tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219543352024-03-13T03:58:39.762+00:00NÓS E OS OUTROSA beleza das coisas está no espírito de quem as contempla.
(David Hume)Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-79430739954056020312013-11-01T19:06:00.001+00:002013-11-01T19:06:34.188+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #000066; font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"><strong>3 - EM CONTAGEM DECRESCENTE</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-size: 180%;"><strong><a href="http://www.av.it.pt/aveirocidade/pt/praias/praias04.htm"><span style="color: #000099;">Farol de Aveiro</span> <span style="color: #000099;">na Praia da Barra</span></a></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #99ff99; font-family: arial;"><span style="color: #000099;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">O Farol da Barra é o mais alto de Portugal e da Península Ibérica.<br /><br />Construído entre 1885 – 1893, foi projectado por um autodidacta que levou de vencida os onze engenheiros que apresentaram plantas e maquetas.<br />O farol da Barra, custou na altura, a quantia de 51 contos aos cofres do estado.<br />A escadaria é composta por dois sectores: o primeiro, com 271 degraus, é uma escada em pedra, em forma de caracol; o segundo, é uma escada metálica, com 20 degraus (actualmente com elevador).<br />O cilindro tem de altura 44,5 metros, situando-se o foco luminoso a 62 metros, permitindo-lhe projectar os raios de luz a cerca de 60 quilómetros de distância, interceptando os faróis da Figueira da Foz e de Leça da Palmeira.<br /><br />A sua inauguração foi levada a cabo por Bernardino Machado em 1893, então ministro das Obras Públicas, quando este visitou demoradamente a região.<br /><br />Esta notável obra do século passado, erguida à entrada da barra, passou a velar pela segurança da navegação que até aí não dispunha de um ponto de orientação. Sem o farol, as embarcações da época eram frequentemente atraídas para terra, devido à ilusão de afastamento, provocada por uma porção de costa muito plana com as primeiras elevações a grande distância do mar.<br />A principal fonte luminosa era obtida por incandescência do vapor do petróleo. Só em 1950 o sistema iluminante passou a ser alimentado a energia eléctrica.<br /><br />A principal componente do farol é a potente lâmpada, que projecta um feixe luminoso visível a 22 milhas náuticas de distância (cerca de 40 quilómetros).</span></span></span></div>
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Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-48177558650614139022012-06-09T00:18:00.002+01:002013-04-07T18:24:11.814+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">9 DE JUNHO</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>ANIVERSÁRIO: SÓ PORQUE O DIA É TEU</strong></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hoje o universo veste a luz brilhante;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">no coração a terra está florida!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Firme regente pede grupo: -Cante</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a canção bela e a rima tão querida.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">O sol espalha raios cada instante,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a natureza canta a pauta lida,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">compassos marcam festa tão marcante,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">farta comida, doces e bebida!</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Em cada face um canto novo clama;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">já não se lembra a dor de uma partida,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">renova tudo e acende nova chama...</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">À mesa, meu convite faz o laço</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">e cada mão eleva o brinde à vida:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-Só porque o dia é teu um poema faço.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>Sílvia Araújo Motta </em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mãe... São três letras apenas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As desse nome bendito:</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Também o Céu tem três letras...</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E nelas cabe o infinito.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para louvar nossa mãe,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Todo o bem que se disse</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nunca há de ser tão grande</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Como o bem que ela nos quer...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Palavra tão pequenina,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bem sabem os lábios meus</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Que és do tamanho do Céu</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E apenas menor que Deus!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Mário Quintana</em></span> <br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">27 DE ABRIL</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">No dia do aniversário</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A gente às vezes tem vontade</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">De se esconder dentro do armário</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas aí vem um com um beijo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Outro realizando um desejo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E aquele que está sempre atrasado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Chega super animado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Estourando uma champanhe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mesmo que eu estranhe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E não entenda muito bem</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Por que tantos parabéns</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Fico feliz com os presentes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Aguento melhor os parentes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E não me pergunto na hora</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">O que há de mentirinha</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nessa anual história</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Quem me dera tanto afeto</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Duas vezes por semana</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Pra derreter a couraça</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Pra amenizar minha gana</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Congelaria se possível</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Muitos pedaços do bolo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Pra durante o ano carente</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Comê-los como consolo</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ausência</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E lastimava, ignorante, a falta. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hoje não a lastimo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Não há falta na ausência. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A ausência é um estar em mim. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">braços, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">porque a ausência, essa ausência assimilada,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">ninguém a rouba mais de mim.</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">No entanto...</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Penso em ti, PAI!</em></span></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Queria tanto ouvir a tua voz</em></span></strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>E sentir as tuas nas minhas mãos...</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Ai... esta saudade sem fim...!</em></span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Durante a nossa vida:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Conhecemos pessoas que vem e que ficam,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Outras que, vem e passam.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Existem aquelas que,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem, ficam e depois de algum tempo se vão.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas existem aquelas que vem e se vão com uma enorme vontade de ficar...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>Charles Chaplin</em></strong></span></div>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-7247715242169394012011-04-27T12:21:00.016+01:002013-04-07T18:25:50.688+01:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">27 DE ABRIL DE 2011</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Das riquezas que encontrei no mundo só quero uma pedra preciosa: Tu."</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Canção à Ausente</span></strong><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para te amar ensaiei os meus lábios...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Deixei de pronunciar palavras duras.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para te amar ensaiei os meus lábios!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para tocar-te ensaiei os meus dedos...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Banhei-os na água límpida das fontes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para tocar-te ensaiei os meus dedos!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para te ouvir ensaiei meus ouvidos!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Pus-me a escutar as vozes do silêncio...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para te ouvir ensaiei meus ouvidos!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E a vida foi passando, foi passando...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E, à força de esperar a tua vinda,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">De cada braço fiz mudo cipreste.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A vida foi passando, foi passando...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E nunca mais vieste!</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feliz dia para quem é</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O igual do dia, </span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E no exterior azul que vê</span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Simples confia!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não pode ser</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Na alma um azul do céu também</span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Os montes quedos </span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pudesse haver no coração</span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E em seus segredos! </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mas vejo quem devia estar </span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Igual do dia </span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Insciente e sem querer passar.</span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ah, a ironia </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De só sentir a terra e o céu</span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tão belo ser </span></span></div><span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu não te tenho amor simplesmente. A paixão </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Em mim não é amor; filha, é adoração! </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nem se fala em voz baixa à imagem que se adora.</span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Quando da minha noite eu te contemplo, aurora, </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E, estrela da manhã, um beijo teu perpassa </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Em meus lábios, oh! quando essa infinita graça </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">do teu piedoso olhar me inunda, nesse instante </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu sinto – virgem linda, inefável, radiante, </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Envolta num clarão balsâmico da lua, </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A minh'alma ajoelha, trémula, aos pés da tua!</span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Adoro-te!... Não és só graciosa, és bondosa: </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Além de bela és santa; além de estrela és rosa.</span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bendito seja o deus, bendita a Providência </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Que deu o lírio ao monte e à tua alma a inocência, </span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">O deus que te criou, anjo, para eu te amar,</span><br />
<span style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E fez do mesmo azul o céu e o teu olhar!... </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"></span>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-57149086999609709802010-03-19T00:01:00.000+00:002013-04-07T18:26:51.162+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<em><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"><strong><span style="color: #073763;">Eugénio</span> de Andrade</strong></span></em>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-42560504428931808232009-07-29T20:00:00.005+01:002013-04-07T18:27:23.361+01:00<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: 180%;">LUZ CRISTALINA</span></strong><br />
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</span>Vem do amor a Beleza, </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Como a luz vem da chama. </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>É lei da natureza: </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Queres ser bela? - ama. </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>.</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Formas de encantar, </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Na tela o pincel </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>As pode pintar; </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>No bronze o buril </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>As sabe gravar; </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>E estátua gentil </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Fazer o cinzel </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Da pedra mais dura... </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Mas Beleza é isso? - Não; só formosura. </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>.</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Sorrindo entre dores </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Ao filho que adora </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Inda antes de o ver </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>- Qual sorri a aurora </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Chorando nas flores </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Que estão por nascer – </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>A mãe é a mais bela das obras de Deus. </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Se ela ama! - O mais puro do fogo dos céus </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Lhe ateia essa chama de luz cristalina: </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>.</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>É a luz divina </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Que nunca mudou, </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>É luz... é a Beleza </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Em toda a pureza </em></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>Que Deus a criou. </em></span></strong></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff9966; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"><strong><em>Almeida Garrett</em></strong></span></div><div></div>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-49162796858773575502009-06-05T10:00:00.000+01:002013-04-07T18:28:18.434+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>À MINHA MÃE</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZITtGd1yeyVJytlaDOu9f9fcdJDTtoqp0rZfKVHWHAIpUPpSS3JY8OAtDBbaX7GL17UWoyTezHaU2YsLofJ4Fbn2j7KN10YcvWrESSkJgN5HgG_mmum0u1X45qwSeuqJTc8I/s1600-h/ROSAB_05_6_2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343807682462273650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZITtGd1yeyVJytlaDOu9f9fcdJDTtoqp0rZfKVHWHAIpUPpSS3JY8OAtDBbaX7GL17UWoyTezHaU2YsLofJ4Fbn2j7KN10YcvWrESSkJgN5HgG_mmum0u1X45qwSeuqJTc8I/s400/ROSAB_05_6_2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Juventude</span></strong> </span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;">Sim, eu conheço, eu amo ainda </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;">esse rumor abrindo, luz molhada,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;">rosa branca. Não, não é solidão, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;">nem frio, nem boca aprisionada. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;">Não é pedra nem espessura. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;">É juventude. Juventude ou claridade. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;">É um azul puríssimo, propagado, </span></strong><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">isento de peso e crueldade.</span></strong> </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;">Eugénio de Andrade</span>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-23544475798754246502009-03-21T01:00:00.000+00:002013-04-07T18:28:18.433+01:00<strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">NESTE TEU DIA...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSr4gFwiFMZc_1SRNG5VzUr2SEurUu_nuTy_7ATDmQIYuYSKQw-MNuPuweFJsGfuXMGwtVLrYDEOlLmlyKIRa_9AOE_eNN09KHbgsUWJqtpK1sJwOdhRS-VW5h-qG6NCzJwiD6/s1600-h/Mulher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315776946586219074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSr4gFwiFMZc_1SRNG5VzUr2SEurUu_nuTy_7ATDmQIYuYSKQw-MNuPuweFJsGfuXMGwtVLrYDEOlLmlyKIRa_9AOE_eNN09KHbgsUWJqtpK1sJwOdhRS-VW5h-qG6NCzJwiD6/s400/Mulher.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></strong><a name="Num exemplar das Geórgicas"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Num exemplar das Geórgicas</strong></span></a><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">Os livros. A sua cálida,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">terna, serena pele. Amorosa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">companhia. Dispostos sempre</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">a partilhar o sol</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">das suas águas. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">Tão dóceis,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">tão calados, tão leais.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">Tão luminosos na sua</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">branca e vegetal e cerrada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">melancolia. Amados</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">como nenhuns outros companheiros</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">da alma. Tão musicais</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">no fluvial e transbordante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;">ardor de cada dia.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Eugénio de Andrade</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"></span>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-54871364458458889702008-07-29T00:01:00.002+01:002013-04-07T18:29:16.767+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">PARA TI... COM PERFUME!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>(29 de Julho de 2008)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRECsW-g5HcI5BqqFzqKKGZPTRS6ORjAHJ1Gqax-EIKHk_UZJ2tsni3eCtzinti-JUJF0EtyZkK8xK2foE52z1Irmq8MLbtDF-sMdQ_mAO_5HYy2K83g1ZxYJyWJVMs5K8XFpx/s1600-h/Rosas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228186911876948770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRECsW-g5HcI5BqqFzqKKGZPTRS6ORjAHJ1Gqax-EIKHk_UZJ2tsni3eCtzinti-JUJF0EtyZkK8xK2foE52z1Irmq8MLbtDF-sMdQ_mAO_5HYy2K83g1ZxYJyWJVMs5K8XFpx/s400/Rosas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><a name="Foi para ti que criei as rosas."><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Foi para ti que criei as rosas.</strong></span></a><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Foi para ti que criei as rosas.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Foi para ti que lhes dei perfume.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Para ti rasguei ribeiros</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">e dei ás romãs a cor do lume.</span> </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Eugénio de Andrade</span> </p><p> </p>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-80779530482442260622008-06-09T00:01:00.002+01:002013-04-07T18:29:16.773+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>SÊ FELIZ SEM BARREIRAS</strong></span><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"> (9.06.2008)</span></strong></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbOouPLeSPv6Kcw7pQTJAkr3AllN0GrdsvxSECKLfvLgz3lVehezL-oOPYiAfc6SmcYFHRvz86KvY815fZcMvq6q0qM2FJuZfyYSA_SRKycjUMFSSQ1WlC4_L_2i4IFPBCb8fi/s1600-h/Ave_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209661729569807250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbOouPLeSPv6Kcw7pQTJAkr3AllN0GrdsvxSECKLfvLgz3lVehezL-oOPYiAfc6SmcYFHRvz86KvY815fZcMvq6q0qM2FJuZfyYSA_SRKycjUMFSSQ1WlC4_L_2i4IFPBCb8fi/s400/Ave_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQr12vL_RfVsCtridJ72KtrGG2gkFg_N9JvjwZD8YbCScCjzBnj0VJMXaj_XtF7Ig_xjKUjgRnlH4JN_mGgWRm8BKkO9kykdUfQDwrSGknR4OpmwtF-A7UsSXSsKwgEKmBLs96/s1600-h/Janela.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>A Ave</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Voava em voo rasante<br />como se nesse instante<br />trouxesse o peso da vida inteira.<br />Pousou na areia suave<br />aquela pequena ave<br />de cabeça altaneira.<br />Correu, picou aqui e além<br />com a agitação de quem<br />está atenta, mas ansiosa.<br />Foi marcando a areia lisa<br />de marcas suaves, que a brisa<br />ia apagando criteriosa.<br /><br />Sumiam as marcas na areia<br />e as minhas, da vida inteira<br />fugiam na brisa cálida.<br />A alma, plena de mar<br />leve, partiu a voar<br />deixando a velha crisálida.<br /><br />Voou a andorinha no céu,<br />como fosse reino seu,<br />as alturas conquistando.<br />Teceu bordados no ar,<br />perdeu-se para lá do mar,<br />livre, sempre voando.<br /><br />A par da pequena ave<br />cruzei mar sem bote ou nave,<br />subi no azul sem fronteiras,<br />saltei no algodão das nuvens,<br />sequei ao sol as penugens,<br />fui livre e feliz sem barreiras.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Helena Guimarães<br /></span><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-40018045129477641422008-06-05T12:00:00.004+01:002013-04-07T18:29:16.765+01:00<strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">PARA TI... MINHA QUERIDA!</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHMIYIb5R9A1OwULCabY0ZBDIwZx5FtnEu_-tmDkItV5FixCjTrE7yeIU_QNn3S_-GLMtg_YDMkSwryURBbbzg2XH8dP2VKv94_qhw3xFQhFv_d58Ktzj2go3C_k8fLHd33Rp/s1600-h/Para_ti+_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208734385397496722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHMIYIb5R9A1OwULCabY0ZBDIwZx5FtnEu_-tmDkItV5FixCjTrE7yeIU_QNn3S_-GLMtg_YDMkSwryURBbbzg2XH8dP2VKv94_qhw3xFQhFv_d58Ktzj2go3C_k8fLHd33Rp/s400/Para_ti+_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2oPJJtk7EkHJ-D01XZ-mamMfLTchRi5iYtha7IZ-e_19q3V2F-D4-6xXnZ7zWy4AdZg1O03yzGES-FC9RG7MXDhLh1GqayNM5R7X2waoZnWc5EzDF_YQxaAMebmqBtcJD0tHH/s1600-h/Para_ti.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB36mr2cRqSl6jSI7hOlie9Vi18akqnCVS6SJLXw6qQX8sF0pUTdHceKyfJt5wWabn2zZTBJV9W2dpXWh4cW4tWtBZ7chmO1TD2k3k8rCc9vio4I3HfvzSxPHT0cSCf33uWUn_/s1600-h/Para_ti.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><a name="Essa mulher, a doce melancolia"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Essa mulher, a doce melancolia</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span> </div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.<br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Essa mulher, a doce melancolia</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">dos seus ombros, canta.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">O rumor</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">da sua voz entra-me pelo sono,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">é muito antigo.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">Traz o cheiro acidulado</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">da minha infância chapinhada ao sol.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;">O corpo leve quase de vidro.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;">Eugénio de Andrade</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div></div></div>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-58942461260948128582008-05-18T00:01:00.001+01:002013-04-07T18:29:16.769+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>ELAS E EU</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEvonyypeqemo5P20hzpF9UOSCLmv5SKnJTyExT4kx0G2qf2iFSx9oq0dCYm_G-GnStjrutIic3nLE2QgjvrKfidXyw0x3lM7orMmRRhaqJfe2raYe6cP9J8EetNkDp0fHn1z/s1600-h/RosaB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201493375825945218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEvonyypeqemo5P20hzpF9UOSCLmv5SKnJTyExT4kx0G2qf2iFSx9oq0dCYm_G-GnStjrutIic3nLE2QgjvrKfidXyw0x3lM7orMmRRhaqJfe2raYe6cP9J8EetNkDp0fHn1z/s320/RosaB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlbj6Z1uzXF5myP_2FZa5xggFwOACvbwl9W0WiKE-Pwin8Rvja90-sGnaSQDlhJ5Y3iBpJgObsuJ3EvQNgFwGAPsKAuEWTKat2YXBWkJClEM6RdoOQbRWeU45Z9LEhc-pOCX4/s1600-h/RosaV.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201493268451762802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlbj6Z1uzXF5myP_2FZa5xggFwOACvbwl9W0WiKE-Pwin8Rvja90-sGnaSQDlhJ5Y3iBpJgObsuJ3EvQNgFwGAPsKAuEWTKat2YXBWkJClEM6RdoOQbRWeU45Z9LEhc-pOCX4/s320/RosaV.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3SDV-oEyotMG1K6JoTEW00Sp8QXgmYVa9WCmJuiiM7Wjr3cUrMowlFUSTrjlQzFdr-3rCfANo5ZQGSxp0lFjaGsvt5tCIX1Qqp_LtEl_BY4OzH9Um0J6TFdBCTDTT0RD1GeR/s1600-h/RosaA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201492929149346402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3SDV-oEyotMG1K6JoTEW00Sp8QXgmYVa9WCmJuiiM7Wjr3cUrMowlFUSTrjlQzFdr-3rCfANo5ZQGSxp0lFjaGsvt5tCIX1Qqp_LtEl_BY4OzH9Um0J6TFdBCTDTT0RD1GeR/s320/RosaA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Motivo da Rosa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Não te aflijas com a pétala que voa:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">também é ser, deixar de ser assim.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Rosas verá, só de cinzas franzida,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">mortas, intactas pelo teu jardim.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Eu deixo aroma até nos meus espinhos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">ao longe, o vento vai falando de mim.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">E por perder-me é que vão me lembrando,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">por desfolhar-me é que não tenho fim. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Cecília Meireles</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div></div></div>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-69379446282294094922008-04-27T12:21:00.004+01:002013-04-07T18:29:16.771+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">TUDO NAS MÃOS DE UMA CRIANÇA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">(27 de Abril de 2008)</span></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FC0c5TcsrW9m7ZNSAxZKrCeqo-OjtEgkVUdQEzjxZB1BE3HdxOSVowFbfQoJakd6Cv29PrlvMiDbBpm0D8gd9Znx_FUSiOGbsoy6idQkw4hWHmz3_7-zTZi1X_xMmsp_jjqZ/s1600-h/Sol_Lua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194049556647433378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FC0c5TcsrW9m7ZNSAxZKrCeqo-OjtEgkVUdQEzjxZB1BE3HdxOSVowFbfQoJakd6Cv29PrlvMiDbBpm0D8gd9Znx_FUSiOGbsoy6idQkw4hWHmz3_7-zTZi1X_xMmsp_jjqZ/s320/Sol_Lua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></p><p><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></p><p><a name="Quase Nada"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Quase Nada</strong></span></a><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O amor</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">é uma ave a tremer</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">nas mãos de uma criança.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Serve-se de palavras</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">por ignorar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">que as manhãs mais limpas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">não têm voz. </span></strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;">Eugénio de Andrade</span> </p>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-28424897393754896272008-03-21T12:00:00.004+00:002013-04-07T18:29:16.763+01:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333399;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>NESTE DIA MUNDIAL DA POESIA...<br /></strong></span></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Lembremos os nossos Poetas!</strong></span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAehRx3qlj0VOIw6unT02hY4IY0tme7j2-D7cueaFIKq0KAfpSgzQH7T7d8GHtg4ZeeTg-bZ6fEF87AVwOkTDTwQ1qMiDOVxUxeqRs7P1g6QYy0pU-Fv4QqCseW_RwKbpl7j5/s1600-h/Poesia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180238156762861970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAehRx3qlj0VOIw6unT02hY4IY0tme7j2-D7cueaFIKq0KAfpSgzQH7T7d8GHtg4ZeeTg-bZ6fEF87AVwOkTDTwQ1qMiDOVxUxeqRs7P1g6QYy0pU-Fv4QqCseW_RwKbpl7j5/s320/Poesia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Ser poeta </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Do que os homens! Morder como quem beija!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">.<br /></span>É ter de mil desejos o esplendor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">E não saber sequer que se deseja!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">É ter garras e asas de condor!</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">É condensar o mundo num só grito! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;">.</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Florbela Espanca</span></strong>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-76405471246401891612008-03-19T17:18:00.005+00:002013-04-07T18:31:13.217+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"><strong>NESTE DIA DO PAI...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">(Para te ter comigo... com que prazer me desfolhava!)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3IPKRnQPzR5A_G-ibAmS2YGVzD1W9Bh3k9MLJONT3SFbnC5NUymwCW4UJKtOhTBl7unKOpPaBDTZHB1ARmTODMQwk3yYpOlRfgDuIUOD-MDYDpzZK19gCe8IT0WRb_6K1ULE/s1600-h/TB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179504008462528146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3IPKRnQPzR5A_G-ibAmS2YGVzD1W9Bh3k9MLJONT3SFbnC5NUymwCW4UJKtOhTBl7unKOpPaBDTZHB1ARmTODMQwk3yYpOlRfgDuIUOD-MDYDpzZK19gCe8IT0WRb_6K1ULE/s320/TB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><a name="Se eu fosse apenas..."><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>Se eu fosse apenas...</strong></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">Se eu fosse apenas uma rosa,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">com que prazer me desfolhava,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">já que a vida é tão dolorosa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">e não te sei dizer mais nada!<br /><br />Se eu fosse apenas água ou vento,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">com que prazer me desfaria,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">como em teu próprio pensamento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">vais desfazendo a minha vida!<br /><br />Perdoa-me causar-te a mágoa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">desta humana, amarga demora!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">– de ser menos breve do que a água,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;">mais durável que o vento e a rosa... </span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Cecília Meireles</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong></div>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-22984615401798281072007-07-29T00:01:00.001+01:002013-04-07T18:31:13.208+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>A UMA PRINCESA DESCONHECIDA</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlglqqcf3uv8UH95gD_9L9BwGFpIc7Uenm6ZDuOupRhDzlWFvBL9enIL7TsNyYd2KKBGMIt0r0OfnTsALIN_AxvM2kCANk4imBPL82zIeFoQU5vtWUzjIzbziy1CsWPO_F0C5a/s1600-h/flor0361.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092394757546367986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlglqqcf3uv8UH95gD_9L9BwGFpIc7Uenm6ZDuOupRhDzlWFvBL9enIL7TsNyYd2KKBGMIt0r0OfnTsALIN_AxvM2kCANk4imBPL82zIeFoQU5vtWUzjIzbziy1CsWPO_F0C5a/s400/flor0361.gif" width="210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para que ela tivesse um pescoço tão fino</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para que os seus pulsos tivessem um quebrar de caule </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para que os seus olhos fossem tão frontais e limpos </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para que a sua espinha fosse tão direita </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E ela usasse a cabeça tão erguida </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com uma tão simples claridade sobre a testa </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Foram necessárias sucessivas gerações de escravos </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De corpo dobrado e grossas mãos pacientes </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Servindo sucessivas gerações de príncipes </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ainda um pouco toscos e grosseiros </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ávidos cruéis e fraudulentos. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><span style="color:#99ff99;">.<br /></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Foi um imenso desperdiçar de gente </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Para que ela fosse aquela perfeição! </span><br /></strong><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;">.................</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</span></em></div></div>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21954335.post-91602557129271824352007-06-09T15:00:00.000+01:002013-04-07T18:31:13.219+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>INSTANTES</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNONM6vZuUPYzJO8uIvJYzLjJEkjCGOhqP6VRE6HGegItjypsL_MDN2aNrz-jz4CrbwyIGsGwO2f7vtPSa6whuzGd958Zy9yVTxOLCcYJ2rhbuTxClrQnsM4hoZYzCnFUNuXpg/s1600-h/Instantes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074181775705082802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNONM6vZuUPYzJO8uIvJYzLjJEkjCGOhqP6VRE6HGegItjypsL_MDN2aNrz-jz4CrbwyIGsGwO2f7vtPSa6whuzGd958Zy9yVTxOLCcYJ2rhbuTxClrQnsM4hoZYzCnFUNuXpg/s400/Instantes.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></strong></span></span></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">QUE FAZER?<br /></span></strong><br />Para onde partiram os amigos, os amantes, os abraços de carinho, os risos?<br />Para onde foram os sonhos, todas as promessas depositadas no nosso colo quando éramos tão inocentes, as esperanças adoçadas nos anos verdes pelas histórias mágicas dos príncipes encantados do “para sempre felizes”? Onde ficaram as noites mágicas de palavras sussurradas ao ouvido, com um céu estrelado e o algodão doce da feira, as rifas, as farturas que lambuzavam os dedos e derretiam o coração? Por que caminhos ínvios, negros e dispersos nos perdemos todos, como se hoje estivéssemos aqui numa terra desconhecida, rodeados de gente desconhecida, sem raízes, sem memórias?<br />As esperanças rasgadas e deitadas ao vento e o vento leva as palavras para terras onde ninguém as entende e, por isso, estamos rodeados deste silêncio ensurdecedor.<br />Percorremos os dias repetindo os gestos, mas, quando deitamos a cabeça na almofada, a dor no corpo tolhe-nos, a solidão tem cheiro e peso e nada nos vale, nem quando outro corpo dorme a nosso lado.<br />Que fazer com o resto dos dias, com o resto das ilusões manchadas de rugas, de desilusões, da longínqua recordação do que um dia foi?<br /></span><span style="color:#99ff99;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><strong>(Luísa Castel-Branco, apresentadora de televisão e escritora)</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Fotografia de Pé de Salsa</span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div>Pé de Salsahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16438633560087589014noreply@blogger.com