<?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>PAPEL DE PAREDE</title><description>DANIEL AMARAL - POESIAS, DESENHOS, PINTURAS, PODCASTS,...</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sun, 6 Oct 2024 21:20:53 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</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://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><copyright>Some Rights Reserved</copyright><itunes:image href="http://damaral.vocepod.com/wp/wp-content/Uploads/iTunes-Image.jpg"/><itunes:keywords>Poesias,sentimental,amor,musica,voz,podcast,brasileiro,Daniel,Amaral,locutor,voice,music,musique,literature,poets,poetry,poemas,poems,sensitivity,feelings,love</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>DANIEL AMARAL - POESIAS: Neste mundo cada vez mais violento, onde a cada dia há mais desesperança, vale sempre muito a pena falar de amor. </itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>PAPEL DE PAREDE</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Arts"><itunes:category text="Literature"/></itunes:category><itunes:author>Daniel Amaral</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>Daniel Amaral</itunes:name></itunes:owner><item><title>ANTES QUE SE ACABE O MUNDO</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2013/03/antes-que-se-acabe-o-mundo.html</link><category>amor</category><category>arte</category><category>poemas</category><category>Poesia</category><category>sentimento</category><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 22:18:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-5691472680893845803</guid><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANTES QUE SE ACABE O MUNDO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero oferecer-te um bem precioso&lt;br /&gt;A estrela mais brilhante do firmamento!&lt;br /&gt;Assim fazer-te mais feliz num momento,&lt;br /&gt;Tocando a tua alma, num gesto caricioso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver brilhar o teu lindo rosto num sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Apertar-te a mão pequena, calorosa e macia&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a felicidade e abraçar-te sem aviso&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te o melhor do amor e da alegria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ofertar-te o bem mais valioso!&lt;br /&gt;Para que livre o teu âmago e repleto&lt;br /&gt;Da eterna e desejada paz de espírito,&lt;br /&gt;Tenhas o mais divino do amor completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inundar teu coração com este amor infindo&lt;br /&gt;Para que assim, ao despertarmos deste sonho&lt;br /&gt;Qual amantes numa eternidade prazerosa,&lt;br /&gt;Pudéssemos livres estar do esgar medonho&lt;br /&gt;Das vidas desperdiçadas sem sentido.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;©Daniel Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08-08-2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1tVam3BuwJJZYKE7ISrJZzb38awQCE56dNXyqFc57TZ9nDTjMv-NY6ZyjDdHErzC_hmXT-DPGyznIZAQOrRk0CYmNSuJi1iYt2bKm7dtDCOJCGfIQzLsMazr25bmbZfppT4dKNOcXGbI/s72-c/Sandra.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><georss:featurename xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">2715-311 Lisboa, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">38.7252993 -9.1500363999999763</georss:point><georss:box xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">38.6262223 -9.3113978999999762 38.824376300000004 -8.9886748999999764</georss:box><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>GRANDE AMOR</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2013/03/grande-amor.html</link><category>amor</category><category>arte.</category><category>poema</category><category>Poesia</category><category>sentimento</category><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 22:14:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-6297689296450469007</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRANDE AMOR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguma parte,&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguém chorando&lt;br /&gt;Por um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Que por temor de amar&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se embora&lt;br /&gt;pra não mais voltar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste sina, a deste amor&lt;br /&gt;Tão grande e sem valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;©Daniel Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-01-2013&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVZCfNnEzd5uRaHzMLxxxnm49UdY7n2KD9RvkKs_wgbVb0F6PLQqh6KK2bTKz4qAjdX8WE8CP_1Zr1hVPi0p_JN2bctmgem2KwRzi5BNggQy7JnsNkA-_IGmDMClxBajC2H-DX_mWDcj3/s72-c/A+Modigliani.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><georss:featurename xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">2715-311 Lisboa, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">38.7252993 -9.1500363999999763</georss:point><georss:box xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">38.6262223 -9.3113978999999762 38.824376300000004 -8.9886748999999764</georss:box><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>A POESIA ORVALHADA</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-poesia-orvalhada.html</link><category>autoria</category><category>poema</category><category>Poesia</category><category>sentimento</category><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 22:10:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-4908715897807403651</guid><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A POESIA ORVALHADA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana,&lt;br /&gt;Você foi a minha melhor companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Queria mais da tua presença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade tenho ainda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas do que me vale a vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Se na verdade tu me negastes um beijo?&lt;br /&gt;Que de tanto desejo, ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Busquei em teus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você chorou lágrimas doídas&lt;br /&gt;Como se o coração hesitasse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, meu amor, com olhos marejados&lt;br /&gt;Buscar a esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Vai, minha flor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou regar-te as pétalas&lt;br /&gt;Com o orvalho da manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Para te refrescar a saudade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;©Daniel Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-01-2013&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQFgk033xG8SlFOGdlmwxxwiVZKFqrMfa82KyymyjTAymLyp-j50AWq5qtBGA7mu07woDq3YmvVVHDbw5rKiZ2V7zFeijnxGCrY3hBx8FcErki_MUgXtPj5c3bk-atBC5mkU4Cwx5Y7cK/s72-c/O+Olhar+Triste+da+Moc%25CC%25A7a.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><georss:featurename xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">2715-311 Lisboa, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">38.7252993 -9.1500363999999763</georss:point><georss:box xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss">38.6262223 -9.3113978999999762 38.824376300000004 -8.9886748999999764</georss:box><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>Vitória, Espírito Santo, Brasil ~Um beijo de amor e de saudade!</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/vitoria-espirito-santo-brasil.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 05:56:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-5172099380085121884</guid><description>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/QC5lVppXdwg/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="555"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QC5lVppXdwg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QC5lVppXdwg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="355" width="555"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>LÁ VAI UM MENINO</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-vai-um-menino.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:47:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-5186345229276184900</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXpOtm7WpG040SVzx1KwBROIY5B0PGkNbwnk7yqCuc7DWs4oMFRX-4OG5lk1k-cnsHgJ4SJMbQ1smvf4vBQ3lSQSm9Pze3LEs_7cPHedsFHwjKk0WMw2-Hkov_Anw9YpGZBCT4aatFTsE/s1600/O-menino-do-caderno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXpOtm7WpG040SVzx1KwBROIY5B0PGkNbwnk7yqCuc7DWs4oMFRX-4OG5lk1k-cnsHgJ4SJMbQ1smvf4vBQ3lSQSm9Pze3LEs_7cPHedsFHwjKk0WMw2-Hkov_Anw9YpGZBCT4aatFTsE/s400/O-menino-do-caderno.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lá vai um menino&lt;br /&gt;
correndo atrás do vazio.&lt;br /&gt;
Lá  vai um menino,&lt;br /&gt;
que de tão pequenino&lt;br /&gt;
entre os carros que passam,&lt;br /&gt;
se  perde no tempo&lt;br /&gt;
de ser apenas menino...&lt;br /&gt;
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Lá vai um menino&lt;br /&gt;
Lá  vai um menino&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Esse menino,&lt;br /&gt;
que sonha sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;
só pede um  pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;
da luz que queria.&lt;br /&gt;
Ter a estrela pequenina,&lt;br /&gt;
quando a  noite vai fria.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pobre menino.&lt;br /&gt;
Invisível aos olhos&lt;br /&gt;
que vão  sonolentos,&lt;br /&gt;
da tristeza ensaiada,&lt;br /&gt;
da vida roubada,&lt;br /&gt;
dos sonhos  menino.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lá vai um menino&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Esse menino&lt;br /&gt;
vai pelas  calçadas,&lt;br /&gt;
com roupas rasgadas&lt;br /&gt;
e a alma em desatino.&lt;br /&gt;
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Volta  menino&lt;br /&gt;
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Volta menino&lt;br /&gt;
a ser pequenino.&lt;br /&gt;
Vive.&lt;br /&gt;
A vida te  dará um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
e, quando à noite chegar&lt;br /&gt;
e com tuas asas sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;
te  alcançará o paraíso...&lt;br /&gt;
e jamais terás que vagar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2007. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXpOtm7WpG040SVzx1KwBROIY5B0PGkNbwnk7yqCuc7DWs4oMFRX-4OG5lk1k-cnsHgJ4SJMbQ1smvf4vBQ3lSQSm9Pze3LEs_7cPHedsFHwjKk0WMw2-Hkov_Anw9YpGZBCT4aatFTsE/s72-c/O-menino-do-caderno.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>UM PIANO NA NOITE</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-piano-na-noite.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:44:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-2265946364816398504</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9g2pHRQDCalGoGdTs3TPH7Em0EEbLkgWh-xXzdrHiaqJsOqBspWMr7KPC3z2CVHvVPQMqzWff0GYXbds7EB67FFtbiXoPlC3CGvdU4PHvWEmmg6zQNatvjJX4SUmJVwCKgdwWUtLWptK/s1600/cores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9g2pHRQDCalGoGdTs3TPH7Em0EEbLkgWh-xXzdrHiaqJsOqBspWMr7KPC3z2CVHvVPQMqzWff0GYXbds7EB67FFtbiXoPlC3CGvdU4PHvWEmmg6zQNatvjJX4SUmJVwCKgdwWUtLWptK/s400/cores.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ouço ao longe um piano triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suas notas espaçadas&lt;br /&gt;
Me  chegam melancólicas&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto ressoam pelas escadas&lt;br /&gt;
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Escadas do  meu átrio vazio&lt;br /&gt;
Melodiosas, tristes notas&lt;br /&gt;
Dum piano distante,  indistinto&lt;br /&gt;
Sons de uma tristeza remota&lt;br /&gt;
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Como campos vazios em  mim&lt;br /&gt;
Preenchessem os sons distantes&lt;br /&gt;
Dum piano tocado por mãos  estranhas&lt;br /&gt;
Que me chega triste, rascante&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sons que não mentem,&lt;br /&gt;
Aos  meus ouvidos trazem lembranças&lt;br /&gt;
E de suas notas vêm-me visões do  passado&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto então alguma esperança&lt;br /&gt;
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Assim, me chegam  melodiosos&lt;br /&gt;
Distantes sons que inspiram&lt;br /&gt;
A saudade de tempos,  lugares&lt;br /&gt;
Que um dia os meus olhos viram&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;04/05/2007&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2007. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&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/AVvXsEgi9g2pHRQDCalGoGdTs3TPH7Em0EEbLkgWh-xXzdrHiaqJsOqBspWMr7KPC3z2CVHvVPQMqzWff0GYXbds7EB67FFtbiXoPlC3CGvdU4PHvWEmmg6zQNatvjJX4SUmJVwCKgdwWUtLWptK/s72-c/cores.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>LÁGRIMAS</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/lagrimas.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:40:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-4674812361233831976</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Daniel Amaral - Desenho ©2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os meus olhos marearam&lt;br /&gt;
Transbordando lágrimas  sentidas&lt;br /&gt;
A incompreensão do mundo&lt;br /&gt;
Em cada lágrima escorrida&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorei  um rio caudaloso&lt;br /&gt;
Pedindo aos céus um rasgo de luz&lt;br /&gt;
As lágrimas me  embotando a visão&lt;br /&gt;
Desta jóia rara que já não reluz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Triste e  feliz ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Caem-me os ombros à realidade doída&lt;br /&gt;
Traduzindo  a dor e o pão&lt;br /&gt;
O pão da vida, a dor da lida&lt;br /&gt;
Às batalhas de todo o  dia&lt;br /&gt;
Esperando dar sentido a vida&lt;br /&gt;
Abençoada e triste caminhada&lt;br /&gt;
Por  caminhos aborrecidos&lt;br /&gt;
E os meus olhos, ao contemplar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;
Não  reconhecem, nem são reconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;18/08/2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXDQbjAqMGF846L7xsJMkMGnWeDQ2Jn82nguOCYrmn6FN0xac3HypAaQYREXL58SrID0nWlcj0SMxweoq77q1H3d6OFy3yux0woJRxYH9yMasaM9oIReKb1rMX7CmBDaSDHPuHhu7MdyP/s72-c/Letras-Mortas.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>ESTRELA</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/estrela.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:35:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-3604308226857529732</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFgjrll3W-VWTtUjXsYQ5rbIzFsnKdVbht7NDDLMw-faPuRTAhoyrfL6d0tMB9opeYyl333MSEWzfA84AlY7wPvA82tRnOImAwShAc1PInDFsaEDbYFOWQJhmRjOgOKQJ9V814kzkhXHF/s1600/16_abr_imagens_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFgjrll3W-VWTtUjXsYQ5rbIzFsnKdVbht7NDDLMw-faPuRTAhoyrfL6d0tMB9opeYyl333MSEWzfA84AlY7wPvA82tRnOImAwShAc1PInDFsaEDbYFOWQJhmRjOgOKQJ9V814kzkhXHF/s320/16_abr_imagens_8.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Procurei-te por entre as estrelas mais brilhantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Juro-te  que já tinha perdido as esperanças&lt;br /&gt;
Pois pensava que te perdera num  instante...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas aí, de repente, eis que surges&lt;br /&gt;
Em todo o teu  esplendor...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não consegui resistir à tua formosura de estrela&lt;br /&gt;
E  passei a quedar-me embevecido com a tua beleza,&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, estrela pulsante  e bela!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
30/11/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2007. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&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/AVvXsEjCFgjrll3W-VWTtUjXsYQ5rbIzFsnKdVbht7NDDLMw-faPuRTAhoyrfL6d0tMB9opeYyl333MSEWzfA84AlY7wPvA82tRnOImAwShAc1PInDFsaEDbYFOWQJhmRjOgOKQJ9V814kzkhXHF/s72-c/16_abr_imagens_8.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>COM CARINHO</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/com-carinho.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-7957914679102327449</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILf313oHMSVrWP39VhpxSABakZY8U0IR9b_OD4UMnhtnNsnFy5Lv_qQp-BUF88DvV2eHiCGLTtSytEk4rRY_yImxGyS8du92Cl8y_WlcIf1mYapGyYWmmag1VuKJqwBfzSefL-xllVD7_/s1600/11-Picture+14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILf313oHMSVrWP39VhpxSABakZY8U0IR9b_OD4UMnhtnNsnFy5Lv_qQp-BUF88DvV2eHiCGLTtSytEk4rRY_yImxGyS8du92Cl8y_WlcIf1mYapGyYWmmag1VuKJqwBfzSefL-xllVD7_/s320/11-Picture+14.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É não ter os seus versos.&lt;br /&gt;
Alegria&lt;br /&gt;
É  poder lê-los...&lt;br /&gt;
Entre o triste&lt;br /&gt;
E o feliz,&lt;br /&gt;
Vou a buscar&lt;br /&gt;
O que  teus sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;
Fizeram brotar&lt;br /&gt;
Entre os caracóis dos teus cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;16/02/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILf313oHMSVrWP39VhpxSABakZY8U0IR9b_OD4UMnhtnNsnFy5Lv_qQp-BUF88DvV2eHiCGLTtSytEk4rRY_yImxGyS8du92Cl8y_WlcIf1mYapGyYWmmag1VuKJqwBfzSefL-xllVD7_/s72-c/11-Picture+14.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>AO LUAR</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/ao-luar.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:28:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-8067546707305972265</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGpI7YYuV73vx-jxXaHDF92nz7gDoabsCJV_iiUW_7wrM9W_Xv48OOFYt7CBHve7ZNIveRhL9RHTJsA0ebkmXCWyDmWNS9UUV1K1HiwqgjwCo3Nhqy2chMBaWY-80eMgrxTmxkNKy4X7l/s1600/12-Picture+20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGpI7YYuV73vx-jxXaHDF92nz7gDoabsCJV_iiUW_7wrM9W_Xv48OOFYt7CBHve7ZNIveRhL9RHTJsA0ebkmXCWyDmWNS9UUV1K1HiwqgjwCo3Nhqy2chMBaWY-80eMgrxTmxkNKy4X7l/s400/12-Picture+20.png" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Numa noite clara de Abril que nascia ainda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vi o  teu rosto esculpido na branca face nua&lt;br /&gt;
Lá estavam os teus belos olhos  brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;
Nos lampejos etéreos e pujantes da lua&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Refletida  por todo o "Mar da Tranqüilidade"&lt;br /&gt;
À noite que se abria ao cantar dos  mornos ventos,&lt;br /&gt;
Retirando-me do coração tristezas e tormentos,&lt;br /&gt;
Me  vinha a tua presença em alento e verdade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto eu caminhava  pelos ermos da noite&lt;br /&gt;
Via o teu olhar por cada canto da solitária rua&lt;br /&gt;
Em  todo o luar a tua presença era um açoite&lt;br /&gt;
A lanhar-me o dorso com o  brilho morno da lua&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Os meus passos ecoam distante o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto  fito os teus olhos brilhantes e belos&lt;br /&gt;
Olho-te nos frêmitos da lua,  em ternos anelos,&lt;br /&gt;
Para matar a saudade que impiedosa me consome&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sob  o brilho límpido e sobranceiro da deusa,&lt;br /&gt;
As flores notívagas  exalaram o teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;
No instante claro em que a tua face era tudo,&lt;br /&gt;
Teu  nome parecia ecoar pelo mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vejo-te na lua que  resplandece sem pejo&lt;br /&gt;
Ora tímida, ora fogo, em labareda transluzida&lt;br /&gt;
Na  sinuosa noite vêm-me intenso o desejo&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto vou pelas ruas da  noite perdida&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda que me faltem as noites de luar&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda que  me falte na vida passante&lt;br /&gt;
Espero, mesmo assim, para sempre te amar&lt;br /&gt;
E  tocar tua mão e beijar-te o semblante,&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo que estejas, num mágico  instante,&lt;br /&gt;
Refletida num astro ermo e errante&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel  Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
24/02/200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&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/AVvXsEiNGpI7YYuV73vx-jxXaHDF92nz7gDoabsCJV_iiUW_7wrM9W_Xv48OOFYt7CBHve7ZNIveRhL9RHTJsA0ebkmXCWyDmWNS9UUV1K1HiwqgjwCo3Nhqy2chMBaWY-80eMgrxTmxkNKy4X7l/s72-c/12-Picture+20.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>FLOR DO DIA</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/flor-do-dia.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:24:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-8737034864683184634</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFu7TXRL8O07tRSz4vSM8eaNBLyl4KZOfKxQXsV-PD21Ug0clj85cTfhoe9MV9i5OFbbUT0J6yZpuJXkZVU4tdDKnxZgBpNvwleefJkrnWuqRO2UJ6Tpi1MNM6N7v6vKUNNXjRliX2GZ-/s1600/Picture+15.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFu7TXRL8O07tRSz4vSM8eaNBLyl4KZOfKxQXsV-PD21Ug0clj85cTfhoe9MV9i5OFbbUT0J6yZpuJXkZVU4tdDKnxZgBpNvwleefJkrnWuqRO2UJ6Tpi1MNM6N7v6vKUNNXjRliX2GZ-/s400/Picture+15.png" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A flor que te deseja o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ofereço-te como  uma dádiva predita.&lt;br /&gt;
Nos cabelos ponho-te uma pétala infinita&lt;br /&gt;
E a  te cobrir os cílios, um lampejo de emoção.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Essa flor contida,  caprichosa, prestativa,&lt;br /&gt;
Vem salvar-me dos horrores imponderáveis&lt;br /&gt;
Da  solidão do teu corpo que me ofereces em abrigo&lt;br /&gt;
Às minhas mãos em  estertores miseráveis&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas, vem de mim essa rosa que cativas&lt;br /&gt;
Habita  os nefastos desertos do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
E tu repousas a cabeça no meu  leito,&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto voam de mim pétalas furtivas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se não te  ofereço mais rosas cativantes&lt;br /&gt;
É porque sou ermo e desolado coração...&lt;br /&gt;
Já  não brotam dos meus pés na viagem angustiante&lt;br /&gt;
Os desejos que pensava  ter guardados num salão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Onde hoje tremula uma cortina negra e  maldita&lt;br /&gt;
Que dá ao jardim onde as ervas predominam&lt;br /&gt;
E os lírios que  imaginei, há muito de mim fugiram&lt;br /&gt;
Sem a água salvadora do rio que em  ti habita&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
15-03-2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&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/AVvXsEhzFu7TXRL8O07tRSz4vSM8eaNBLyl4KZOfKxQXsV-PD21Ug0clj85cTfhoe9MV9i5OFbbUT0J6yZpuJXkZVU4tdDKnxZgBpNvwleefJkrnWuqRO2UJ6Tpi1MNM6N7v6vKUNNXjRliX2GZ-/s72-c/Picture+15.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>CANTO AO OLHAR DA MOÇA RISONHA</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/canto-ao-olhar-da-moca-risonha.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:17:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-3797906099302536206</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8jOqL-4Z1gKPtBk7MPHobmenHGVMTptY1NwsPL_ZGZ71VKowmBY8abQuZojl7rwDzpg5jncxIah_HHxNx27J8mY1YObJGr9w6j3jl0a6AY2tTUg8HkUKZvbno1kT0Icp5jIa_Gq7nZAd/s1600/Lola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8jOqL-4Z1gKPtBk7MPHobmenHGVMTptY1NwsPL_ZGZ71VKowmBY8abQuZojl7rwDzpg5jncxIah_HHxNx27J8mY1YObJGr9w6j3jl0a6AY2tTUg8HkUKZvbno1kT0Icp5jIa_Gq7nZAd/s400/Lola.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um átimo do brilho&lt;br /&gt;
Dos teus olhos desejo.&lt;br /&gt;
Que  me venha este sol&lt;br /&gt;
A matar-me com um beijo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um átimo do teu  brilho&lt;br /&gt;
Tu somente - em meu cantar...&lt;br /&gt;
A tua figura no espelho&lt;br /&gt;
E o  som das ondas do mar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um átimo do brilho&lt;br /&gt;
Dos teus olhos  persigo.&lt;br /&gt;
Que me venha este amor&lt;br /&gt;
No mais completo langor.&lt;br /&gt;
E que  com brisa suave&lt;br /&gt;
Dos teus cabelos desbrave&lt;br /&gt;
Este meu sonho de  amador.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Daniel Amaral&lt;br /&gt;
24/10/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8jOqL-4Z1gKPtBk7MPHobmenHGVMTptY1NwsPL_ZGZ71VKowmBY8abQuZojl7rwDzpg5jncxIah_HHxNx27J8mY1YObJGr9w6j3jl0a6AY2tTUg8HkUKZvbno1kT0Icp5jIa_Gq7nZAd/s72-c/Lola.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>A PARTIDA</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/partida.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:14:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-4903179738797975221</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJ-CJs1IMerCvxNIb5ES3jOARmBff4jiU8cLKMqrcWOfNX8ps1fPQTUnN5taWxOvx0cX5zyq-EhXK9tqhZ-V9SuFNSZJBTZNxdt08qIB9oHCQvJZizAahXphodjOvVHiKgy-nXtiID707/s1600/Anabella2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJ-CJs1IMerCvxNIb5ES3jOARmBff4jiU8cLKMqrcWOfNX8ps1fPQTUnN5taWxOvx0cX5zyq-EhXK9tqhZ-V9SuFNSZJBTZNxdt08qIB9oHCQvJZizAahXphodjOvVHiKgy-nXtiID707/s400/Anabella2.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Neve fria era o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando dizias que ias  partir&lt;br /&gt;
Tua vontade parecia tanta...&lt;br /&gt;
Soava-me como um bradar de  ondas&lt;br /&gt;
Nas íngremes encostas do meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desconhecias os  presentes estrelados,&lt;br /&gt;
Negavas as pérolas que guardei para ti...&lt;br /&gt;
As  noites insones pedindo um horizonte de luz&lt;br /&gt;
Onde se realizassem todas  as vontades&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E, nesta sonata de desejos,&lt;br /&gt;
Vi entre as névoas do  sobrolho&lt;br /&gt;
Que te foste de mim...&lt;br /&gt;
E olhastes para trás...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas  uma triste lembrança ficou:&lt;br /&gt;
A visão dos teus olhos reticentes,&lt;br /&gt;
Onde  uma lágrima hesitou... e caiu&lt;br /&gt;
Serpenteando as maçãs do teu rosto..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel  Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
28/05/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/AVvXsEgyJ-CJs1IMerCvxNIb5ES3jOARmBff4jiU8cLKMqrcWOfNX8ps1fPQTUnN5taWxOvx0cX5zyq-EhXK9tqhZ-V9SuFNSZJBTZNxdt08qIB9oHCQvJZizAahXphodjOvVHiKgy-nXtiID707/s72-c/Anabella2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>A POESIA</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/poesia.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:05:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-3179807441377429995</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbNPEB7EiK7sICNeaKPeW1b4_YkudASOyw9NyQvIqkPTphkSlLYilOMlUjI6x9TNDKBIvUWINuLaCrnlsjPP6G_Gxa4B4Svn3HHj3IKu_7gTXqf_8gbStiR-pKHmwjViVBa_prSFLFC1P/s1600/Quimera2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbNPEB7EiK7sICNeaKPeW1b4_YkudASOyw9NyQvIqkPTphkSlLYilOMlUjI6x9TNDKBIvUWINuLaCrnlsjPP6G_Gxa4B4Svn3HHj3IKu_7gTXqf_8gbStiR-pKHmwjViVBa_prSFLFC1P/s400/Quimera2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A poesia está em alta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Todos falam dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Todos a  querem cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, minh'alma triste por ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Flutua, querendo  chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Por campos à fora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sem o teu &amp;nbsp;perfume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sem os  teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;De um verde profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vão os meus ais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A um longínquo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;E  imaginário mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A poesia de que tantos falam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não é minha  nem sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A poesia é da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Que toda nua passeia a cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma  canção de versos de luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma melodia que nos seduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Com o coro das  vozes do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;01/08/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbNPEB7EiK7sICNeaKPeW1b4_YkudASOyw9NyQvIqkPTphkSlLYilOMlUjI6x9TNDKBIvUWINuLaCrnlsjPP6G_Gxa4B4Svn3HHj3IKu_7gTXqf_8gbStiR-pKHmwjViVBa_prSFLFC1P/s72-c/Quimera2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>LETRAS MORTAS</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/letras-mortas.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:03:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-2709194896384524669</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJY9uWesS7MqtU3AOXle8FIyrZB8kxWHJKQ9foiPkhkwDIPO_vXDhIPfVv9PPX_aZmjZCGHGMGoryQH17-f3bBhPJZYFKwZW0HCnBHt_kkLX1O_YGIG1dl8r_0LYuMB_3vfUNllX_T0Wbx/s1600/CENTAURO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJY9uWesS7MqtU3AOXle8FIyrZB8kxWHJKQ9foiPkhkwDIPO_vXDhIPfVv9PPX_aZmjZCGHGMGoryQH17-f3bBhPJZYFKwZW0HCnBHt_kkLX1O_YGIG1dl8r_0LYuMB_3vfUNllX_T0Wbx/s400/CENTAURO.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Para onde vou neste momento vazio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em que direção  volto os meus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;
As incertezas que vêm de mim mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;
Surgem  das sombras do tempo. Sorrateiras.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tento mascara-las. Esconde-las&lt;br /&gt;
Sob  o pano insofismável da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas aí, caem-me as cortinas da  vida&lt;br /&gt;
Fecha-se o livro de minha história&lt;br /&gt;
Caio do casulo da memória&lt;br /&gt;
Sob  o vazio do esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lá, onde estão escondidos&lt;br /&gt;
Os meus  idos, que impiedosos, desditos&lt;br /&gt;
Ceifaram de mim o meu vulto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel  Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
25/04/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/AVvXsEhJY9uWesS7MqtU3AOXle8FIyrZB8kxWHJKQ9foiPkhkwDIPO_vXDhIPfVv9PPX_aZmjZCGHGMGoryQH17-f3bBhPJZYFKwZW0HCnBHt_kkLX1O_YGIG1dl8r_0LYuMB_3vfUNllX_T0Wbx/s72-c/CENTAURO.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>SOU POETA</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-poeta.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 20:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-8776490574938914764</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJi2usrPcSU/SlFrlJBF6MI/AAAAAAAABR8/DyE8-Ah8-5c/s1600/A%20Prainha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJi2usrPcSU/SlFrlJBF6MI/AAAAAAAABR8/DyE8-Ah8-5c/s400/A%20Prainha.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sou alguém que acredita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que ousa sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;
Desejar  que a vida&lt;br /&gt;
Traga, além do luar,&lt;br /&gt;
A verdade risonha,&lt;br /&gt;
A  felicidade querida.&lt;br /&gt;
Não a mentira medonha&lt;br /&gt;
Que a todos afronta.&lt;br /&gt;
Não  a incompreensão&lt;br /&gt;
Que ao passado remonta.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas, aos sorrisos fartos&lt;br /&gt;
Abertos  e felizes&lt;br /&gt;
De todas as cores e matizes&lt;br /&gt;
Inesperadas, soberbas e  lindas.&lt;br /&gt;
Tão lindas&lt;br /&gt;
Que nos façam&lt;br /&gt;
Chorar de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;
E cantar  a harmonia&lt;br /&gt;
De poder amar&lt;br /&gt;
Sem medo da ousadia.&lt;br /&gt;
Sou um poeta&lt;br /&gt;
Desgarrado  e aturdido,&lt;br /&gt;
Neste mundo perdido,&lt;br /&gt;
Em busca da estrela tardia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel  Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
30/08/2009&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oJi2usrPcSU/SlFrlJBF6MI/AAAAAAAABR8/DyE8-Ah8-5c/s72-c/A%20Prainha.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>ENTERNECER</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/enternecer.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 19:56:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-706921540350372571</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7YVOkPOTEoVF17g6bkYv8CiGpjqQzAEoSyP_zkKbxVGe8bkLInjEhtKGV6CML1wqf-rW0ezMHyot4Kiu-lSJbgGs_GnEkQhM7Xwembft2G2VG9YerjEK7oAJjcSRhB9JV3eSHwZrZfM/s1600/woman-body-picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7YVOkPOTEoVF17g6bkYv8CiGpjqQzAEoSyP_zkKbxVGe8bkLInjEhtKGV6CML1wqf-rW0ezMHyot4Kiu-lSJbgGs_GnEkQhM7Xwembft2G2VG9YerjEK7oAJjcSRhB9JV3eSHwZrZfM/s400/woman-body-picture.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sofras mais nas tristes passagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não deixe  pedras a marcar o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="boxtexto" id="blkTexto"&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre pensando na volta, presa do medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;De  abrir as asas e voar para fora do ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vês no horizonte à tua  frente as miragens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Alcança-as e colhei delas as flores nas ramagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Indaga-lhes  das novidades, do que te é mais caro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O que decerto e  verdadeiramente te contagia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Estas existirão sempre, se  caminhas e procuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não virão das noites lacrimosas, fugidias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde  grassam, amiúde, degenerescências obscuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nem do deserto, que vive  de lembranças tardias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas sim da beleza das tardes a enternecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Que  se vão, dando lugar ao salpicar de diamantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde antes brilhava um  sol de raios aquiescentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Que sempre promete te visitar no outro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nascendo  do breu onde pungiram estrelas cadentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Acredita que és capaz  de mudar a tua sina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Desfaz-te desta tua imagem distorcida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Busca  sem medo aquela fonte cristalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;De onde jorra o néctar que te  alimenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Te levanta, te apruma, que te dá vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel  Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
20/09/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="boxtexto" id="blkTexto" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os  direitos reservados.&amp;nbsp; Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir,  executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a  devida permissão do autor.&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/AVvXsEhM7YVOkPOTEoVF17g6bkYv8CiGpjqQzAEoSyP_zkKbxVGe8bkLInjEhtKGV6CML1wqf-rW0ezMHyot4Kiu-lSJbgGs_GnEkQhM7Xwembft2G2VG9YerjEK7oAJjcSRhB9JV3eSHwZrZfM/s72-c/woman-body-picture.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>A ANA MARIA AVELINO</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/ana-maria-avelino.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 19:49:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-4746103433034134251</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/autores/damaral" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="71" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4uUOKyYE95L64sF4s0FqgBpR9Kt86erhUE-6PObIFFCsdyQvU9LKxsbKKSI3ufAaCHwUPVCFvcl62TKv9j3NVCn4z6VUdgZJzr-6VyeAVnQ8o3RAYVAiyrwQU7V2m_BS9y50Xaj7hso/s320/Picture%2041.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_891565056"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_891565057"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ana Maria,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Menina, mulher, guerreira,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cantando  aos campos versos de luz.&lt;br /&gt;
Que força é essa que te conduz?&lt;br /&gt;
Este teu  brilho de onde vem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Virá, decerto - este candente brilho,&lt;br /&gt;
Ó,  guerreira de tez ofuscante,&lt;br /&gt;
Que do meu coração a dor traduz...&lt;br /&gt;
Destes  teus olhos de diamante!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;06/10/2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor.&lt;/span&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/AVvXsEiC4uUOKyYE95L64sF4s0FqgBpR9Kt86erhUE-6PObIFFCsdyQvU9LKxsbKKSI3ufAaCHwUPVCFvcl62TKv9j3NVCn4z6VUdgZJzr-6VyeAVnQ8o3RAYVAiyrwQU7V2m_BS9y50Xaj7hso/s72-c/Picture%2041.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>A POESIA ENEVOADA</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/poesia-enevoada.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 19:36:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-6438027543803040409</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GorGxrShKq51dcqR1vMM7fbGvkHeiHAyfFVTs33ZcMcrKO_BpOza9QWbY5BBmbDhFX-Jd054qN8-EJinpxkOVDCkvRECYABoLHT4Y7Q1vMCh3ACy9jLj2gCP3Nzte-weI-jA8nwe6Xo/s1600/La-mer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1GorGxrShKq51dcqR1vMM7fbGvkHeiHAyfFVTs33ZcMcrKO_BpOza9QWbY5BBmbDhFX-Jd054qN8-EJinpxkOVDCkvRECYABoLHT4Y7Q1vMCh3ACy9jLj2gCP3Nzte-weI-jA8nwe6Xo/s400/La-mer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A POESIA ENEVOADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O mar revoltoso me encantava o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Incitava-me  a buscar sem devaneios,&lt;br /&gt;
Com os olhos carregados de esperança&lt;br /&gt;
A  procurar na emoção do amor, os teus enleios...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Entre a cerração  que ofuscava-me a procura&lt;br /&gt;
Buscava, ao som do mar em fúria de chuva e  maresia,&lt;br /&gt;
Alguma marca dos teus passos pela branca areia&lt;br /&gt;
Donde as  frenéticas ondas apagaram-te a travessia...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Caminhei assim por  dias e tardes enevoadas&lt;br /&gt;
Sob nuvens enegrecidas, tormentosas de  presságios&lt;br /&gt;
Onde aves negras voavam apressadas, aguerridas&lt;br /&gt;
A cortar  o vento e a cantar à minha incansável busca&lt;br /&gt;
Num cantar lúgubre e  pesaroso, como num adágio&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Caí por terra a prantear a procura  tanta&lt;br /&gt;
Que parecia fadada ao desencanto, infortúnio&lt;br /&gt;
Quando, por  entre a bruma enevoada,&lt;br /&gt;
Por entre raios e trovoadas, num instante&lt;br /&gt;
Ao  longe, sob um arco-íris desfraldado,&lt;br /&gt;
Trêmula e encharcada, tu também  me buscava&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A Poesia Enevoada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;(Daniel Amaral)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
15/10/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/AVvXsEi1GorGxrShKq51dcqR1vMM7fbGvkHeiHAyfFVTs33ZcMcrKO_BpOza9QWbY5BBmbDhFX-Jd054qN8-EJinpxkOVDCkvRECYABoLHT4Y7Q1vMCh3ACy9jLj2gCP3Nzte-weI-jA8nwe6Xo/s72-c/La-mer.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>SE O TEMPO PARASSE</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/se-o-tempo-parasse.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 19:32:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-6742777878222494159</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9cYu6MjPXcM2BNwv01SPFNvM9zdnHQXPS4YqZv1JM11sX9YzEKT5aZxj3-5P99kNoZfPuw9fX_StFMNd05coDVXX8KstJ8CBNkkPdaQEJFMpAQQp_OzX4NkCp-zm2yDTVh44RxJyAOuh/s1600/Um%20rosto%20no%20tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9cYu6MjPXcM2BNwv01SPFNvM9zdnHQXPS4YqZv1JM11sX9YzEKT5aZxj3-5P99kNoZfPuw9fX_StFMNd05coDVXX8KstJ8CBNkkPdaQEJFMpAQQp_OzX4NkCp-zm2yDTVh44RxJyAOuh/s400/Um%20rosto%20no%20tempo.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ah. Se o tempo parasse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e o vento soprasse&lt;br /&gt;
nos  ouvidos da gente,&lt;br /&gt;
n'alguma insólita catarse,&lt;br /&gt;
uma frase  qualquer...benfazeja,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que nos despertasse uma voz&lt;br /&gt;
que em  clamor sussurrasse&lt;br /&gt;
aos ouvidos uma melodia cantasse&lt;br /&gt;
e num rumor a  visão despertasse&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deste tempo futuro tão atroz&lt;br /&gt;
fizesse cair a  barreira&lt;br /&gt;
que se impõe brutal, derradeira&lt;br /&gt;
nos cortando em lamento a  voz.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah. Se o tempo parasse...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
03/01/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor. &lt;/span&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/AVvXsEjO9cYu6MjPXcM2BNwv01SPFNvM9zdnHQXPS4YqZv1JM11sX9YzEKT5aZxj3-5P99kNoZfPuw9fX_StFMNd05coDVXX8KstJ8CBNkkPdaQEJFMpAQQp_OzX4NkCp-zm2yDTVh44RxJyAOuh/s72-c/Um%20rosto%20no%20tempo.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>FLOR DO CAMPO</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/flor-do-campo.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 19:28:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-6145049579216949102</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BJM8qzaGwrO8d6W1ZQAmqQB9oXXyEbZKGclQbN-l9L2JApdHiEfEC5ngglsHdh3pGNoS3w1XLHyLha76AJQZnOTqSEf9dZDu-gcZhlfzaRR9HhPAHeiSs1G9NeaHipIUi9D1CcZ9m2EW/s1600/Flor-do-dia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BJM8qzaGwrO8d6W1ZQAmqQB9oXXyEbZKGclQbN-l9L2JApdHiEfEC5ngglsHdh3pGNoS3w1XLHyLha76AJQZnOTqSEf9dZDu-gcZhlfzaRR9HhPAHeiSs1G9NeaHipIUi9D1CcZ9m2EW/s400/Flor-do-dia.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="boxtexto" id="blkTexto"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde estás, flor de rara beleza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ninfa de tons  virginais que cativas,&lt;br /&gt;
Por que escondes de mim tuas pétalas?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh!  Não leves de mim tua singeleza...&lt;br /&gt;
Odorífera corola de vivas cores...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Busco-te  pelo jardim florido&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não vejo os teus ramos...&lt;br /&gt;
Espio por entre  os rocios&lt;br /&gt;
Na relva calma dos campos&lt;br /&gt;
Buscando-te com um leve  fastio,&lt;br /&gt;
Com olhos desesperançados&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas mesmo assim, entretanto&lt;br /&gt;
Guardo  de ti o perfume a quietude&lt;br /&gt;
Que traz a lembrança de alegria, o pranto&lt;br /&gt;
Num  lindo momento de paz e virtude&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me aquece a certeza de que terei,&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo  na busca que tarda, dolorosa,&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo nas teias das vicissitudes,...&lt;br /&gt;
Virá  até mim sorridente o momento&lt;br /&gt;
Em que te encontrarei linda, airosa&lt;br /&gt;
Minha  flor do campo, jóia rara&lt;br /&gt;
Viverás sempre em mim... gloriosa!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel  Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10/05/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Onde estás, flor de rara beleza?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="boxtexto" id="blkTexto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir, executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a devida permissão do autor.&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/AVvXsEi8BJM8qzaGwrO8d6W1ZQAmqQB9oXXyEbZKGclQbN-l9L2JApdHiEfEC5ngglsHdh3pGNoS3w1XLHyLha76AJQZnOTqSEf9dZDu-gcZhlfzaRR9HhPAHeiSs1G9NeaHipIUi9D1CcZ9m2EW/s72-c/Flor-do-dia.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>NÃO CHORES MAIS</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-chores-mais.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 19:22:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-1619595473340923005</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76oALFjcuq-ZYSoPlkl41R5lf0RfX2jN0G4-ocadEshc8A7AsLGzmelI13uFqKcjTKaldAyqKV_OcGsEKE1xIxTIHNJOOCDr46ZDSsVpQkjuWQH8XRMAs1OGzscXa7tyidvfG2A0LEDax/s1600/Bryce4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76oALFjcuq-ZYSoPlkl41R5lf0RfX2jN0G4-ocadEshc8A7AsLGzmelI13uFqKcjTKaldAyqKV_OcGsEKE1xIxTIHNJOOCDr46ZDSsVpQkjuWQH8XRMAs1OGzscXa7tyidvfG2A0LEDax/s400/Bryce4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="boxtexto" id="blkTexto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não te deixes inundar  de tristeza tanta.&lt;br /&gt;
Busque antes a beleza do sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
Que de festas  te contagia e encanta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Olha à tua volta, que existência fecunda!&lt;br /&gt;
Vês  quantas alegrias te dá graciosa a vida...&lt;br /&gt;
Não temas a noite, que nos  enche de presságios&lt;br /&gt;
E os nossos sonhos de temores inunda...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Procura  em teu seio a fartura querida&lt;br /&gt;
Que, do teu lado a insuspeita vontade&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre  te alcançará, enquanto não desistires&lt;br /&gt;
Da tua chama sequiosa e  repleta de vida.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
És tu o sol interior de tua vivência,&lt;br /&gt;
A tua  chama alta linda e flamejante,&lt;br /&gt;
Com a qual te brindou a existência&lt;br /&gt;
Para  completares sem medos a tua senda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
28/12/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright © 2009. Todos os  direitos reservados. Você não pode copiar, exibir, distribuir,  executar, criar obras derivadas nem fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a  devida permissão do autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blklicencatexto"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76oALFjcuq-ZYSoPlkl41R5lf0RfX2jN0G4-ocadEshc8A7AsLGzmelI13uFqKcjTKaldAyqKV_OcGsEKE1xIxTIHNJOOCDr46ZDSsVpQkjuWQH8XRMAs1OGzscXa7tyidvfG2A0LEDax/s72-c/Bryce4.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>TRISTESSE</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/tristesse.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 19:18:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-4424260204649063463</guid><description>&lt;div class="boxtexto" id="blkTexto"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07xtKNsiZdbRIWQ9vHUE5s5cunLd_7gumk5_TJESfBVK4WHuVU1ekuyGPRMeCnkQVsuAnLe3WXQU26kok4bN9XlF55PoXSItx8kwTW1RBHYPzQ53PnRHXTZt6-GzkzuGmE6QtOP4tJz1w/s1600/Mulher%20deitada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07xtKNsiZdbRIWQ9vHUE5s5cunLd_7gumk5_TJESfBVK4WHuVU1ekuyGPRMeCnkQVsuAnLe3WXQU26kok4bN9XlF55PoXSItx8kwTW1RBHYPzQ53PnRHXTZt6-GzkzuGmE6QtOP4tJz1w/s400/Mulher%20deitada.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje quando te vi triste, chorei.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu que te achava  completa. Muralha&lt;br /&gt;
Impassível às ondas deste oceano vida,&lt;br /&gt;
Te vi  então sofrida e aturdido aos céus implorei:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que uma luz te  conduza de volta a alegria.&lt;br /&gt;
Alegria que em ti eu sempre avistei.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que  aos teus olhos, de brilhante magia,&lt;br /&gt;
Cuja beleza sempre celebrei,&lt;br /&gt;
Volte  o brilho sereno deste azul céu&lt;br /&gt;
Que é seu... Todo o resto é  nostalgia...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não sofras mais, poetisa, não chores...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daniel  Amaral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
21/01/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright © 2010. Todos os  direitos reservados. Você não  pode copiar, exibir, distribuir,  executar, criar obras derivadas nem  fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a  devida permissão do autor.&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/AVvXsEi07xtKNsiZdbRIWQ9vHUE5s5cunLd_7gumk5_TJESfBVK4WHuVU1ekuyGPRMeCnkQVsuAnLe3WXQU26kok4bN9XlF55PoXSItx8kwTW1RBHYPzQ53PnRHXTZt6-GzkzuGmE6QtOP4tJz1w/s72-c/Mulher%20deitada.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>AS MULHERES</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-mulheres.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 19:11:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-1527102316996546847</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxghZBZe-UMov2fOhAOEgo7CsSKu6soXATauW4HO588Vadjhm_6S8p_loGhMin66ZmEhUQvQnmSdnIZvRovvWVQPpwToLEdlUmaZYuI0MHlwe-uYwYIamQE7TpkW2vmgFqqUinJBKKXa1K/s1600/portraits_97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxghZBZe-UMov2fOhAOEgo7CsSKu6soXATauW4HO588Vadjhm_6S8p_loGhMin66ZmEhUQvQnmSdnIZvRovvWVQPpwToLEdlUmaZYuI0MHlwe-uYwYIamQE7TpkW2vmgFqqUinJBKKXa1K/s400/portraits_97.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tex" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah... As Mulheres!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agradeçamos aos céus com  gratidão...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abençoadas sejam todas as mulheres!&lt;br /&gt;
Bem  aventuradas! &amp;nbsp;Amadas sejam elas,&lt;br /&gt;
Mães da vida &amp;nbsp;e do amor  incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Verdadeiras mulheres, divina criação...&lt;br /&gt;
Perseverem,  permaneçam mulheres,&lt;br /&gt;
Nossas mães, nossas filhas, nossas fêmeas&lt;br /&gt;
A  preencher-nos de ternura o coração.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Daniel Amaral&lt;br /&gt;
28/02/2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright © 2010. Todos os  direitos reservados. Você não  pode copiar, exibir, distribuir,  executar, criar obras derivadas nem  fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a  devida permissão do autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxghZBZe-UMov2fOhAOEgo7CsSKu6soXATauW4HO588Vadjhm_6S8p_loGhMin66ZmEhUQvQnmSdnIZvRovvWVQPpwToLEdlUmaZYuI0MHlwe-uYwYIamQE7TpkW2vmgFqqUinJBKKXa1K/s72-c/portraits_97.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item><item><title>PASSAGEM</title><link>http://bichodefruta.blogspot.com/2010/05/passagem.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 18:44:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263509510643240082.post-1362256741604367686</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxk9ayVwIsMbrmvkrgFgIQInEwLIZ0H9Bcm67QgJEwtuUgOknU4ojKCbNqOgMkaCSO5Cq8bAHR0BdheOHSBRrP9PfsbZnoigoX1lPJPfIGjlusWUCPYU5ouyik9RhT15u4GealEJyy-Llp/s1600/Letras-Mortas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxk9ayVwIsMbrmvkrgFgIQInEwLIZ0H9Bcm67QgJEwtuUgOknU4ojKCbNqOgMkaCSO5Cq8bAHR0BdheOHSBRrP9PfsbZnoigoX1lPJPfIGjlusWUCPYU5ouyik9RhT15u4GealEJyy-Llp/s400/Letras-Mortas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No dia em que eu morri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Soprava um vento danado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O frio fazia-me prostrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A compungir-me o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Que cansado de tanta tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Caído sob os pés da vileza -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Retrato da vida incerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Que matou a emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nostalgia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Na noite tardia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Passei-me... morri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mergulhei no vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Do asceta simplório,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vi o tempo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;De viver sempre aturdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No despropósito inglório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, me passei desapercebido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Me esfumei consumido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lá fora só a noite se condoía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Em sons de lamúrias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sofridos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Daniel Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;11/05/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Copyright © 2010. Todos os  direitos reservados. Você não  pode copiar, exibir, distribuir,  executar, criar obras derivadas nem  fazer uso comercial desta obra sem a  devida permissão do autor.&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxk9ayVwIsMbrmvkrgFgIQInEwLIZ0H9Bcm67QgJEwtuUgOknU4ojKCbNqOgMkaCSO5Cq8bAHR0BdheOHSBRrP9PfsbZnoigoX1lPJPfIGjlusWUCPYU5ouyik9RhT15u4GealEJyy-Llp/s72-c/Letras-Mortas.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>danieldecandeias@hotmail.com (Daniel Amaral)</author></item></channel></rss>