<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Alma de Poesia – Links – Letra B</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Alma de Poesia Parceiros)</managingEditor><pubDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2024 01:18:14 -0300</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://almadepoesialetrab.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:category text="Arts"><itunes:category text="Literature"/></itunes:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>almadepoesialinks@gmail.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Água</title><link>http://almadepoesialetrab.blogspot.com/2007/11/gua.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:08:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014461389842256336.post-3984325986481923557</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;ÁGUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(André L. Soares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;De um lado, a natureza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;De outra banda, há o homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;– competência pra destruir –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Desanda a chorar a Terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Duras lágrimas, sem água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Põem-se a cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;É o planeta a pedir clemência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><author>almadepoesialinks@gmail.com (Alma de Poesia Parceiros)</author></item><item><title>Bailarinas</title><link>http://almadepoesialetrab.blogspot.com/2007/10/bailarinas.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 6 Oct 2007 21:54:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014461389842256336.post-3099619098008203746</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhFEY1sNGTACH1NTvfUodfx9VZjoW7EeodCJQDVcK_BxWksMpbateB8j1FbU_B_2W1qlgdqd3l2PAy8mhW4L9usdTYgP-NQLny2z69umv0AhN8va-LMZyRK8Zt2lfcdeZmiWC8CSMMecL/s1600-h/flodespquase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118392621179054082" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhFEY1sNGTACH1NTvfUodfx9VZjoW7EeodCJQDVcK_BxWksMpbateB8j1FbU_B_2W1qlgdqd3l2PAy8mhW4L9usdTYgP-NQLny2z69umv0AhN8va-LMZyRK8Zt2lfcdeZmiWC8CSMMecL/s320/flodespquase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pedro Piedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAILARINAS&lt;br /&gt;(Rita Costa)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;são como flores do campo,&lt;br /&gt;que vivem na intenção dos ventos...&lt;br /&gt;quase nunca sendo vistas.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sinto haver&lt;br /&gt;Buquês dessas em mim...&lt;br /&gt;há as que escapam nos gestos&lt;br /&gt;e as que anseiam, no silêncio,...&lt;br /&gt;a coreografia dos versos,&lt;br /&gt;sem jamais serem escritas.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhFEY1sNGTACH1NTvfUodfx9VZjoW7EeodCJQDVcK_BxWksMpbateB8j1FbU_B_2W1qlgdqd3l2PAy8mhW4L9usdTYgP-NQLny2z69umv0AhN8va-LMZyRK8Zt2lfcdeZmiWC8CSMMecL/s72-c/flodespquase.jpg" width="72"/><author>almadepoesialinks@gmail.com (Alma de Poesia Parceiros)</author></item></channel></rss>