<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23502056</id><updated>2026-03-26T07:31:21.823+00:00</updated><category term="mestrinho"/><category term="poema"/><category term="poesia"/><category term="Música"/><category term="youtube"/><category term="spyinside"/><category term="Song cycle"/><category term="dreamy"/><category term="female vocals"/><category term="gated reverb pads"/><category term="heavy bass"/><category term="hypnotic"/><category term="male vocals"/><category term="processed Gregorian chant samples"/><category term="pulsing synths"/><category term="tribal percussion"/><category term="video"/><category term="about"/><title type="text">Blogalizeme</title><subtitle type="html">Um blog quase erótico. Sobre tudo, sobre nada, um nada que faz parte de tudo</subtitle><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>André L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043118290454865024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwclue2S_7-w5loNU5KTOKzVT4sWoPZ8QEInWBClgETvU6i9JzTh7ejxpB3ygbePcBP0Y77T-Tvu4-fAsmyDFxH1FqfWEuFLZ5SwDhhSodUykmUxI3yQT_gzzeXo3Roa6GKnVQ6pUjXcFTFPnKzk19yaMlRn1KHAeMPc2mz-Cq1DpzA/s220/perfil.png" width="32"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" content="noindex" name="robots"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23502056.post-1756296775114263692</id><published>2025-12-02T03:04:04.239+00:00</published><updated>2025-12-28T23:28:39.560+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreamy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="female vocals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gated reverb pads"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heavy bass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hypnotic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="male vocals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mestrinho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="processed Gregorian chant samples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pulsing synths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song cycle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spyinside"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tribal percussion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube"/><title type="text">Eternal Desire ✨- Music</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;video autoplay="autoplay" height="278" loop="loop" style="float: right;" width="147"&gt;
  &lt;source src="https://i.imgur.com/UpUvbuG.mp4"&gt;&lt;/source&gt;&lt;/video&gt;&lt;span&gt;Envolto em um mistério cheio de encanto e admiração. Só consigo transmitir uma mistura de devoção, surpresa e uma forte atração. Dentro, cresce um desejo profundo e silencioso, vindo de algo maior do que a existencia. Há um olhar que atravessa e deixa vulnerável. Ele revela as sombras, os medos e os sonhos mais profundos. Esse olhar cativa, ele leva para um lugar onde já não existe resistencia, e tudo o que resta é a entrega. Ente o fogo e a calma, entre a luz e a escuridão, essa presença que leve. Cada gesto, cada silêncio e cada respiração carregam um poder hipnotizante que molda os pensamentos e governa as emoções. No fim, torna-se parte desse desejo, dessa chama eterna que pulsa por dentro. A alma desperta, e tudo o que se mistura com aquilo que a admira, nos unimos em intensidade e significado. Poema adaptado do meu antigo poema "&lt;a href="https://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2005/10/abstracto.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Abstracto&lt;/a&gt;" e "&lt;a href="https://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2005/10/adultrio-nefertiti.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Adultério a Nefertiti&lt;/a&gt;" agora transformado em uma bela e adorável música.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the fountain of wonder, surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A whisper carved from hidden skies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through countless words, I tried to speak,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Admiration vast, devotion deep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trace my thoughts in verses light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through shadowed dreams and silver night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A murmur born beneath my skin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of sacred longing deep within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet lips of wisdom, fresh and pure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A breath of calm the soul endures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through tender flame and moonlit air,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your gaze consumes , beyond repair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes… they burn… they see through me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mirror of divinity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They pierce, they pull, they make me stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And melt my will, and drift away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes that search, that wound, that find,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unveil the storm within my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They strike, they weave, they softly call,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I surrender, through it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sacred gaze, your light divine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You move through soul and body mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through shadow’s kiss, through silent fire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wake the flood, you feed desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mouth that speaks, that calls, that owns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That soothes the ache in whispered tones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You pull, you guide, you twist, you bind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fire dances through my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serene, abstract, wild and wise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tremor hides behind your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through dim-lit glow, the world is still,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desire bends to your soft will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh woman carved from time’s own thread,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dream the ancient poets fed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vision born from mortal flame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every heartbeat whispers, “you’re mine.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through your eyes, the stars awake,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each breath a wave, each sound a quake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your touch commands, your silence speaks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The soul becomes the truth it seeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serene, abstract, wild and wise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tremor hides behind your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through dim-lit glow, the world is still,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desire bends to your soft will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sacred gaze, eternal flame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You breathe my soul, you call my name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through night’s embrace, through heaven’s fire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the pulse, the pure desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes… they burn… they see through me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mirror of divinity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They pierce, they pull, they make me stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And melt my will, and drift away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light… fire… soul… one…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are desire… we are one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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  &lt;source src="https://i.imgur.com/55DN3kL.mp4" type="video/mp4"&gt;&lt;/source&gt;&lt;/video&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A poesia, para mim, nunca foram apenas palavras organizadas, ela sempre existiu como uma presença viva, feminina, antiga, insistente. Quando escrevo sobre ela, não estou a inventar uma personagem, estou a reconhecer uma entidade que me antecede e me transcende. Sinto-a como uma figura arquetípica, uma espécie de musa primordial, mas também algo maior, quase uma divindade íntima, aquela que se deita entre o que vejo e o que sonho. Ela domina, seduz, guia. Às vezes sou eu que a invoco, outras vezes é ela que me reclama. Percebo que ela habita o espaço onde a razão e a loucura se encostam. A criação sempre brotou desse limiar, dessa zona onde tudo pode nascer ou se desfazer. Quando digo que ela se move por abismos, estou a falar desse território interior onde o inconsciente abre suas portas. Ali, imagens se formam sozinhas, vozes esquecidas se revelam, e eu me torno apenas testemunha daquilo que passa. A poesia é a guardiã desse portal, a mensageira que vai e volta, trazendo fragmentos de mundos que não vejo com os olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mm4z7UNDdbs?si=mg67Uo-4KPNFwTjz" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragments of bliss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;complex, bold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in tones of poetry untold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composed of sound, of word, of rhyme,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;full of everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nothing, in time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My name is Poetry,” she says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I am yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your soul is mine.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Static visions, vapor divine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inviting all to dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in verse or prose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in trance, in chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She moves through abysses unseen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lady bold, magnetic queen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She climbs and dives through dreams unknown,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where fevered words are overthrown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between madness and sanity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she holds the flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;provocative poetry, uncontained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A light that burns through darkest hue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a wind that stirs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that sweetens too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sacred word,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through breath and fire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you feed the soul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you raise desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through shadow’s ink,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through silence true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that writes me through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banned words,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;betrayed sounds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still, it’s poetry that resounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We cannot bind the universe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor make her still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we chase her beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;against our will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transparent, proud,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unashamed, defiant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a living pulse,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so self-reliant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the wind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through the flame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I call your light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I speak your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In wisdom’s howl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in sorrow’s sea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fear to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as if lost, unspoken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without your token*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through loss, through sound,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find the key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your breath remains,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the word in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragments of bliss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;complex, bold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in tones of poetry untold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composed of sound, of word, of rhyme,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;full of everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nothing, in time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My name is Poetry,” she says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I am yours,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your soul is mine.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Static visions, vapor divine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inviting all to dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in verse or prose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in trance, in chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She moves through abysses unseen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lady bold, magnetic queen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She climbs and dives through dreams unknown,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where fevered words are overthrown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between madness and sanity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she holds the flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;provocative poetry, uncontained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A light that burns through darkest hue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a wind that stirs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that sweetens too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sacred word,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through breath and fire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you feed the soul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you raise desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through shadow’s ink,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through silence true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that writes me through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banned words,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;betrayed sounds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still, it’s poetry that resounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We cannot bind the universe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor make her still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we chase her beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;against our will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transparent, proud,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unashamed, defiant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a living pulse,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so self-reliant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the wind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through the flame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I call your light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I speak your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In wisdom’s howl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in sorrow’s sea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;


















&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* "a token of affection"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As imagens de sopro, fogo, vento e luz não são metáforas escolhidas ao acaso. Para mim, elas representam o modo como a poesia age, como sopro que desperta, como fogo que transforma, como luz que rasga a escuridão, como vento que não se deixa prender. Sinto que ela é uma forma de Logos**, uma força que não apenas revela o sentido das coisas, mas cria esse sentido. Quando escrevo o poema nasce não como gesto, mas como inevitabilidade. Há também a tensão entre silêncio e palavra. Isso, para mim, é a prova de que ela pertence ao mesmo movimento do universo, tão impossível de conter quanto o próprio cosmos. A poesia sempre encontra um caminho. Ela é a rebeldia da existência contra qualquer tentativa de apagamento. E no fundo existe um temor, não o medo de não escrever, mas o de não existir plenamente. Vivo como quem teme ser apagado, disperso. A palavra é o que me ancora no mundo, o que me faz perceber que há um centro, mesmo quando tudo parece se desfazer. A poesia é o gesto que impede o vazio de me engolir. Ela é a chama que me nomeia, que me sustém, que me salva. Por isso o poema começa e termina do mesmo modo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A poesia não segue uma linha reta, ou caminhos tortos, ela gira e retorna. Essa circularidade não é repetição, é rito. É assim que ela se manifesta, como algo eterno, que pulsa, desaparece, reaparece e nunca se deixa capturar totalmente. Ao final, a sensação é sempre a mesma, a poesia não é algo que eu produzo. É algo que eu escuto. Algo que vive em mim. Algo que me escreve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "a token of affection"&lt;br /&gt;
**  (do grego "razão")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adaptado do &lt;a href="https://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2005/11/negrido.html"&gt;meu próprio poema &lt;/a&gt;(escrito em 2005)   agora se transformou em uma música adorável. Também usado meu antigo trabalho em CGI "&lt;a href="https://vimeo.com/25690413"&gt;Qubit and the Cognitive Distortion&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que gostem tanto quanto eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Esta letra (e &lt;a href="https://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2006/05/anatomia-de-um-sorriso.html"&gt;poema original&lt;/a&gt;) descreve uma meditação poética sobre o amor, a nostalgia e o desejo. Fala de lembranças do passado, da perda e da intensidade emocional que renasce através da paixão. Mistura dor e ternura, mostrando o amor como uma força vital que atravessa o tempo e transforma a alma.&amp;nbsp;Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A voz desperta dentro do som, e este é um mergulho em um oceano invisível, onde o corpo e a alma deixam de ser opostos e se tornam o mesmo pulsar. Cada batida, cada respiração, é um eco daquilo que vibra além do mundo físico, uma lembrança de quando o silêncio fala. No início, o caminho entre sombras e vento, guiado apenas pelo som distante do coração. A escuridão não é medo, é um véu, o limite entre o conhecido e o místico. A cada verso, o fogo interno reacende, o corpo dissolve-se no ritmo, e a consciência expande até tocar o infinito. A canção é uma dança entre desejo e transcendência. Os cânticos, os tambores tribais e as vozes corais são reflexos do interior em expansão. Cada camada sonora representa um estado da alma, até restar apenas a essência: luz e som. No fim, quando o eco desaparece e a última nota se dissolve no silêncio, não há mais “eu” nem “outro”. Há apenas unidade — corpo, alma e luz entrelaçados. We are sound… we are one. Esta música, finalmente, respira livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whispers in the hollow air,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams awaken everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark, through velvet sound,&lt;br /&gt;The soul remembers, unbound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pulse begins beneath my skin,&lt;br /&gt;A secret world unfolds within.&lt;br /&gt;Through shadow’s veil and flame’s desire,&lt;br /&gt;I walk the path, my heart on fire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spirit... light... the soul in flame...&lt;br /&gt;Through endless sound, I hear your name.&lt;br /&gt;Hands of night embrace the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Through silence, you awaken me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fall into your voice,&lt;br /&gt;No sound, no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Your breath is light,&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow bright.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through fire’s glow, the spirit bends,&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm weaves, the body blends.&lt;br /&gt;Every step, a sacred prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Every note, a breath of air.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh desire, move through me,&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark, through mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Each breath a wave, each sound divine,&lt;br /&gt;In your rhythm, feels alive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mirror breathes beneath the rain,&lt;br /&gt;The dream repeats, yet feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;Each echo falls, each silence stays,&lt;br /&gt;The soul dissolves in endless haze.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The body breathes… the light within…&lt;br /&gt;The earth now sings… the soul begins…&lt;br /&gt;Through dust and sound, the world takes flight,&lt;br /&gt;Desire and shadow — both are light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear the sky, I taste the flame,&lt;br /&gt;Each whisper breathes your secret name.&lt;br /&gt;Through night and void, the rhythm calls,&lt;br /&gt;The veil descends, the silence falls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh desire, awaken me,&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark, eternally.&lt;br /&gt;Through every dream, through every sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit moves, and so do I.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fall… I rise…&lt;br /&gt;Through unseen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Between two worlds,&lt;br /&gt;The spirit flies.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through sacred air, through sacred sound,&lt;br /&gt;The body fades, the soul unbound.&lt;br /&gt;The night expands, the world anew,&lt;br /&gt;The echo burns, returning to you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh desire, flow through me,&lt;br /&gt;Through the void, through mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Light of life, and dark divine,&lt;br /&gt;In your rhythm, I align.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta letra é profundamente simbólica, mas o que mais me tocou foi a forma como ela fala da luz e do som. Não é uma narrativa comum, é uma experiência, um despertar. As palavras em latim (“O Lux Mundi, per ignem et aquam”) dão a sensação de um ritual antigo, de uma comunhão entre o humano e o divino. Ao ouvi-la, é como se o tempo deixasse de existir e a música se tornasse uma prece, não religiosa, mas universal. No fundo, foi uma viagem de retorno, para um estado de ser. A letra conduz do silêncio à luz, do esquecimento à lembrança, do eu ao todo e a tudo. E quando termina há um silêncio que não é vazio, mas pleno. Uma experiência espiritual disfarçada de som.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lyric:&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness before sound,&lt;br /&gt;Light is born without bound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Echoes drift through ancient halls,&lt;br /&gt;Soft light trembles, darkness falls.&lt;br /&gt;Between each breath, a truth begins,&lt;br /&gt;Infinity stirs beneath our skins.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lux... Mundi... veni... ad me...&lt;br /&gt;Tenebrae... cadunt... in luce tua..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voices weave through shadowed flame,&lt;br /&gt;The soul remembers its true name.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hear you... in the breath of time...&lt;br /&gt;I feel you... where stars align...&lt;br /&gt;Through every space that silence keeps,&lt;br /&gt;The light within forever speaks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spirit flows in liquid form,&lt;br /&gt;Through fire’s heat, through calm and storm.&lt;br /&gt;The pulse of earth, the song of air,&lt;br /&gt;The soul ascends, aware, aware.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spiritus... moveat me...&lt;br /&gt;Per ignem... et aquam...&lt;br /&gt;O Lux... O Lux... Mundi...&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate... anima mea...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through the river of sound we rise,&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows fade, our souls baptize.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through time we drift, through night we fall,&lt;br /&gt;The voice of stars will call... will call...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;In lucem cordis... in aeternum...&lt;br /&gt;The heart unfolds, the veil undone.&lt;br /&gt;Through sacred sound the soul takes flight,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the dark, into the light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breathe the world, become the flame,&lt;br /&gt;Every echo bears your name.&lt;br /&gt;The spiral turns, the heavens call,&lt;br /&gt;One with sound, one with all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spiritus... moveat me...&lt;br /&gt;Per ignem... et aquam...&lt;br /&gt;O Lux... O Lux... Mundi...&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate... anima mea...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light remembers... the dream we are...&lt;br /&gt;In silence... we return... afar...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Lux... O Lux... Mundi...&lt;br /&gt;Illumina... corda mea...&lt;br /&gt;Per ignem... et aquam...&lt;br /&gt;Spiritus... libera...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;In silence, we awaken.&lt;br /&gt;In light, we become.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
Todos os direitos reservados. Mestrinho&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3594789356661590500/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar feedback" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/23502056/3594789356661590500" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/3594789356661590500" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/3594789356661590500" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2025/11/lux-mundi-music.html" rel="alternate" title="Lux Mundi ✨ - Music" type="text/html"/><author><name>André L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043118290454865024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwclue2S_7-w5loNU5KTOKzVT4sWoPZ8QEInWBClgETvU6i9JzTh7ejxpB3ygbePcBP0Y77T-Tvu4-fAsmyDFxH1FqfWEuFLZ5SwDhhSodUykmUxI3yQT_gzzeXo3Roa6GKnVQ6pUjXcFTFPnKzk19yaMlRn1KHAeMPc2mz-Cq1DpzA/s220/perfil.png" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Hgl37FqZEc4/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23502056.post-2714488655247811563</id><published>2025-11-02T10:21:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2025-11-02T10:56:30.918+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreamy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="female vocals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gated reverb pads"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heavy bass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hypnotic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="male vocals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mestrinho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="processed Gregorian chant samples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pulsing synths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song cycle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spyinside"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tribal percussion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube"/><title type="text">Echoes through a thousand windows ✨ - Music</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="sapomedia images"&gt;&lt;img alt="Screenshot 2025-11-02 101508.png" height="165" src="https://c9.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/B4118bfec/22815207_bEvLm.png" style="float: left; padding: 10px; width: 289px;" width="960" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta é uma reprise de uma jornada interior poética e espiritual, onde a alma é observada através das “mil janelas”, metáfora para as múltiplas percepções do eu. Cada verso representa um reflexo, um fragmento de consciência em diálogo com o infinito. Entre introspeção e transcendência: o “eu” que escreve é também o “eu” que se lê, dissolvendo a fronteira entre criador e criação. Uma fusão entre matéria e espírito, luz e sombra, corpo e pensamento.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;From a thousand windows wide,&lt;br /&gt;Through corners where my shadows hide,&lt;br /&gt;I write the words the stars confide,&lt;br /&gt;No fear, no mask, no voice denied.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ink of silence, thought in flame,&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten dreams that have no name.&lt;br /&gt;Each phrase a pulse, each breath a sign,&lt;br /&gt;A thread of truth, a soul’s design.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;My ego bends, a fragile sphere,&lt;br /&gt;My soul reflects what’s hidden here.&lt;br /&gt;Convex mirror, infinite seam,&lt;br /&gt;Half of logic, half of dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes broken, sometimes whole,&lt;br /&gt;Fragments drifting through the soul.&lt;br /&gt;The wind rewrites what time forgets,&lt;br /&gt;A map of thoughts the night begets.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost between my paper skies,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in the ink that never dries.&lt;br /&gt;No pale disguise, no fleeting phase,&lt;br /&gt;I walk within the word’s own maze.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ritual of passage calls,&lt;br /&gt;Through ancient tongues and sacred halls.&lt;br /&gt;A shadow breathes, a light ascends,&lt;br /&gt;Where every thought begins and ends.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through windows wide, the world dissolves,&lt;br /&gt;The riddle turns, the soul evolves.&lt;br /&gt;The gaze I know, the flame I feel,&lt;br /&gt;The strength of truth the words reveal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I write what spirit dares to speak,&lt;br /&gt;With trembling hand and vision meek.&lt;br /&gt;Each line a bridge through endless skies,&lt;br /&gt;Each verse a star that never dies.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;My ego bends, the lines collide,&lt;br /&gt;My soul a curve the stars can’t hide.&lt;br /&gt;Through chaos born of ink and flame,&lt;br /&gt;The cosmos whispers back my name.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;From a thousand windows still I see,&lt;br /&gt;The soul reflected back at me.&lt;br /&gt;In light and dark, in word and tone,&lt;br /&gt;Infinity writes, through me alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;p class="sapomedia images" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi como reviver aquelas experiências mágicas, que permanecem em nossas vidas e não apenas na memória, mas também no cotidiano, como um sentimento profundo, persistente. Na linha de demarcação entre o sonho e a realidade, lembram-me as memórias de uma juventude feliz, risos sob a luz branda da lua, as noites estreladas e a afeições unidas pela saudade. O tempo pode separar, mas o espírito continua formando, envolvido pela lembrança e pela promessa de um amor sem fim. Mesmo à distância, o passado renasce no presente, e o coração fecha os olhos para reviver a beleza daquele momento único.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The edge of illusion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where silence feels alive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reach for the horizon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And learn again to rise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing dreams in moonlight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We danced on college lawns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughter spilled like magic,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the glow of early dawn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the edge of illusion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m lost in your embrace,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me close, don’t let go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s forget this endless race.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every heartbeat, I find,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweet taste of our youth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living in this moment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll chase down the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that summer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night we drove too far?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the hood of your old car,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We counted every star.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispers in the twilight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing secrets, bold and bright,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every kiss, a promise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the cool of the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the edge of illusion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m lost in your embrace,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me close, don’t let go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s forget this endless race.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every heartbeat, I find,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweet taste of our youth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living in this moment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll chase down the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we’re miles apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time has a way to bend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in dreams, you’re still with me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My lover and my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I walk through the echoes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of moments we have shared,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In every smile, a memory,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In every breath, you’re there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The edge of illusion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past and present blend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever in this heartbeat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our story will not end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll rise beyond the shadows,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With fire in our eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the edge of illusion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love will never die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
Todos os direitos reservados. Mestrinho&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3040121139977013915/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar feedback" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/23502056/3040121139977013915" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/3040121139977013915" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/3040121139977013915" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2025/10/the-edge-of-illusion-music.html" rel="alternate" title="The edge of illusion ✨ - Music" type="text/html"/><author><name>André L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043118290454865024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwclue2S_7-w5loNU5KTOKzVT4sWoPZ8QEInWBClgETvU6i9JzTh7ejxpB3ygbePcBP0Y77T-Tvu4-fAsmyDFxH1FqfWEuFLZ5SwDhhSodUykmUxI3yQT_gzzeXo3Roa6GKnVQ6pUjXcFTFPnKzk19yaMlRn1KHAeMPc2mz-Cq1DpzA/s220/perfil.png" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/P48a-iLsPV4/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23502056.post-2501431085251572231</id><published>2025-10-24T17:25:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2025-11-02T10:21:20.509+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreamy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="female vocals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gated reverb pads"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heavy bass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hypnotic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="male vocals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mestrinho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="processed Gregorian chant samples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pulsing synths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song cycle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spyinside"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tribal percussion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube"/><title type="text">Celestial Pulse ✨ - Music</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator"&gt;&lt;p class="sapomedia images" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="1004" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin53fy6L5PzeuUpaHDzo32k2O98y9jRKwII8aN9XY7Jge1_SD2zJ_y3nSnuTUmb5tdgfDpGf9n_2YGrf1Ljnlb6OIQMSmCMzDEOqc8fx-lh1ql0T18O0Ad-cFkF-KkKqBwT1atpphvn56SKIFHBYmuId1K0fqIOfY16maicpqOFkEMQcHv2jxqnw/s320/Screenshot%202025-10-24%20014604.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escrevi esta letra como uma espécie de viagem pelo cosmos e sobre nós, sobre o que somos, de onde viemos e para onde vamos. Fala da criação, da matéria e da alma, desse ciclo eterno de nascer, brilhar e desaparecer, mas também de amor e conexão com o todo. Escrevi-a como um poema, num pôr do sol incrível à beira do Tejo, com amigos por perto. Depois adaptei entre línguas e fiz a melhor adaptação de forma a eternizar aquele momento, a vibe certa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fqMPQWl6-a4?si=M-xw7GdEZfwfAhlY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step through the veil of sound and light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where stars are born from endless night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A breath of fire, a thought of clay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The soul awakens, drifts away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cosmic pulse, it calls my name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through dust and dream, through spark and flame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who are we in this grand design?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Echoes of gods, beyond the line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the silence. Creation hums,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the void, the rhythm drums.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are matter, we are thought,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Born from chaos, finely wrought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this dance, our fates align,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abstract truth in every sign.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A spark expands, a world begins,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through gravity’s unholy spin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each atom sings a silent vow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the cosmos, here and now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across the stars the questions fly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are we but the will to try?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams connect what eyes can’t see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridging the void, eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We fall… we rise… we fade… we shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are matter, we are flame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Born from nothing, yet remain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the dark our spirits climb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bound by love, beyond all time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars dissolve, the night grows clear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infinity whispers, “you are here.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A breath, a spark, a fading sign,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The poet wakes. The stars align.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A letra descreve uma jornada poética e espiritual marcada por lembranças, perda e renascimento.  "Whispers of the Tide" uma reflexão lírica sobre memória, amor, perda e transcendência, onde a natureza serve como espelho da alma e do eterno ciclo da vida.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O mar e o vento representam o ciclo da existência: o esquecimento, a memória e o retorno. A canção fala sobre como o amor e as emoções persistem mesmo quando tudo parece se dissipar.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under pale trees where shadows breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wind collects what hearts believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soft murmurs melt into the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As silent roots remember why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I touch the air your soul once knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The morning tastes of rain and dew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fragile kiss, a fleeting flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world forgets but calls your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispers of the tide, carry me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the endless waves I roam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every dream that falls apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finds its echo in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me your secrets, tell me your fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak in the language lost to years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through veils of silence, I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth unspoken flows to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The storm does not destroy the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It only wakes what sleeps beneath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart remembers where it’s been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And beats again, and beats within”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispers of the tide, carry me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the endless waves I roam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every dream that falls apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finds its echo in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sea grows calm, the night descends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The body fades, the soul transcends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A final breath, the circle wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the whisper, I am the tide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letra:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the sea, transparent and wide&lt;br /&gt;A pulse that moves with the turning tide&lt;br /&gt;Not just a wave, but something more&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that drifts from shore to shore&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the wind that fills the sail&lt;br /&gt;A ghost that breathes through calm and gale&lt;br /&gt;Each tide reveals what lies in me&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of my destiny&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flow through me, I am whole&lt;br /&gt;Every current knows my soul&lt;br /&gt;In the deep where dreams are free&lt;br /&gt;I am the sea, I am the sea&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sirens sing beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;Their songs of loss, of where I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;A seahorse drifts, a bubble trapped&lt;br /&gt;Through centuries the past collapsed&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;“In the calm, I rise in flame&lt;br /&gt;In the storm, I bear no name&lt;br /&gt;Through every wound, through every cry&lt;br /&gt;I learn to drown, I learn to fly”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flow through me, I am whole&lt;br /&gt;Every current knows my soul&lt;br /&gt;In the deep where dreams are free&lt;br /&gt;I am the sea, I am the sea&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moon pulls softly, I remain&lt;br /&gt;The tide retreats, yet I sustain&lt;br /&gt;Through calm and storm, through all that’s been&lt;br /&gt;I breathe, I fade, I rise again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;div class="separator"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-_F_28lTqsjVCkDskzJtQxMHpJvsQPsxCUqLE-908WTWHmst4-p08KmvBbk2Rkv5uBSdDE23GYYJPgm11JfEKaz1X_Ss3hqleMuQ5mnLW8_MHrI5RgVU4gOxGd9DDQzF2biLunQ-YRMCsGzm3VCF8fUE0iBH7yb1XNMg7sWtWIZ8Lh8Q2UXeNg/s320/preview%20(3).png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="sapomedia images"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que gostem. Sinceramente, quando me sentei para compor a letra "Echoes within", eu só queria, sei lá, sintonizar, como se a música já estivesse a trautear algures e eu tivesse de me inclinar e ouvi-la. Essa coisa nem começou com a letra, com palavras. Começou com um pressentimento, acabou em palavras? As palavras apenas foram uma tentativa de colocar no papel o inexplicável. Ui, apareceu bem depois da meia-noite, como um sopro fantasma. Toda a música vive naquele estranho meio-termo: estar sozinho, entre o "não exatamente quem era" e o "não exatamente quem vais ser". Cada verso parece estar pendurado por um fio, mal se aguenta, quase a fundir-se no baixo. Não há grande drama, nenhum momento de "vamos desabafar". Apenas uma espécie de aceno gentil à ideia de que, honestamente, as nossas sombras provavelmente nos ultrapassam a nós próprios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com a música, eu estava à procura dessa coisa onde ela respira, percebes? Viva, mas de alguma forma flutuando. Aquela sepultura baque? É o bater do coração, a única coisa que o mantém firme. Tudo o resto gira como velhas memórias das quais não se consegue livrar completamente. E o refrão, "Echoes inside, call me home", simplesmente caiu como a coisa que me agarrava. Não se trata de uma casa imaginária com uma vedação branca. É muito mais intenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5aOx29mPFh8?si=mSw1wuJ27SQL-OfO" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone through silver light&lt;br /&gt;A breath between the day and night&lt;br /&gt;The earth still hums beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;A thousand echoes rise within&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Echoes within, calling me home&lt;br /&gt;Through every silence I have known&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the dark, I start again&lt;br /&gt;Echoes within, my only friend&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through fading stars I start to see&lt;br /&gt;The shadow shapes that follow me&lt;br /&gt;I breathe, I fall, I feel, I stay&lt;br /&gt;The night reveals another way&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Echoes within, calling me home&lt;br /&gt;Through every silence I have known&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the dark, I start again&lt;br /&gt;Echoes within, my only friend&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;“In every loss, a seed remains&lt;br /&gt;Through every wound, the truth sustains&lt;br /&gt;The breath returns, the circle spins&lt;br /&gt;The end is where it all begins”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Echoes within, calling me home&lt;br /&gt;Through every silence I have known&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the dark, I start again&lt;br /&gt;Echoes within, I breathe again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No fim, senti um arrepio bom, daqueles que vêm quando algo faz sentido. A música termina como começou, mas algo em mim já mudou. É como se ela falasse de um despertar, não aquele grandioso, cheio de luzes, mas um que acontece em silêncio, dentro do coração.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É difícil explicar, mas essa música não é só pra ouvir, é pra sentir. Ela te lembra de respirar, de confiar, de se entregar ao ciclo da vida. E quando acaba, a sensação é de que nada realmente terminou, apenas é um recomeço.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/K-S6uZAjq8o?si=KKqPs0hdRgP94T3f" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Letra&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Omnia, lumen, spiralis..]&lt;br /&gt;A breath becomes a dawn unseen,&lt;br /&gt;The soul remembers what has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence, truth unfolds,&lt;br /&gt;Ancient rivers turn to gold,&lt;br /&gt;Breath of ages, light concealed,&lt;br /&gt;In the humble heart revealed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shine within, not above,&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom speaks in quiet love,&lt;br /&gt;Every dawn, a sacred flame,&lt;br /&gt;We are one, and all the same.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Gloria, lumen, anima mea)&lt;br /&gt;In the circle, all returns,&lt;br /&gt;Ash to fire, soul that burns.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Echoed voices, dream and dust,&lt;br /&gt;Guide the mind to gentle trust,&lt;br /&gt;What is small is what is pure,&lt;br /&gt;Through surrender, we endure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Humble is a bliss unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Peace is found when self is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, the universe,&lt;br /&gt;Every tear, the sacred verse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Omnia, lumen, spiralis...)&lt;br /&gt;Round and round, the soul takes flight,&lt;br /&gt;In stillness, we find light.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Spiralis... lumen... gloria...)&lt;br /&gt;The sound returns to where it starts,&lt;br /&gt;A gentle flame inside all hearts.&lt;br /&gt;(Omnia... omnia...)&lt;br /&gt;Circle of light... awaken again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;p data-end="568" data-start="502" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7mCXMEAobXk?si=Qn7j0WYJtxD62Zu9" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em data-end="566" data-start="502"&gt;"Call my name, through the fire, through the storm… I remain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end="708" data-start="570" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É uma música feita para ouvir de olhos fechados, sentir o som expandir-se e deixar-se levar. Deixa o tempo dissolver e a luz entrar. Espero que gostem, tenho mais um par de músicas que irei publicar em breve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time dissolves...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Light remembers...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Call my name
Through the fire&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm
I remain&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In the breath of time&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In the space between&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you move&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the dream&lt;br /&gt;Light between&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Worlds unknown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Rise again
&lt;br /&gt;In the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fire&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We are sky&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We are dust&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by&lt;br /&gt;Light light&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Between worlds.
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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rHkhi2FTKYc" width="640" youtube-src-id="rHkhi2FTKYc"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letra poema original – "Mulher Vaidosa"&lt;br /&gt;(Novo Estilo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;No músculo nu que se movimenta, escaldante,&lt;br /&gt;Serpentina que dança ao toque, tão vibrante.&lt;br /&gt;A tua beleza cai-te como uma luva,&lt;br /&gt;Veste-te só de ti, mulher tão vaidosa e nua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;És ponte que liga duas margens, do eu ao tu,&lt;br /&gt;Luz que atravessa a noite, farol a céu azul.&lt;br /&gt;Perco-te em volta de um segredo sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;E para nomear-te, chamo-te Jasmim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmim, flor que me prende no jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Sopro da vida, começo e o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Se a saudade canta, eu canto assim,&lt;br /&gt;No teu perfume mora tudo o que há em mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um coração bem cultivado é quem tu és,&lt;br /&gt;Raiz de ternura, futuro e fé.&lt;br /&gt;O jardim precisa da tua essência,&lt;br /&gt;Fruto de amor, pura resistência.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estas emoções espreguiçam-se no meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o desejo como vento solto.&lt;br /&gt;Penteia-te cem vezes, mulher vaidosa,&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-me beber-te na seiva da prosa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmim, flor que me prende no jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Sopro da vida, começo e o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Se a saudade canta, eu canto assim,&lt;br /&gt;No teu perfume mora tudo o que há em mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prepara-te para o amor que chega,&lt;br /&gt;Cultiva-te, a vida sempre entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te esqueças da sonhadora,&lt;br /&gt;Da tua força rara, simples e encantadora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmim, flor que me prende no jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Sopro da vida, começo e o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Se a saudade canta, eu canto assim,&lt;br /&gt;No teu perfume mora tudo o que há em mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é no espaço do corpo que nasce a canção,&lt;br /&gt;Fado e desejo correm na mesma mão.&lt;br /&gt;Sorri, mulher, na beleza da tua prosa,&lt;br /&gt;Na eternidade és sempre vaidosa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;--xxXxx--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="lazyload-item" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="632" height="296" src="https://images.artbrokerage.com/artthumb/graber_136750_5/632x632/Carrie_Graber_Finishing_Touches_AP_2001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;











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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fabianperez.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/A-Sensual-Touch-v2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="753" height="320" src="https://fabianperez.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/A-Sensual-Touch-v2.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span face="'Agency FB' color:'white' align:'left'" style="font-size: 9;"&gt;Photo: Sensual touch&lt;br /&gt;Author: Fabian Perez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="100%" height="300" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/2153476698&amp;color=%23ff5500&amp;auto_play=true&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;show_teaser=true&amp;visual=true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://soundcloud.com/yourmachinima" title="andrel" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;andrel&lt;/a&gt; · &lt;a href="https://soundcloud.com/yourmachinima/desejos" title="Desejos" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Desejos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por razão desta consciência.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu a consequência&lt;br /&gt;Fruto de uma resistência,&lt;br /&gt;A causa da mente aberta...&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo, como a saudade que aperta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em forma meio desconexa&lt;br /&gt;Descreverei actos complexos&lt;br /&gt;Falarei de tudo sem nexo.&lt;br /&gt;Como uma chave na fechadura&lt;br /&gt;Um prazer que dura,&lt;br /&gt;sim, na tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;na tua pele,&lt;br /&gt;na onda dos teus cabelos,&lt;br /&gt;nos teus pêlos,&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te-ei gargalhadas,&lt;br /&gt;quando um suspiro teu, brotar rouco&lt;br /&gt;da garganta,&lt;br /&gt;fugindo pela língua, pelos lábios,&lt;br /&gt;esse teu expressar sábio,&lt;br /&gt;que voa directo aos meus sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;causado a chama que arde trémula,&lt;br /&gt;dar-te-ei a minha ávida masculinidade&lt;br /&gt;que se mesclará com a tua feminilidade&lt;br /&gt;de seda, no reino da fertilidade...&lt;br /&gt;Beber-te-ei essa paixão, no teu suor,&lt;br /&gt;na boca que vasculha&lt;br /&gt;nas tuas pernas entrelaçadas,&lt;br /&gt;nas mãos, nas ancas astutamente,&lt;br /&gt;em jeito de afinidade, desejo,&lt;br /&gt;puro, simples, na pele e no teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti preciso ser tarado, louco, atrevido, alucinado.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ter encanto, magia e meiguice no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ser um cavalheiro&lt;br /&gt;Um Homem por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ser um sonhador&lt;br /&gt;O que te leve ao delírio&lt;br /&gt;Que te trate como uma mulher, amada e amante&lt;br /&gt;Que te trate como uma menina mimada&lt;br /&gt;Que te dê colo e afague os cabelos entre beijos&lt;br /&gt;Que te dê a loucura desvairada&lt;br /&gt;Que te olhe todas a manhãs de cabelos despenteada&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio deste morno entardecer.&lt;br /&gt;Pois de ti só preciso essa afirmação de Mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Para te penetrar no corpo,&lt;br /&gt;no cheiro no teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;E antevejo&lt;br /&gt;A tua carícia violenta,&lt;br /&gt;o acto que condimenta,&lt;br /&gt;os delírios insanos.&lt;br /&gt;Que invade com calor&lt;br /&gt;Onde em cada recanto do corpo&lt;br /&gt;palpita o desejo,&lt;br /&gt;do teu corpo branco e sensual.&lt;br /&gt;Colho a húmida flor, inquieta.&lt;br /&gt;E ao caminho das curvas, a língua&lt;br /&gt;que maliciosamente, busca a verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Do aroma morno da intimidade e&lt;br /&gt;êxtase desordenado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te pelo dia...&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te de noite&lt;br /&gt;Sou a tua loucura... o teu desatino...&lt;br /&gt;Brinca comigo e deixa-me...&lt;br /&gt;Encantado...&lt;br /&gt;Deleitado...&lt;br /&gt;Um escravo...&lt;br /&gt;Selado, lacrado, domado...&lt;br /&gt;Quando na elipse da tua culva&lt;br /&gt;se dá o encontro casual&lt;br /&gt;do meu lábio no teu, prazer cordial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pele nua,&lt;br /&gt;surge o apelo que insinua,&lt;br /&gt;na boca desperta&lt;br /&gt;que se esfrega na tua.&lt;br /&gt;De peito aberto,&lt;br /&gt;O toque que incendeia...&lt;br /&gt;Como a chama contida&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu corpo irradia!!&lt;br /&gt;Na pele,&lt;br /&gt;na boca,&lt;br /&gt;na carne linda e nua,&lt;br /&gt;brilham gotas&lt;br /&gt;o néctar da tua flor...&lt;br /&gt;Deixam rastros,&lt;br /&gt;como os caminhos da vida...&lt;br /&gt;E que tornam a vida,&lt;br /&gt;um sonho de amor..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Desejos" É uma obra rica em emoções, fazendo com que cada verso ressoe com a experiência universal do amar e do desejar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span face="'Agency FB' color:'white' align:'left'" style="font-size: 9;"&gt;8 de Junho de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando por ti passo, na tua praia,&lt;br /&gt;E observo tua silhueta,&lt;br /&gt;Envergonhada, deitada n’areia,&lt;br /&gt;Quando por ti passo,&lt;br /&gt;E esbracejas um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que contém&lt;br /&gt;O mistério perverso do compromisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trampolim dos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Tu te rebaixas e rebolas&lt;br /&gt;Desejosa de colo.&lt;br /&gt;Colo, que eu nunca tive&lt;br /&gt;És só uma Mulher que vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a alma envergada&lt;br /&gt;Para o dia da vigília, alma velada.&lt;br /&gt;E agora que o corpo entorpece&lt;br /&gt;Veio a luz clara, como a teia que se tece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida que queremos ter antes de viver&lt;br /&gt;A vida sofrida de querer, difícil de antever.&lt;br /&gt;Como o arco-íris e as suas tintas&lt;br /&gt;Coloridas, com formas distintas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que jaz pálida&lt;br /&gt;Na essência do dom material&lt;br /&gt;Na força do prazer carnal&lt;br /&gt;Sem esquecer que eram assim&lt;br /&gt;Este esplendoroso jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora e cobre-te de luto&lt;br /&gt;Desse amor passado devoluto&lt;br /&gt;Deita na minha cama&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me agora a quem amas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planta em ti uma semente&lt;br /&gt;Da esperança fundida de desejo demente&lt;br /&gt;Mostra o teu lado selvagem&lt;br /&gt;Assume-te com coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque assim desejaste&lt;br /&gt;E a minh´alma encantaste&lt;br /&gt;Vem exuberante amor&lt;br /&gt;Esquece essa dor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span face="'Agency FB' color:'white' align:'right'" style="font-size: 9;"&gt;© Mestrinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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font-family: Interstate, &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Lucida Sans&amp;quot;, Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://soundcloud.com/yourmachinima" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="andrel"&gt;andrel&lt;/a&gt; · &lt;a href="https://soundcloud.com/yourmachinima/1e381d69-5f14-4f91-a6ef-17d7eb7106d3" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Tributo a Ísis - Música"&gt;Tributo a Ísis - Música&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calor que invade o corpo,&lt;br /&gt;tão suave e doce como um poema&lt;br /&gt;ou como poesia de amor,&lt;br /&gt;revitaliza no leitor,&lt;br /&gt;Um dilema:&lt;br /&gt;Mais húmido que maresia,&lt;br /&gt;sentimento de poeta, poema ou poesia?&lt;br /&gt;Enigma envolvente pela magia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo indica o sentido do poema,&lt;br /&gt;desta vida cheia de versos,&lt;br /&gt;com muitos "picos" e retrocessos,&lt;br /&gt;persistente à especulação,&lt;br /&gt;inquietante.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse o sentimento do poeta&lt;br /&gt;Que no meigo olhar desperta,&lt;br /&gt;Convertendo lágrimas em diamante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras rabiscadas pelo criador de escritos,&lt;br /&gt;tecendo um fio fino de luz,&lt;br /&gt;não tão belo como o poema/dilema,&lt;br /&gt;Na mais perfeita harmonia, juntamos;&lt;br /&gt;o condimento,&lt;br /&gt;Solto em forma poema/talento&lt;br /&gt;Vejo um poema nascer&lt;br /&gt;E este sentimento crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou então que fosse ela&lt;br /&gt;A desejada &lt;i&gt;*Ísis,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fala em suaves versos&lt;br /&gt;Deixa tudo em harmonia&lt;br /&gt;O Poeta, poema e poesia&lt;br /&gt;O desejo se torna ardente,&lt;br /&gt;E deixar-se envolver pela magia,&lt;br /&gt;Pelos delírios que arrepiam a pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo estremece.&lt;br /&gt;E, as mãos. escrevem.&lt;br /&gt;Para dissipar este dilema.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-x-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span face="'papyrus' color:'white' align:'right'" style="font-size: 9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span face="'Agency FB' color:'white' align:'right'" style="font-size: 9;"&gt;© Mestrinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufocado no meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;enquadrado no gênio&lt;br /&gt;e desviado da mente,&lt;br /&gt;Vingança em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;do amor indecente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um anel de diamante,&lt;br /&gt;muito brilhante.&lt;br /&gt;Que cairá&lt;br /&gt;E que denunciará&lt;br /&gt;O ser angustiante,&lt;br /&gt;Quando tu de mim, aproximar.&lt;br /&gt;Este é o meu juízo,&lt;br /&gt;o meu ódio, o teu riso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venceste.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso mais.&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais te tirei,&lt;br /&gt;do que entregaste.&lt;br /&gt;Inútil luta.&lt;br /&gt;Tombei.&lt;br /&gt;Ganhaste.&lt;br /&gt;Esta parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutaste como ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Segue livre nos teus passos.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia a tristeza chegar,&lt;br /&gt;não me culpes pela dor,&lt;br /&gt;com sabor de ressentimento sábio.&lt;br /&gt;Sabor diferente do teu lábio.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo o meu aprendizado,&lt;br /&gt;nada poderia ser questionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venci, venci não na razão.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas na paixão.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="238" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4038/511/320/Hieroglyphics-010a-Nasmith.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Ted Nasmith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-x-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Duas metades" é uma letra adaptada do poema "Disparidade Homónima" poema este publicado em 2005. Um poema que mergulha nas nuances da dualidade do ser, explorando a complexidade das relações.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;O poema é construído a partir de uma série de imagens poéticas que evocam um profundo senso de introspecção. O autor joga com a ideia de homônimos, palavras que soam iguais mas têm significados diferentes, para ilustrar as disparidades que existem dentro de nós e nas relações humanas. Essa escolha linguística é uma forma de expressar como as pessoas podem ter percepções variadas da mesma realidade, destacando a subjetividade das emoções e das vivências.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao longo do poema, o autor reflete sobre as tensões entre amor e dor, alegria e tristeza, presença e ausência. Essas polaridades são apresentadas de maneira a mostrar que, muitas vezes, são inseparáveis. A beleza do amor é acompanhada pela dor da perda, e a alegria pode ser ofuscada pela tristeza. Essa dualidade é uma constante na vida humana e, através de sua escrita, Mestrinho comunica a ideia de que é através dessas experiências contraditórias que encontramos profundidade e significado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As metáforas utilizadas no poema são ricas e evocativas, permitindo ao leitor visualizar e sentir as emoções que o autor tenta transmitir. O autor não se limita a descrever estados emocionais; ele convida o leitor a sentir as texturas e os subtextos das interações humanas. A musicalidade da sua poesia acrescenta uma camada de intensidade, fazendo com que cada verso ressoe com uma melodia própria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O autor também faz uma reflexão sobre a identidade, questionando o que realmente significa ser um indivíduo em meio a tantas influências e expectativas externas. Essa busca por autocompreensão é um tema central no poema, revelando a fragilidade da condição humana. A disparidade entre o que se é e o que se aparenta ser é uma fonte de conflito interno, o poema/letra expressa essa luta com uma sensibilidade única.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span face="'Agency FB' color:'white' align:'right'" style="font-size: 9;"&gt;© Mestrinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, minha menina,&lt;br /&gt;Que vieste assim, tão de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Que dominaste por completo.&lt;br /&gt;As mais belas coisas me ensinaste,&lt;br /&gt;De saudades estou repleto&lt;br /&gt;Me provocas,&lt;br /&gt;Abres as janelas.&lt;br /&gt;E do desgastado passeio cheio de limo,&lt;br /&gt;Colho pedaços imperdíveis da infância&lt;br /&gt;Onde vimos as sombras dos grandes pinheiros.&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro forte das abelhas sorvendo o néctar&lt;br /&gt;Como o néctar de Vénus precipitando o mel&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento amplificado&lt;br /&gt;De passado sagrado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, minha menina,&lt;br /&gt;Velhos dissabores evaporam.&lt;br /&gt;Anseios desvanecem&lt;br /&gt;Foi como ontem as aventuras,&lt;br /&gt;Perfumadas de travessuras.&lt;br /&gt;Foi como ontem alma gentil,&lt;br /&gt;guardei esta paixão que não dormiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, minha menina,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje será o abraço forte, a emoção&lt;br /&gt;Poderá ser uma contradição,&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te assim menina madura&lt;br /&gt;Em corpo de Mulher segura.&lt;br /&gt;Dilacerando a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo sem piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonolento,&lt;br /&gt;cantava esta canção&lt;br /&gt;e ouvia.&lt;br /&gt;O doce relógio da vida&lt;br /&gt;E que logo marcaria mais uma volta.&lt;br /&gt;Sem retorno&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há momentos na vida em que somos tomados por um turbilhão de emoções ao revisitar memórias impregnadas de nostalgia. O poema "Regresso às Origens" é um exemplo brilhante de como as palavras conseguem transportar-nos para tempos passados, cheios de inocência e simplicidade. Vamos explorar a essência desse poema e o que ele nos pode ensinar.&amp;nbsp;No centro do poema, surge a figura de “minha menina”, carregada de simbolismo. Ela não é apenas uma pessoa, mas um portal para o passado. Esta imagem feminina remete o autor para memórias de infância, lugares que já foram percorridos e sensações que pareciam adormecidas. Ela é a representação da saudade, que ora fere, ora conforta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem nunca sentiu o coração apertar ao lembrar de uma infância distante? Ao evocar imagens como o passeio desgastado pelo tempo, o néctar sorvido das abelhas e os pinheiros que pareciam gigantes, o autor resgata fragmentos que nos fazem sentir como se estivéssemos ali, ao seu lado.&amp;nbsp;O poema reflete também sobre o inevitável: a passagem do tempo. É impossível não se emocionar com frases como "verte assim menina madura em corpo de mulher segura". Aqui, há uma aceitação melancólica de que o tempo não perdoa e que a menina do passado cresceu e mudou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ainda assim, o autor consegue criar uma ponte entre as lembranças e o presente, reforçando o poder das memórias em moldar quem somos. Mesmo que o tempo transforme, a paixão e a intensidade dessas lembranças continuam vivas. É como se cada ruga no rosto guardasse uma história, cada saudade guardasse um propósito.&amp;nbsp;A saudade é, talvez, a alma deste poema. Ela surge em cada verso, ora como dor, ora como um carinho quente no peito. As aventuras da infância, repletas de travessuras e aromas inesquecíveis, contrastam com a seriedade da idade adulta. No entanto, a saudade não é vilã; ela também é uma ponte que nos conecta às nossas origens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;O autor captura isso através de uma linguagem poética e sensorial, como o cheiro forte do néctar ou os sons da vida passando. Essas imagens criam uma atmosfera quase cinematográfica, em que somos espectadores e protagonistas ao mesmo tempo.&amp;nbsp;O poema não é apenas uma experiência visual ou emocional, mas também musical. O ritmo das palavras, a repetição de certos elementos e o uso de sons evocam uma melodia que flui naturalmente. É quase como se, além de ler, pudéssemos ouvi-lo ser declamado com uma voz cheia de saudade e alma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa musicalidade é essencial porque reforça os sentimentos transmitidos. Não é apenas o que é dito, mas também como é dito. É um convite não só para refletir, mas também para sentir, para deixar o poema ecoar no coração.&amp;nbsp;Ao mergulhar neste poema, é inevitável começarmos a refletir sobre as nossas próprias memórias. Qual foi a última vez que pensámos na nossa infância? Ou nas pessoas que fizeram parte deste percurso?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As palavras do autor servem como um lembrete de que nunca devemos esquecer de onde viemos. As memórias, por mais distantes que pareçam, continuam a viver dentro de nós. Elas podem ser um refúgio nos momentos difíceis, uma inspiração para seguirmos em frente ou apenas uma forma de nos conectarmos com quem realmente somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Revisitar as origens é mais do que um exercício poético. É um ato de amor. É uma prova de que mesmo o tempo, com a sua força avassaladora, nunca será capaz de apagar aquilo que é verdadeiramente eterno: os sentimentos. Que todos possamos encontrar, nas palavras do autor ou nas nossas próprias memórias, um motivo para sorrir e valorizar as raízes que nos sustentam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span face="'Agency FB' color:'white' align:'right'" style="font-size: 9;"&gt;© Mestrinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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Mestrinho&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/feeds/114186529811983228/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar feedback" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/23502056/114186529811983228" rel="replies" title="19 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/114186529811983228" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/114186529811983228" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2006/03/regresso-as-origens.html" rel="alternate" title="Regresso as origens" type="text/html"/><author><name>André L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043118290454865024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwclue2S_7-w5loNU5KTOKzVT4sWoPZ8QEInWBClgETvU6i9JzTh7ejxpB3ygbePcBP0Y77T-Tvu4-fAsmyDFxH1FqfWEuFLZ5SwDhhSodUykmUxI3yQT_gzzeXo3Roa6GKnVQ6pUjXcFTFPnKzk19yaMlRn1KHAeMPc2mz-Cq1DpzA/s220/perfil.png" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/uryGxK1L1O4/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23502056.post-5285104945935509287</id><published>2009-05-25T14:44:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2025-01-30T20:10:10.540+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mestrinho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><title type="text">Um sopro afável</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/52723579268_de8d8d87ca_z.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Nicola Ranaldi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do louco cavalgar quedou o sopro afável.&lt;br /&gt;A respiração profunda entre o silêncio contagiante,&lt;br /&gt;das noites de amor sem tréguas&lt;br /&gt;O amor insaciável, aquele excelente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é louco… só louco…&lt;br /&gt;No desfilar da sedução, dos tremores, e suores&lt;br /&gt;Minh' alma brilha no teu sorriso fenomenal&lt;br /&gt;Uma brisa leve como o sopro afável, sem igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembraste do sopro?&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas loucuras, sem censuras,&lt;br /&gt;a descobrir movimentos mágicos&lt;br /&gt;Em posições frenéticas e loucas?&lt;br /&gt;De alma e mente perdido na tua boca.&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites de amores sem trégua&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há lugar para as mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Lembraste do sopro?&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo dos lençóis, os nossos ruídos&lt;br /&gt;Produzindo um acorde maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;O som saindo de nossos lábios sedentos&lt;br /&gt;Emitindo palavras de carinhos e malícia?&lt;br /&gt;Lembraste do sopro?&lt;br /&gt;O arrepio em choques térmicos, que delícia.&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas mãos atrevidas, a percorrer nossos corpos,&lt;br /&gt;Tocado pelos dedos de um artesão.&lt;br /&gt;Arrancando suspiros de arrepios.&lt;br /&gt;Que molda sem igual a ardente paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que lembras. como poderias esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Sopro afável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento que não se apaga,&lt;br /&gt;Que deixa imagens impregnadas,&lt;br /&gt;Molduras retratadas….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras, lembras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… O sopro afável,&lt;br /&gt;que soa como melodia…&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O poema "Um sopro afável" é uma expressão lírica que aborda temas de amor, sedução e a intimidade gerada em momentos de paixão. O autor utiliza imagens sensoriais e metáforas para descrever a intensidade e a beleza das noites de amor, enfatizando a conexão emocional entre os amantes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A estrutura do poema reflete um tom nostálgico e apaixonado, onde o "sopro afável" simboliza a delicadeza e a suavidade dos sentimentos compartilhados. O eu lírico recorda momentos de paixão intensa e o prazer que se encontra na descoberta mútua, ressaltando como o toque e os gestos dos amantes geram uma química especial e arrebatadora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Além disso, o poema destaca a expressão dos sentimentos através de suspiros e palavras carinhosas, criando uma atmosfera de cumplicidade e entrega. No fim, há uma afirmação da lembrança desses momentos, sugerindo que o amor vivido nesses instantes é inesquecível e marcante.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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Mestrinho&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/feeds/114211603715498884/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar feedback" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/23502056/114211603715498884" rel="replies" title="19 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/114211603715498884" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/114211603715498884" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2005/05/rasgos-de-insanidade.html" rel="alternate" title="Rasgos de (In)sanidade" type="text/html"/><author><name>André L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043118290454865024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwclue2S_7-w5loNU5KTOKzVT4sWoPZ8QEInWBClgETvU6i9JzTh7ejxpB3ygbePcBP0Y77T-Tvu4-fAsmyDFxH1FqfWEuFLZ5SwDhhSodUykmUxI3yQT_gzzeXo3Roa6GKnVQ6pUjXcFTFPnKzk19yaMlRn1KHAeMPc2mz-Cq1DpzA/s220/perfil.png" width="32"/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23502056.post-6618461360983997000</id><published>2009-05-12T11:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2025-01-30T20:10:30.597+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mestrinho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><title type="text">Uma mente burlesca</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4038/511/320/William.Bouguereau.Invading.Cupids.Realm.1892.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 201px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Bouguereau&lt;br /&gt;Invading Cupid´s Realm 1892&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posterior ao encontro mundano&lt;br /&gt;e a tua franqueza explícita&lt;br /&gt;tivemos uma visão intrínseca&lt;br /&gt;do mundo e do ser pioneiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo, um desígnio da decrépita percepção verbal[*],&lt;br /&gt;estranhíssimo à alma gigantesca;&lt;br /&gt;uma mente burlesca;&lt;br /&gt;resultante do sentimento intemporal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma malícia que se esconde na memória;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso instigante nos lábios da vida;&lt;br /&gt;Um reflexo da existência nunca esquecida;&lt;br /&gt;O sentido melancólico de glória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerúndio do tempo;&lt;br /&gt;Da espiral espaço temporal,&lt;br /&gt;Cronologia sem igual&lt;br /&gt;Assaltando-nos em tormento.&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa alma, querida.&lt;br /&gt;É uma vida, vivida e sofrida,&lt;br /&gt;do presente ao passado,&lt;br /&gt;recordado de bom grado,&lt;br /&gt;como um mistério revelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti esse sabor, perdido no tempo. Com um gesto secular (como a sensação de viver um momento durante séculos), vislumbro a noite que há de vir. Premeditando ou profetizando, sou o que sou e gritarei versos poéticos para suavizar a carícia. Indignados, vivemos neste Fado (sorte, agouro; aquilo que tem de acontecer, que é fatal; (no pl. ) as forças ocultas que regem o destino dos homens).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[*] ato ou efeito de perceber o verbo no pretérito presente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uma mente burlesca" é uma reflexão sobre a complexidade da vida e das emoções humanas. Com uma linguagem poética rica e evocativa, o autor expressa uma visão íntima do ser humano, utilizando metáforas que revelam a dualidade entre a seriedade da existência e a leveza da mente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Através de versos que falam sobre o "corpo" e a "alma", o poema aborda a interação entre o físico e o espiritual, destacando a malícia e a memória que moldam nossas experiências. O tom é nostálgico, sugerindo uma busca por um sentido mais profundo na vida, enquanto se lida com o tempo e as suas consequências.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A ideia de um "sorriso instigante" e a "vida vivida e sofrida" refletem um entrelaçamento entre o prazer e a dor, entre momentos de alegria e os desafios da existência. O autor também menciona a importância de recordar e valorizar os momentos passados, como se cada experiência fosse um mistério revelado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No geral, "Uma mente burlesca" é um poema que explora os sentimentos humanos em sua plenitude, misturando lirismo e reflexão sobre a complexidade do ser, a passagem do tempo e a busca por significado na vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Mestrinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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Mestrinho&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6618461360983997000/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar feedback" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/23502056/6618461360983997000" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/6618461360983997000" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/6618461360983997000" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-mente-burlesca.html" rel="alternate" title="Uma mente burlesca" type="text/html"/><author><name>André L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043118290454865024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwclue2S_7-w5loNU5KTOKzVT4sWoPZ8QEInWBClgETvU6i9JzTh7ejxpB3ygbePcBP0Y77T-Tvu4-fAsmyDFxH1FqfWEuFLZ5SwDhhSodUykmUxI3yQT_gzzeXo3Roa6GKnVQ6pUjXcFTFPnKzk19yaMlRn1KHAeMPc2mz-Cq1DpzA/s220/perfil.png" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23502056.post-7141189535252906012</id><published>2009-05-01T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2025-02-12T22:18:48.788+00:00</updated><title type="text">Há dias em que as nossas almas realmente se amam, mas não se entendem…</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMg8c355YSb_U5oAp3WQ5tlybrexSmcOxfFIpYEHR38K_GCD0-hKlbTFTORE0lm7XCs1IVl2GELCJLyb9zl4lNkB9LxSksCF1_Ney877hmKM1TBZqO7d-31zQxMc1rMX6LJn_6ovekPMpvA_8ftylQs73a7ShDxaBB1qVMkG2kDpA2kYMGJ2OIQ/w640-h360/18.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por vezes quero descer à terra, mas no escuro&lt;br /&gt;respiro e não percebo, sou como se não fosse,&lt;br /&gt;só há sombras que dançam e ruídos em redor.&lt;br /&gt;E pergunto por que desço, por que me procuro&lt;br /&gt;sem ciência nem método, por que tomo posse&lt;br /&gt;da noite, quando é o dia que é nítido e tem cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, de dia nem tudo é perfeito, há medos&lt;br /&gt;que enchem de névoa os olhos. E o desespero&lt;br /&gt;alastra como densos laivos de tinta numa tela;&lt;br /&gt;tudo escurece e alimentas mágoas e segredos,&lt;br /&gt;escondes tudo o que dentro de ti é sincero,&lt;br /&gt;num esgar encurtas o horizonte na tua janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste quando o dia se intersecta com a distância,&lt;br /&gt;em ímpetos de frequências aparentes e calmas…&lt;br /&gt;quando noite e dia se olham e não se compreendem.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo unindo-nos um sentimento em consonância,&lt;br /&gt;de facto “Há dias em que as nossas almas&lt;br /&gt;realmente se amam, mas não se entendem”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O poema "Há dias em que as nossas almas realmente se amam, mas não se entendem…" explora a complexidade das relações humanas e os sentimentos contraditórios que podem surgir entre duas pessoas. Através de uma linguagem poética e introspectiva, o eu lírico reflete sobre a dificuldade de comunicação e a distância emocional que, por vezes, pode existir mesmo em meio a um amor profundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A autora (&lt;span style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lia Lemmi&lt;/span&gt;) evoca imagens de escuridão e sombras, sugerindo momentos de confusão e incerteza. Apesar de haver um amor verdadeiro, as almas dos amantes não se compreendem totalmente, resultando em uma sensação de desespero e melancolia. O poema destaca a luta interna entre a busca por conexão e a realidade de estar separado por barreiras invisíveis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dualidade do dia e da noite é utilizada para ilustrar essa tensão: o dia, que representa clareza e cor, contrasta com a noite, simbolizando a confusão e a falta de entendimento. A ideia de que as almas se amam, mas não se entendem, ressoa com muitos leitores, refletindo a complexidade das emoções humanas e a dificuldade de comunicação que pode existir mesmo nas relações mais íntimas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em suma, o poema capta a essência dos sentimentos humanos, levando o leitor a contemplar a beleza e a dor do amor, com todas as suas nuances e desafios.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;© Lia Lemmi @ Blogalize 2004.12.16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;19 anos depois de escrever este poema (escrito em 2006), foi transformado em música (2025). &lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem tanto como eu gostei&lt;br /&gt;  
  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da elaborada síntese,&lt;br /&gt;Eis que surge,&lt;br /&gt;O manifesto, o esboço,&lt;br /&gt;de forma muito inesperada,&lt;br /&gt;como que perdida pela estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Riscada de uma grafite,&lt;br /&gt;brilhante e deslumbrante.&lt;br /&gt;Onde surge o infinito&lt;br /&gt;da matéria compactada&lt;br /&gt;Onde nasce o Big Bang,&lt;br /&gt;somente em quantidades definidas.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas em números inteiros,&lt;br /&gt;Proporcional ao líquido&lt;br /&gt;Do meu tinteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é apenas&lt;br /&gt;uma vontade condimentada&lt;br /&gt;nem uma ideia inventada.&lt;br /&gt;Nem uma gramática semântica,&lt;br /&gt;ou uma equação quântica.&lt;br /&gt;É apenas um sentimento que,&lt;br /&gt;aflora pela pele,&lt;br /&gt;Um sentido puro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando.&lt;br /&gt;No inicio de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Ela aparece,&lt;br /&gt;Ela que surge de rompante&lt;br /&gt;e serpenteia pela mente,&lt;br /&gt;este sentimento demente.&lt;br /&gt;Que causa o movimento impulsivo,&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento conclusivo.&lt;br /&gt;Do gesto às palavras,&lt;br /&gt;perdura o incitável,&lt;br /&gt;O verso doce,&lt;br /&gt;A palavra que embala,&lt;br /&gt;O gesto que não acaba.&lt;br /&gt;Entendes agora porque&lt;br /&gt;é insustentável o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;de tornar o momento,&lt;br /&gt;Um infinito desejo de bem estar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleno de Amor, pleno de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Delineados em contornos,&lt;br /&gt;Rabiscos e coriscos,&lt;br /&gt;reservados em palavras e atos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando é do conhecimento,&lt;br /&gt;ela que retrata a alegria,&lt;br /&gt;reflete a magia&lt;br /&gt;no sentimento breve da demagogia,&lt;br /&gt;Que causa o sorriso que contagia.&lt;br /&gt;Escondida dentro de mim (ou bem visível).&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu pudesse,&lt;br /&gt;Como evitar?&lt;br /&gt;Como dedilhar?&lt;br /&gt;Como deixar-se não encantar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bela visão fica guardada,&lt;br /&gt;antiga e persistente,&lt;br /&gt;ao tempo, ainda presente.&lt;br /&gt;neste turbilhão de desejos,&lt;br /&gt;Embebido na mão da tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;Que palavras poéticas&lt;br /&gt;teriam melhor ética?&lt;br /&gt;Que palavras&lt;br /&gt;seriam mais susceptíveis à atenção,&lt;br /&gt;A sentir essa brisa suave que bate no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbalizo o desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Incandescente&lt;br /&gt;e cruel como o sentido exato,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ato e desato,&lt;br /&gt;As sílabas que fluem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino e decifro&lt;br /&gt;O voo, a viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Assim tão brusca, assim tão elementar&lt;br /&gt;e faço deste monólogo&lt;br /&gt;o centro irónico&lt;br /&gt;deste universo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto penso,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira,&lt;br /&gt;regendo-se as suas Leis.&lt;br /&gt;Pactuando,&lt;br /&gt;na forte curvatura da carne&lt;br /&gt;e da letra que descreve,&lt;br /&gt;o encontro ao cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;ou na noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ombro azul da noite?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9;"&gt;* Distorção cognitiva - ato de distorcer, adj., relativo à cognição. s. f., ação de adquirir um conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O poema "Distorção cognitiva", escrito em 2006 e posteriormente transformado em música em 2025, é uma obra que emerge de uma reflexão profunda e poética sobre sentimentos e percepções. O autor se expressa através de metáforas e imagens que evocam a complexidade da experiência humana e a busca por compreender emoções.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Através de uma linguagem rica, o poema discorre sobre a natureza dos sentimentos, comparando-os a fenômenos como o Big Bang e explorando a ideia de que são manifestações puras que surgem e afloram pela pele. Ele também menciona a relação entre pensamento e movimento, ilustrando como os sentimentos podem impulsionar ações e palavras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O poema parece celebrar a beleza e a intensidade dos sentimentos, convidando o leitor a refletir sobre a sua própria vivência emocional. É uma obra que une a sensibilidade do autor à sua visão sobre o erotismo e a paixão, criando uma conexão íntima entre o leitor e as emoções descritas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9;"&gt;© Mestrinho 6 de Outubro de 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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Mestrinho&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/feeds/116015304136993246/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Enviar feedback" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/23502056/116015304136993246" rel="replies" title="22 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/116015304136993246" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23502056/posts/default/116015304136993246" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://blogalizeme.blogspot.com/2006/10/distoro-cognitiva.html" rel="alternate" title="Distorção cognitiva" type="text/html"/><author><name>André L</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043118290454865024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwclue2S_7-w5loNU5KTOKzVT4sWoPZ8QEInWBClgETvU6i9JzTh7ejxpB3ygbePcBP0Y77T-Tvu4-fAsmyDFxH1FqfWEuFLZ5SwDhhSodUykmUxI3yQT_gzzeXo3Roa6GKnVQ6pUjXcFTFPnKzk19yaMlRn1KHAeMPc2mz-Cq1DpzA/s220/perfil.png" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/rHVuHXtmwsM/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23502056.post-7447822602829640862</id><published>2008-01-07T22:08:00.005+00:00</published><updated>2025-01-30T20:08:26.132+00:00</updated><title type="text">O verso do verbo</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/03/01/22/05/woman-2109747_1280.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="267" src="https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/03/01/22/05/woman-2109747_1280.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038179755563851346" src="http://mestrinho.com.sapo.pt/Women.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três circunstâncias têm o verso do verbo.&lt;br /&gt;Tem conceito, harmonia e sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem conceito: consequentemente,&lt;br /&gt;para dizer que é rítmico e o acento&lt;br /&gt;sabe à música na alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem harmonia: consequentemente,&lt;br /&gt;palavras que dão forma às melodias,&lt;br /&gt;graves ou agudas…&lt;br /&gt;Melodias na alma que enche o ego,&lt;br /&gt;a quem lê e a quem escreve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sentido: pela razão,&lt;br /&gt;palavras que expressam sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;narram histórias,&lt;br /&gt;com a fantasia do verbo,&lt;br /&gt;que vai da prosa ao reverso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genuíno e com sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;o verbo chega profundo na alma,&lt;br /&gt;com magnitude estrondosa,&lt;br /&gt;do verso até a prosa.&lt;br /&gt;O verbo que voa livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Porque livre é o verso e livre será a alma!&lt;br /&gt;Livre é o verbo de escritos novos,&lt;br /&gt;com dizeres sábios dos povos.&lt;br /&gt;Onde, revivem mil histórias,&lt;br /&gt;histórias de vidas e de glórias&lt;br /&gt;Histórias do amor,&lt;br /&gt;com alegria e dor.&lt;br /&gt;Que detalha com calma&lt;br /&gt;A música que vai na alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As história que narraram sobre a chave do sol,&lt;br /&gt;com palavras de afeição, esse sussurro nas frases&lt;br /&gt;ecoando épocas doces, outras melodias,&lt;br /&gt;pois, livre será sempre o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Porque livre está o verso!&lt;br /&gt;Que com riqueza nas ideias,&lt;br /&gt;dá largas à imaginação, transformando&lt;br /&gt;a canção na luz e no sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Livre está o verso do verbo&lt;br /&gt;e com ele estará o amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O post "O verso do verbo" é uma reflexão poética sobre a essência da escrita e da expressão através das palavras. O autor discorre sobre três características fundamentais do verso: conceito, harmonia e sentido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;O autor conclui que o verso é livre, assim como a alma, e que a escrita é um meio de reviver histórias e emoções, incluindo as do amor, alegria e dor. A ideia central é celebrar a liberdade criativa da palavra e a profundidade que ela pode trazer à experiência humana.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tom do post é lírico e reflexivo, capturando a beleza da linguagem e o poder que as palavras têm de tocar o coração e a mente dos leitores.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9;"&gt;© Mestrinho 4 de Março 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Rss Feed referente ao Blogalize.
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