<?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>Gritos Verticais - Educação e Ética</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gritos Verticais Parceiros)</managingEditor><pubDate>Wed, 28 Aug 2024 22:10:36 -0700</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://gritosverticaisletraa.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>gritosverticaisparceiros@gmail.com/</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Anjos</title><link>http://gritosverticaisletraa.blogspot.com/2007/11/anjos.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 10:37:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281522345251563259.post-1410386338060140628</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;;" &gt;ANJOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;(André L. Soares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Guerra no Céu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Na Terra, ao léu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Crianças padecem abandonadas,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Multidão de anjos caídos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Nas calçadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.</description><author>gritosverticaisparceiros@gmail.com/ (Gritos Verticais Parceiros)</author></item><item><title>Alice</title><link>http://gritosverticaisletraa.blogspot.com/2007/10/equilbrio.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 1 Oct 2007 09:12:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5281522345251563259.post-2294184255481786859</guid><description>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUanzJuudCazWLw-7o2EZ0V_LHWIMXRGsYkXNwyah-vh6cBU8hhv1pwVszYszavogzdCkMt0mr1zjsRYjSSnmCFG5QSv8LIaZlbg0VdMqDB9EtsHp3hblYRUx01hAdLmY__clGCYiE4F0/s1600-h/Aspen+Glow+-+Gary+Max+Collins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116426993870615890" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUanzJuudCazWLw-7o2EZ0V_LHWIMXRGsYkXNwyah-vh6cBU8hhv1pwVszYszavogzdCkMt0mr1zjsRYjSSnmCFG5QSv8LIaZlbg0VdMqDB9EtsHp3hblYRUx01hAdLmY__clGCYiE4F0/s320/Aspen+Glow+-+Gary+Max+Collins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Aspen Glow – Gary Max Collins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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;ALICE&lt;br /&gt;(André L. Soares)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Alice, embebida de pureza,&lt;br /&gt;há poucas horas, chegara ao planeta,&lt;br /&gt;ainda estava imune à maldade,&lt;br /&gt;quando as notícias velozes&lt;br /&gt;rasgaram-lhe as têmporas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas verdes vertendo das retinas,&lt;br /&gt;pontas de dor aguda a lhe fisgar o peito,&lt;br /&gt;grito de clave de sol, preso à garganta,&lt;br /&gt;ela então, vê a santa desnuda&lt;br /&gt;sob a luz fria do cotidiano,...&lt;br /&gt;momento em que o belo pintou-se de breu&lt;br /&gt;(sabor amargo de inocência trincada).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada, recolhe-se ao quarto,&lt;br /&gt;a proteger-se dos cristais e plasmas.&lt;br /&gt;Após sangrar lembranças, cerra as pálpebras,&lt;br /&gt;chora e soluça outra vez, sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, Alice adormeceu!&lt;br /&gt;Em seus sonhos ainda existem flores,&lt;br /&gt;a água e a verdade parecem cristalinas&lt;br /&gt;e até o coração do homem é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acanhado, procurei algo&lt;br /&gt;que a fizesse sentir-se melhor&lt;br /&gt;quando acordasse;&lt;br /&gt;tentei criar um ‘origami’, mas já era tarde...&lt;/p&gt;...e eu só tinha em mãos, a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;(André L. Soares – &lt;a href="http://poemasdeandreluis.blogspot.com/2007/07/alice_10.html"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/AVvXsEhUanzJuudCazWLw-7o2EZ0V_LHWIMXRGsYkXNwyah-vh6cBU8hhv1pwVszYszavogzdCkMt0mr1zjsRYjSSnmCFG5QSv8LIaZlbg0VdMqDB9EtsHp3hblYRUx01hAdLmY__clGCYiE4F0/s72-c/Aspen+Glow+-+Gary+Max+Collins.jpg" width="72"/><author>gritosverticaisparceiros@gmail.com/ (Gritos Verticais Parceiros)</author></item></channel></rss>