2byg9FmmFkeZ2X0_FpmbgPX79lB5oqQDlndzdzaD_0Ighl10fBSxkbki6l0PIYsSYbzOF24gGmepgm9rECPlp53MmYT9EWYDnn22sTdjjBYegBjQ/s1280/1280px-Beautiful_Sunset_at_Point_Lookout19.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/AVvXsEg4-EsUK3Tn-QFgBfnT7CUF6O6rC2hEbVujqH30X7MQJVkkCoozATM3SRycWHAvGHyJ_HRwPdd_rgO2byg9FmmFkeZ2X0_FpmbgPX79lB5oqQDlndzdzaD_0Ighl10fBSxkbki6l0PIYsSYbzOF24gGmepgm9rECPlp53MmYT9EWYDnn22sTdjjBYegBjQ/w640-h426/1280px-Beautiful_Sunset_at_Point_Lookout19.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 /><div>O dia inteirinho a Terra</div><div>anela em si grande anseio</div><div>de que finalmente aperta</div><div>a Estrela junto a seu seio.</div><div>Isso ocorre há tantas eras</div><div>que não tem lugar receio:</div><div>a Estrela nunca deserta</div><div>do horizonte de onde veio.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-70711816417605252192026-11-02T09:20:09.845-03:002026-11-02T09:20:09.845-03:00<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/AVvXsEgSi4Rr5g-ZANEYY1jNmhw7aAYdHCuYvEOIhSe6Iv8S7sE9mL-mQE5D6_xfuFcqozuj8X10TGd0d9t5UPStBNYRlZmLRu3ozJvzXdMJjO23ZqC2wbXKnSrPWfv9Rs3X8PhKgPdFlZn5ym66oKcIMQ04g6q1EaJf7ARMnKPZ5S8fYInWiFU68MAt4JeAI5M/s1280/1280px-G%C3%BCnelinde_G%C3%BCn_bat%C4%B1m%C4%B1_1_-_panoramio.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/AVvXsEgSi4Rr5g-ZANEYY1jNmhw7aAYdHCuYvEOIhSe6Iv8S7sE9mL-mQE5D6_xfuFcqozuj8X10TGd0d9t5UPStBNYRlZmLRu3ozJvzXdMJjO23ZqC2wbXKnSrPWfv9Rs3X8PhKgPdFlZn5ym66oKcIMQ04g6q1EaJf7ARMnKPZ5S8fYInWiFU68MAt4JeAI5M/w640-h426/1280px-G%C3%BCnelinde_G%C3%BCn_bat%C4%B1m%C4%B1_1_-_panoramio.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://web.archive.org/web/20161012171049/http://www.panoramio.com/user/2090605?with_photo_id=12864259 ">Hüseyin Aydemir</a> (CC BY-SA 3.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Quem vê o Sol altivo além da estratosfera<div>não nota que ele arde por uma quimera</div><div>que à tardinha realiza após longa espera:</div><div>pousar ali no horizonte e brincar na Terra!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-27391400605296503062026-11-02T09:17:12.923-03:002026-11-02T09:17:12.924-03:00<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/AVvXsEjMF0tDbyA0hBdV9qpNB8CxC1lVGyY43P0kI_jmZ9W9SQkR-k1AX94tLpFYMNVZc08JxusTnnmokXsBGziBUro2W8kvxAhyWbnlUbUtZowbmhBjLZuDZRtzeqMARlef341UTVyfGZkHGqryorQmKRY8svdBqWuP9igP2tX9qwHpXtpQoOFCBeiiNgOuEVw/s1280/1280px-Coucher_de_soleil_et_Lever_de_Lune_sur_le_Mont-Blanc_en_Savoie_(hiver_2024)_2.jpeg" 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/AVvXsEjMF0tDbyA0hBdV9qpNB8CxC1lVGyY43P0kI_jmZ9W9SQkR-k1AX94tLpFYMNVZc08JxusTnnmokXsBGziBUro2W8kvxAhyWbnlUbUtZowbmhBjLZuDZRtzeqMARlef341UTVyfGZkHGqryorQmKRY8svdBqWuP9igP2tX9qwHpXtpQoOFCBeiiNgOuEVw/w640-h480/1280px-Coucher_de_soleil_et_Lever_de_Lune_sur_le_Mont-Blanc_en_Savoie_(hiver_2024)_2.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Florian Pépellin (CC BY-SA 4.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Por mais robusto que o Sol seja<div>pra calcar o espaço,</div><div>à noitinha eis que a Lua chega</div><div>e apaga o seu rasto.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-65557737961682004752026-11-02T09:12:48.888-03:002026-11-02T09:12:48.888-03:00<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/AVvXsEjv5bOLFfnZ-r4gxumiuWHZWX32tEE2CWcZbc7_9kA3YnkTOa6HGewlfpM3Gq1navEZiRwmjzut7JUV-BwrJApEZVbHn321AOqyGKs7Ji7tBeL_ZQr9Zvn9REexVPAwjGTNhUIe-2YfVBTjxs2ywCo3pKDtUzIaZUypI8RHI70bkFoEcOIW62iHSdT9rfo/s1280/1280px-Arcachon_(7818088846).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/AVvXsEjv5bOLFfnZ-r4gxumiuWHZWX32tEE2CWcZbc7_9kA3YnkTOa6HGewlfpM3Gq1navEZiRwmjzut7JUV-BwrJApEZVbHn321AOqyGKs7Ji7tBeL_ZQr9Zvn9REexVPAwjGTNhUIe-2YfVBTjxs2ywCo3pKDtUzIaZUypI8RHI70bkFoEcOIW62iHSdT9rfo/w640-h428/1280px-Arcachon_(7818088846).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.flickr.com/people/28781447@N04 ">Patrick S.</a> <i>from BAZIEGE, FRANCE</i> <br />(CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Ei-lo desde a manhãzinha<div>dando as cartas lá de cima</div><div>até que chega a tardinha</div><div>- criatura comezinha,</div><div>qual David frente a Golias -</div><div>que através de um golpe finda</div><div>o poder que o Sol detinha.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-23890882080086698772026-10-30T10:46:42.853-03:002026-10-30T10:47:58.564-03:00<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/AVvXsEjhRGE-pQO6A4VyDF1iKthq2SSfjKmOjKObv1n_naRcT_CJNPwAg3xaCvB9HCm1Gs8D8lYiwpCLohTBuf3h0MKTgJ0g7-n_3OKtlad7aT3AnDohjzYHuWrYQ6kqgvqjt79k8G1Pasm9BRHQcvUDyhiHjaq_kb_xAOW7c-Y2RLO39KDrM-5uDbvwuPqPuCE/s1280/dandelion-in-yard-2-134981298608823j1L.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1025" data-original-width="1280" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRGE-pQO6A4VyDF1iKthq2SSfjKmOjKObv1n_naRcT_CJNPwAg3xaCvB9HCm1Gs8D8lYiwpCLohTBuf3h0MKTgJ0g7-n_3OKtlad7aT3AnDohjzYHuWrYQ6kqgvqjt79k8G1Pasm9BRHQcvUDyhiHjaq_kb_xAOW7c-Y2RLO39KDrM-5uDbvwuPqPuCE/w640-h512/dandelion-in-yard-2-134981298608823j1L.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=12149&picture=dandelion-in-yard-2 ">Mikaela Dunn</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />O dente-de-leão é um caso à parte:<div>a elegância integra sua natureza.</div><div>Quando advém uma contrariedade</div><div>com que suavidade ele perde a cabeça!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-88543087469280122172026-10-30T10:42:59.919-03:002026-10-30T10:42:59.919-03:00<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/AVvXsEgX5TKPmre40O0fZ9mdeVJfN6saBDs36Jvnf77JlchnpQHhw66IbJ_Cxxi1SvRUlkuGnxS5pd17QgUvNxyfq5hogQlqp-O5KtZWOIEBpdT_Xd4q_MPjkO9JE5_b5LMyoDOSDMn_9lfSBnZwwunn9X99VA24hMy5GE9Z-Vzepggkd0kC6TDu8Zv44f8tFtg/s1280/2016.07.07_Tel_Aviv_05.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1280" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5TKPmre40O0fZ9mdeVJfN6saBDs36Jvnf77JlchnpQHhw66IbJ_Cxxi1SvRUlkuGnxS5pd17QgUvNxyfq5hogQlqp-O5KtZWOIEBpdT_Xd4q_MPjkO9JE5_b5LMyoDOSDMn_9lfSBnZwwunn9X99VA24hMy5GE9Z-Vzepggkd0kC6TDu8Zv44f8tFtg/w640-h458/2016.07.07_Tel_Aviv_05.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.wikidata.org/wiki/Q116943179 ">Ted Eytan</a> (CC BY-SA 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Desde a aurora se enche de majestade<div>estando no sangue se manter altivo:</div><div>eis que alinha a coroa no fim de tarde</div><div>mesmo nessa hora ficando proscrito.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-284850272143243902026-10-30T10:35:24.548-03:002026-10-30T10:40:20.378-03:00<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/AVvXsEjWi3658ATNK_ulh5dJj8J8WVQaAICzFGsWgiwlitcCmqekpSb8rQKE7qWELHHpg52gxfR0YdxEmOFs3mwMJ1SwRJxAJrhdtOxOzKvE8eFrMZTXaPIsSpjhRWAGwRoFbJ1it6zRBlm5-BwQyd_iNV-D2Ai4OJ0fuLTHcgJA1qxDFh6DAvwTVE1-zd-MSX0/s1920/blue-night-sky-painting-1779862859A1O.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/AVvXsEjWi3658ATNK_ulh5dJj8J8WVQaAICzFGsWgiwlitcCmqekpSb8rQKE7qWELHHpg52gxfR0YdxEmOFs3mwMJ1SwRJxAJrhdtOxOzKvE8eFrMZTXaPIsSpjhRWAGwRoFbJ1it6zRBlm5-BwQyd_iNV-D2Ai4OJ0fuLTHcgJA1qxDFh6DAvwTVE1-zd-MSX0/w640-h640/blue-night-sky-painting-1779862859A1O.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Imagem: <a href=" https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=789379&amp;picture=blue-night-sky-painting ">AI Generated</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Ainda que o Sol, cheio de calor, dê sopa<div>tribos inteiras mantêm-se longe</div><div>enquanto a Lua, uma fogueirinha insossa,</div><div>reúne em volta estrelas aos montes!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-7422920379879681912026-10-27T10:17:08.384-03:002026-10-27T10:17:08.385-03:00<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/AVvXsEjfcqx2NO-kE0fXv4ei_Yy7WQCkBjSCeOmC6AAsLcJU-j-fi3EsLkQ5iT_2vVgpfleeohlnYNL8yDODpIZpMNwFpF3WU3nE79tyfmnFRz0aAu9xC9FMwlHlWqfVeUq5Ysq0gAxU17GjTO5MbrejI80E2CVK_h7BcfPHrGTVGWjPQoPP-LLz3oN1OGbQgY8/s1280/Moon_above_Kennedy_Space_Center_(8834319).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="1280" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcqx2NO-kE0fXv4ei_Yy7WQCkBjSCeOmC6AAsLcJU-j-fi3EsLkQ5iT_2vVgpfleeohlnYNL8yDODpIZpMNwFpF3WU3nE79tyfmnFRz0aAu9xC9FMwlHlWqfVeUq5Ysq0gAxU17GjTO5MbrejI80E2CVK_h7BcfPHrGTVGWjPQoPP-LLz3oN1OGbQgY8/w640-h428/Moon_above_Kennedy_Space_Center_(8834319).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto: <i>U.S. Space Force</i> (DeAnna Murano)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Fala bem de determinação<div>com seu modo de seguir avante:</div><div>ainda que só, na escuridão,</div><div>seus passos nunca são vacilantes.</div><div>De Leste a Oeste, vai com atenção</div><div>e não topa em estrelas adiante -</div><div>há eras sempre acertando a mão,</div><div>apurou seu jeito itinerante.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-29727046900294229682026-10-27T10:13:32.769-03:002026-10-27T10:16:11.907-03:00<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/AVvXsEhl802DqmrPehmWkpZahe84_o4EDX6zP1DyzxaNaaF5m1jnu-XInqc6BzpsVRvWg6sccedkQqLIe1csACgNWIs2_bXGVwpz8BQIZZNVKNHJwN2YTQ9ZujWr_cTX3dt74cpZuCIRa14K1jeVUxi_6h4aue5tuWgp6GccPDLGOgdhwBdOBv7f3H2CmIUBEmk/s1280/Fun_with_sun.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/AVvXsEhl802DqmrPehmWkpZahe84_o4EDX6zP1DyzxaNaaF5m1jnu-XInqc6BzpsVRvWg6sccedkQqLIe1csACgNWIs2_bXGVwpz8BQIZZNVKNHJwN2YTQ9ZujWr_cTX3dt74cpZuCIRa14K1jeVUxi_6h4aue5tuWgp6GccPDLGOgdhwBdOBv7f3H2CmIUBEmk/w640-h426/Fun_with_sun.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Mohammad Sayem&nbsp;<br />(CC BY-SA 4.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />De coerência o Sol tem falado<div>tão bem nestes dias quanto antes:</div><div>há eras, não importa o horário,</div><div>chega ou vai embora radiante.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-15670995411667545272026-10-27T10:09:59.131-03:002026-10-27T10:09:59.131-03:00<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/AVvXsEitGm8RvOZoQBtaTE-mgv4g4EB5DGpSunpJnyIBg5RZVls3uFANmx9wPS7yHHgaJGLMhuu9KVZqhycTF6qjXXAQzTNFYZJ0s4LUU4zPYYcLyI7pmRE8XSokc5maIcarZvx093rjlIyzh7mHJgfm8Qn83fA6hBqSYDFQ4NpZblShR8gJ5E7LULXFtakoLOQ/s1200/Sky_full_of_stars_from_Egypt.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitGm8RvOZoQBtaTE-mgv4g4EB5DGpSunpJnyIBg5RZVls3uFANmx9wPS7yHHgaJGLMhuu9KVZqhycTF6qjXXAQzTNFYZJ0s4LUU4zPYYcLyI7pmRE8XSokc5maIcarZvx093rjlIyzh7mHJgfm8Qn83fA6hBqSYDFQ4NpZblShR8gJ5E7LULXFtakoLOQ/w512-h640/Sky_full_of_stars_from_Egypt.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Thabetph123 (CC BY-SA 4.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />É tanta a timidez que o céu aflige<div>que atrás do Sol ele se faz oculto.</div><div>Quando a sonolência, todos, atinge</div><div>é que mostra seu verdadeiro vulto:</div><div>as firulas que de dia suprime</div><div>de noite elas vêm à tona com tudo!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-53162792050493492842026-10-21T10:24:23.948-03:002026-10-21T10:24:23.948-03:00<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/AVvXsEi2M8ziwMCpGPBwgX2irGrR7UIjio-LLFcce76NSs2PftG7VW3_O_fPfz25-eQ5B3thx5ItEEUbA3y9QTSGtWHNboFoH6Gs-AGvJmplO_vW2mtmeHId0Utq_6r44a700pQ6QAnx05uxCX3RR5-5EjDHMdyHVt6XCtr4C7cgofXgTOYpG3w0IVb7nsrN0GM/s1280/Sunset_Photography.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="1280" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2M8ziwMCpGPBwgX2irGrR7UIjio-LLFcce76NSs2PftG7VW3_O_fPfz25-eQ5B3thx5ItEEUbA3y9QTSGtWHNboFoH6Gs-AGvJmplO_vW2mtmeHId0Utq_6r44a700pQ6QAnx05uxCX3RR5-5EjDHMdyHVt6XCtr4C7cgofXgTOYpG3w0IVb7nsrN0GM/w640-h396/Sunset_Photography.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:Md_Shaifuzzaman_Ayon ">Md Shaifuzzaman Ayon</a> <br />(CC BY-SA 4.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Embora exiba uma coroa cintilante<div>e na maior parte do dia altivo esteja,</div><div>se sabe quando deixar de ser triunfante</div><div>quem pode recriminar o Sol de soberba?</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-90289507677288939712026-10-21T10:19:46.578-03:002026-10-21T10:19:46.579-03:00<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/AVvXsEh2xzid7FV2mTMGNxoz7W45vp1yJM7imzJ7bOsXzyAA8HiIMPqudHkpXJXs4kjSZKRskBh0L3ScakPTxQfUf6_ezV4ZjV_eya6JRSovKNH71RvYIA34KT-5_sBDYRgRxeQgYW0XQ1OM55Wgyon4IgaDVgrhXAJugB4SJ8ZTZJLx07o_f6O_3uPbEG7631E/s1280/Sunset_(31658311893).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/AVvXsEh2xzid7FV2mTMGNxoz7W45vp1yJM7imzJ7bOsXzyAA8HiIMPqudHkpXJXs4kjSZKRskBh0L3ScakPTxQfUf6_ezV4ZjV_eya6JRSovKNH71RvYIA34KT-5_sBDYRgRxeQgYW0XQ1OM55Wgyon4IgaDVgrhXAJugB4SJ8ZTZJLx07o_f6O_3uPbEG7631E/w640-h426/Sunset_(31658311893).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.flickr.com/people/108047436@N05 ">missbutterflies</a> (CC BY-SA 2.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />No alvor, embora ainda minúsculo<div>manda para o bebeléu o escuro.</div><div>Mas à tardinha, com o brilho turvo,</div><div>falta ao Sol aquele mesmo pulso&nbsp;</div><div>pra deter o breu de reger tudo...</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-74499505227567001152026-10-21T10:08:26.898-03:002026-10-21T10:15:36.647-03:00<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/AVvXsEio8bb_A9xuZ8xW2DR1qa6MZHQi83BC_Z24muHei4tUjsaOFo6sfjraTDmlzIk5fu5egtl7K7l5sjFF4pQyyqlA5sObqbBw8msxWOC36JSPD2Chr-jTm01AcaQOj7VKnyfrgTBlkwm5bsXPIcM9PzqtQYSLZTHAFAEc5I9tjCEcuVOhXM-Pxhd3-DWqy94/s1280/050412-VanLake-Turkey-IMG_2708-2.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/AVvXsEio8bb_A9xuZ8xW2DR1qa6MZHQi83BC_Z24muHei4tUjsaOFo6sfjraTDmlzIk5fu5egtl7K7l5sjFF4pQyyqlA5sObqbBw8msxWOC36JSPD2Chr-jTm01AcaQOj7VKnyfrgTBlkwm5bsXPIcM9PzqtQYSLZTHAFAEc5I9tjCEcuVOhXM-Pxhd3-DWqy94/w640-h426/050412-VanLake-Turkey-IMG_2708-2.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:Safa.daneshvar ">Safa.daneshvar</a> </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><div>Após um dia todo havê-lo aguentado</div><div>o céu só quer mandar o Sol para longe</div><div>pois àquela altura com os dedos queimados</div><div>é hora de ceder a vez pro horizonte!</div></div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-13283076204562432422026-10-18T10:47:23.739-03:002026-10-18T10:47:23.739-03:00<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/AVvXsEjQ7BcEnsZeEfEzkhIXAi1uOlpuXcN-S_Lc5h8q1qly-Mf-hM5oiu0TCDSXEXFohBa2ZtTWDmvN5vwvkp1CrLULNsOy1RkQPyHBQaUUf_4Nc5T7aWLCLaKhFhKDEk5n9tsngB6kSC6E5xi3K8hi-NJfecuzqtGhSRn-VV6RCvBX4SqdRGrOhSLDg7dqumQ/s1280/Port_of_Karaburun.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="952" data-original-width="1280" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7BcEnsZeEfEzkhIXAi1uOlpuXcN-S_Lc5h8q1qly-Mf-hM5oiu0TCDSXEXFohBa2ZtTWDmvN5vwvkp1CrLULNsOy1RkQPyHBQaUUf_4Nc5T7aWLCLaKhFhKDEk5n9tsngB6kSC6E5xi3K8hi-NJfecuzqtGhSRn-VV6RCvBX4SqdRGrOhSLDg7dqumQ/w640-h476/Port_of_Karaburun.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:Khutuck ">Khutuck</a> (CC BY-SA 3.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />De perdão o céu me fala agora<div>quando o alvorecer se mostra certo:</div><div>mesmo o Sol tendo lhe dado as costas</div><div>o recebe de braços abertos!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-77904181259078293802026-10-18T10:43:31.571-03:002026-10-18T10:43:31.571-03:00<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/AVvXsEiWfK9kuzXvv-vsqzgMWQLSyDuxbkyIuNSUMiR1AB_yo6yz0uIcj2ax6rQEf1HAOfp1MTiwWIIcy2hC2fDtaEVWD5CJbL6DAKrtAYmGK8EmQyDvIKqzRMy-r9G2k2JTGBDxsGNi0KBW4oxhUaUSYszIkuIXGSyuGWpdcyiR1V7hx3qJ91er4Dztrnuct6c/s1280/Desert_Dawn_(35196156601).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="1280" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfK9kuzXvv-vsqzgMWQLSyDuxbkyIuNSUMiR1AB_yo6yz0uIcj2ax6rQEf1HAOfp1MTiwWIIcy2hC2fDtaEVWD5CJbL6DAKrtAYmGK8EmQyDvIKqzRMy-r9G2k2JTGBDxsGNi0KBW4oxhUaUSYszIkuIXGSyuGWpdcyiR1V7hx3qJ91er4Dztrnuct6c/w640-h356/Desert_Dawn_(35196156601).jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href=" https://www.flickr.com/people/10393601@N08 ">Rennett Stowe</a> <i>from USA</i> (CC BY 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />É assim que se sucede a alvorada<div>quando ao redor ainda se faz treva:</div><div>a noite parecia bem vedada</div><div>porém deixou em um canto uma fresta</div><div>e a claridade, sempre muito ousada,</div><div>se aproveita desse descuido dela!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-88033890328574288292026-10-18T10:39:41.114-03:002026-10-18T10:39:41.114-03:00<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/AVvXsEgUxFRp8f7uMooOllos34CKNCa1iZ1fARq0DigRbb4hbNy1zBB0JhseKdN233VPCzmg1RSGjSoCJBeQNd9FaftnzZ2WqeibL-KpxefjKBkjE01_982k29C9RwyhfdFTvd9nBAWqHECqG4lTTAlOHlBuX-5MfvRki5ihKmvmiW8Gy5QeE6uoBiA-jgr_YUI/s1280/Amman_Morning.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/AVvXsEgUxFRp8f7uMooOllos34CKNCa1iZ1fARq0DigRbb4hbNy1zBB0JhseKdN233VPCzmg1RSGjSoCJBeQNd9FaftnzZ2WqeibL-KpxefjKBkjE01_982k29C9RwyhfdFTvd9nBAWqHECqG4lTTAlOHlBuX-5MfvRki5ihKmvmiW8Gy5QeE6uoBiA-jgr_YUI/w640-h426/Amman_Morning.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de andryn2006 (CC BY-SA 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Ainda é a hora da alvorada<div>mas o Sol já se mostra presente:</div><div>mesmo com a faina mal começada</div><div>seu corpo já está todo quente!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-26726691765535012152026-10-15T15:22:01.377-03:002026-10-15T15:23:01.258-03:00<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/AVvXsEgcYGCyd-ZUIGmRWqo7U1aZSUnJXATLi2O4_oEfYB19S41lujKRke496jdxM-0yxlbS4lIp5uJ3JaYUX7-6otm9EVrPY9nDQzD3j01ICVzBiMgN5ouJJrhMcODJ4gV9PRt-Z8gU4YeYCzd2Z11Bw8l0EVWZp9NS0WYOdMjH2uYRElvA_Qa5mKQoojRrAbA/s1280/Cumbrian_orange_sunset.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/AVvXsEgcYGCyd-ZUIGmRWqo7U1aZSUnJXATLi2O4_oEfYB19S41lujKRke496jdxM-0yxlbS4lIp5uJ3JaYUX7-6otm9EVrPY9nDQzD3j01ICVzBiMgN5ouJJrhMcODJ4gV9PRt-Z8gU4YeYCzd2Z11Bw8l0EVWZp9NS0WYOdMjH2uYRElvA_Qa5mKQoojRrAbA/w640-h426/Cumbrian_orange_sunset.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Martyn Fletcher (CC BY 2.0)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Comprometido a ir avante<div>o Sol não fica congelado:</div><div>ele prossegue radiante</div><div>mesmo ante a ameaça do ocaso.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-7903613307553006222026-10-15T15:14:33.559-03:002026-10-15T15:18:06.908-03:00<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/AVvXsEj0lNcp_9ubohFEZgIoI12vUV796a_BTbGza03BOsise-l-9v-_3DL4ZCTtV3hqJc7Onro0LjQhNhm52aaZ7_tNfP1laQiBsy41k_hXlg46fTnO86Z-Iw3DGw-ERFCtzTv4QgyHqjnB0jqIvQT_Xl0bLM9pJBRGMXs9TU2QlZnNQvceZ-yuJ5-cc5zae7I/s1280/The_Flying_Jezebel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="858" data-original-width="1280" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lNcp_9ubohFEZgIoI12vUV796a_BTbGza03BOsise-l-9v-_3DL4ZCTtV3hqJc7Onro0LjQhNhm52aaZ7_tNfP1laQiBsy41k_hXlg46fTnO86Z-Iw3DGw-ERFCtzTv4QgyHqjnB0jqIvQT_Xl0bLM9pJBRGMXs9TU2QlZnNQvceZ-yuJ5-cc5zae7I/w640-h430/The_Flying_Jezebel.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/49211121@N00">Ajith U</a> (CC BY-SA 2.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>De leviana pode ser chamada</div><div>conforme mostra seu comportamento:</div><div>não pode ver uma flor que ela para</div><div>na busca eterna por contentamento!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-85303062716632119732026-10-15T15:10:11.412-03:002026-10-15T15:10:11.413-03:00<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/AVvXsEjQum_zlSipXutYMcPhR1VXzwmPctF8LeIC92s7wCZVqUytj2W6yY-mSzQNJrCGhz8G0l1qIFwrO8QD6C7HLhHTTJ4AYkllJsE4xgdH338MB-4iqwY600YiaaG-x40YhGIecL0eJrcsLRaJTIHHmLwJ1lNV5t5HZ6IX6fBTYnJG2KJcxIXlz_FWSkpxf-k/s1280/Photo_of_The_moon_02.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/AVvXsEjQum_zlSipXutYMcPhR1VXzwmPctF8LeIC92s7wCZVqUytj2W6yY-mSzQNJrCGhz8G0l1qIFwrO8QD6C7HLhHTTJ4AYkllJsE4xgdH338MB-4iqwY600YiaaG-x40YhGIecL0eJrcsLRaJTIHHmLwJ1lNV5t5HZ6IX6fBTYnJG2KJcxIXlz_FWSkpxf-k/w640-h480/Photo_of_The_moon_02.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:PEAK99 ">PEAK99</a> (CC BY 3.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />De resistência, a Lua fala<div>ao ficar com o corpo despido</div><div>em plena hora da madrugada</div><div>sem nunca estremecer de frio.</div><div>Sendo muito desembaraçada</div><div>faz do decoro um inimigo:</div><div>regras há para serem quebradas</div><div>pra ela, não tem custo isso.</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550442228224009567.post-48870772020333681402026-10-12T09:23:55.428-03:002026-10-12T09:26:25.437-03:00<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/AVvXsEj6ZxvmBXd7TIJzEzt3tfrO5YEr5xCNYJKeOiDcWBUrGwi1NZV4Ytwz70yLa1hmbuEi9x8SknfFJtCD0MjtQmAvSuRxybJJLR6K8VkMfjZbY6fhtAYCn4xbPh8FyAnVJoOaAuw7ZfR8gWKJFULkkmJwH6yzM4mJxqdrkUdp8tk01kfZebJgvlsn71Jdubk/s1280/Sunrise_&amp;_bicycle-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZxvmBXd7TIJzEzt3tfrO5YEr5xCNYJKeOiDcWBUrGwi1NZV4Ytwz70yLa1hmbuEi9x8SknfFJtCD0MjtQmAvSuRxybJJLR6K8VkMfjZbY6fhtAYCn4xbPh8FyAnVJoOaAuw7ZfR8gWKJFULkkmJwH6yzM4mJxqdrkUdp8tk01kfZebJgvlsn71Jdubk/w640-h360/Sunrise_&amp;_bicycle-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foto de Win_Hidayat (CC BY-SA 4.0) </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Seria uma visita apressada<div>(desde que ela fosse ignorada)</div><div>mas o céu resolveu fazer sala</div><div>pra luz, quando era só alvorada</div><div>e assim porque acabou bem tratada</div><div>todo o dia durou sua estada!</div><div><br /></div>Ana Paula Camargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16750824359582445258noreply@blogger.com