<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:21:13.678Z</updated><category term='Ficção'/><category term='Real'/><title type='text'>Milésimo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-1157063517627239391</id><published>2009-12-14T23:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:01:00.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisa Discreta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SybRIJRhsJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8l5xyIQN078/s1600-h/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SybRIJRhsJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8l5xyIQN078/s320/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Encontrei um lugar onde não há lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;É um papel amado em palavras de poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Prosa… poesia… coisa discreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Escritos de toda a alma aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Poema talhado em pedra de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Acredito que aí podemos voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Poisar em todas as rimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Descrever o teu mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A tua doçura que me desconcerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Um sorriso teu que me desperta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Acredito na força do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E na sensação de um espinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mas se amarmos a mesma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O culpado será o destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Destino que dói e magoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;E que me faz recuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mas aí oiço a tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Que me chama ao luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Chama-me, princesa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O amor voa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Vou amar-te nas folhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;No céu… no mar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Chama, princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mantém a chama acesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Até que a voz te doa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sabes que te dou o meu tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Velejando abraçados na proa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;por todos os mares…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;mesmo naquele mar… que me magoa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-1157063517627239391?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/1157063517627239391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=1157063517627239391&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/1157063517627239391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/1157063517627239391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/12/coisa-discreta.html' title='Coisa Discreta'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SybRIJRhsJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8l5xyIQN078/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-6116178611263366652</id><published>2009-11-30T01:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:44:10.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Espaço Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SxMcu09YJgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MHv_No_zWBw/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SxMcu09YJgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MHv_No_zWBw/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;AINDA SINTO O CORAÇÃO... O APERTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;NUM ESPAÇO VAZIO, OIÇO... SINTO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;ESCUTO O SEU GRITO DE CHORO MUDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;E O MEU SORRISO, MEU ESCUDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;NÃO TRANSPARECE QUE O MUNDO PAROU CÁ DENTRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;NÃO POSSO MENTIR MAIS ÀS MINHAS LÁGRIMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;COMPANHEIRAS DAS ULTIMAS NOITES LONGAS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;OUTRORA SOLITÁRIAS DO TEU PERFUME E SENTIMENTO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;AGORA... FRIAS, ESCURAS DE UM ESPAÇO VAZIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;NADA FAZ SENTIDO... NADA, É VAZIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;NADA É NÃO EXISTIRES NO MEU DIA-A-DIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;E NADA SABER DE TI... NADA SABER SE ME AMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;NADA DE TI AMOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;NADA MEU AMOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;NADA NO TEU MAR EM DIREÇÃO A MIM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;QUE EU CONTINUO A PROCURAR-TE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-6116178611263366652?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/6116178611263366652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=6116178611263366652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/6116178611263366652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/6116178611263366652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/11/espaco-vazio.html' title='Espaço Vazio'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SxMcu09YJgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MHv_No_zWBw/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-5690623151917196818</id><published>2009-10-27T00:39:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:01:00.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SuZA9J6RKJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9IgInT0P_Jk/s1600-h/17-01-2005+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SuZA9J6RKJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9IgInT0P_Jk/s320/17-01-2005+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dedicado ao meu Milésimo e a um outro filho que nunca chegou a nascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dorme...esconde os olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mergulha o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e abraça-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Protege-te em mim até ao amanhecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;debruça-te para além da imaginação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De um sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Encontra-me numa qualquer nuvem suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;deixa os teus medos em algum lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tu sabes que me vais encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voa meu tesouro... meu anjo perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;viaja entre os planetas e as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mantem a nossa lembrança mais bonita...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moras no meu peito&amp;nbsp;imperfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que desenha este amor em aguarelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pintura de mim e de ti num coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vamos ser muito felizes... acredita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho de estar ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;de ti... &amp;nbsp;és inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e procuro um ultimo beijinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;à distancia de um pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;procuro dar-te um carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;é tudo o que quero a cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ensina-me a viver sem ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ninguem escreveu nos livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;como te amar sem me esqueceres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Guardo a tua mão dentro da minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;entre elas escondemos um beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;um beijo que nunca será o ultimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor é uma estrela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O céu estrelado quantifica o meu amor por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o universo... Amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-5690623151917196818?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/5690623151917196818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=5690623151917196818&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5690623151917196818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5690623151917196818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-ti.html' title='Sem ti...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SuZA9J6RKJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9IgInT0P_Jk/s72-c/17-01-2005+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-4113859751623046240</id><published>2009-10-12T01:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:25:29.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Favor Perdoa-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/StJ3HLEDI9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/sQvO8sPBxEw/s1600-h/perola1.txt" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/StJ3HLEDI9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/sQvO8sPBxEw/s320/perola1.txt" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdoa-me amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;A saudade deixa-me cego, não nego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;provoca o ciume infundado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;no meu coração inundado de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tornei-me suspeito de manipular a tua verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;desiludindo a nossa cumplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Não sabia amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Como te pedir as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mergulhado na minha melancolia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Como posso eu magoar-te... pensar no mal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sabendo que és meu tesouro de cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;que protejo...que desejo... num simples beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Não encontro um titulo para este perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;mas prometo ser degrau quando te faltar o chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sei que as minhas palavras são mudas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lê estas letras longinquas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem perguntas... sem respostas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e ama-me com o olhar pensativo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E perdoa-me...&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;Faz amor comigo em poemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdoa-me por te amar assim... sem jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espero-te sentado na lua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se vieres, serás o meu eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu... serei teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-4113859751623046240?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/4113859751623046240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=4113859751623046240&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4113859751623046240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4113859751623046240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-favor-perdoa-me.html' title='Por Favor Perdoa-me...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/StJ3HLEDI9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/sQvO8sPBxEw/s72-c/perola1.txt' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-6335866294093695205</id><published>2009-09-24T02:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:45:47.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mar em Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SrrOdmGbiLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z-hA4gXPhEs/s1600-h/gota.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SrrOdmGbiLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z-hA4gXPhEs/s320/gota.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tua face molhada de sentimentos marcantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;em lágrimas que te atraiçoam a calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;é musica triste em teus olhos brilhantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;é dança parada na tua alma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A saudade que desperta a ritmo alucinante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;procura o sorriso atravez do choro asfixiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sinto uma lágrima distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;nas minhas mãos atadas ao impossivel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ao escutar a pérola que cai da tua face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;trespassando-me a alma rasgada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;onde mais nada em mim é possivel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Chora... deita-te na minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;abraça-me em ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;procura uma constelação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que tem a estrela onde eu moro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;o amor... esse escondi no final do universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;é aí que acaba o meu verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;numa lágrima que cai por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-6335866294093695205?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/6335866294093695205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=6335866294093695205&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/6335866294093695205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/6335866294093695205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/09/mar-em-lagrimas.html' title='Mar em Lágrimas'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SrrOdmGbiLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z-hA4gXPhEs/s72-c/gota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-7683940865385841907</id><published>2009-09-15T08:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:49:18.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sq9VATzMY0I/AAAAAAAAANw/4uiUcbKzjo8/s1600-h/pareja2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381613543534388034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sq9VATzMY0I/AAAAAAAAANw/4uiUcbKzjo8/s200/pareja2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Procuro encontrar-te...&lt;br /&gt;escalo o maior dos teus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;concluo os meus finais risonhos&lt;br /&gt;de te encontrar... e amar-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ler as tuas mãos com as minhas&lt;br /&gt;acentuar os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cúmplices&lt;/span&gt; momentos&lt;br /&gt;dar-te tudo o que não tinhas...&lt;br /&gt;nem que seja em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observei uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atravez&lt;/span&gt; de um olhar,&lt;br /&gt;procuro-a no amar...&lt;br /&gt;encontro-a no teu soletrar&lt;br /&gt;num poema, numa tela&lt;br /&gt;que estou a tentar decifrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;descodifico o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;de puros sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;está tudo escrito na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;quando me tocas...&lt;br /&gt;nos nossos momentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-7683940865385841907?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/7683940865385841907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=7683940865385841907&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/7683940865385841907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/7683940865385841907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/09/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sq9VATzMY0I/AAAAAAAAANw/4uiUcbKzjo8/s72-c/pareja2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-1606502241495652644</id><published>2009-08-27T23:51:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:28:35.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SpcXZAfKHOI/AAAAAAAAANY/OE_fRa_ZThg/s1600-h/untitledfgsdg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374790398684830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SpcXZAfKHOI/AAAAAAAAANY/OE_fRa_ZThg/s400/untitledfgsdg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;mo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;rdentemente &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;escobri &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ias &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;epois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;casionalmente &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;lhei-te &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;lhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;enasci, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;efleti, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ecordei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;lhei-te &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;lhos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;rvalhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tracei traços traçados)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;entei &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;er-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;la... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;u &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ncontrei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-1606502241495652644?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/1606502241495652644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=1606502241495652644&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/1606502241495652644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/1606502241495652644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/08/encontrei.html' title='Encontrei...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SpcXZAfKHOI/AAAAAAAAANY/OE_fRa_ZThg/s72-c/untitledfgsdg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-4762430669537601449</id><published>2009-08-23T04:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:51:15.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SpDKN7GUaEI/AAAAAAAAANI/5nBULcurhZM/s1600-h/sf-sofa-SOL_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373016696004307010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SpDKN7GUaEI/AAAAAAAAANI/5nBULcurhZM/s400/sf-sofa-SOL_0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O teu raio queima-me... toca-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sinto o teu calor... tua luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luz que me persegue e seduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que perdura no meu pensamento... enlouquece-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entristece-me de não te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas noites solitárias do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irradias sonho, poema, canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és a minha inspiração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que não te conhecem... não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o teu brilho esconde o chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das tuas lagrimas que caem no mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sol, coração do universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu sonho ardente e preverso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero voar em tua direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derreter-me em ti... em verso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrar na tua imensa solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero decifrar cada raio de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amar o teu horizonte perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarar o meu coração desfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de te procurar aqui e ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não te encontrar...desolado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de sonhar que estiveste ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-4762430669537601449?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/4762430669537601449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=4762430669537601449&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4762430669537601449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4762430669537601449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-teu-raio-queima-me.html' title='Meu Sol...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SpDKN7GUaEI/AAAAAAAAANI/5nBULcurhZM/s72-c/sf-sofa-SOL_0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-5642032129110012013</id><published>2009-08-10T23:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:31:02.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atravessar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SoCesy0QbOI/AAAAAAAAANA/fnz42ECJzEo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368465248218016994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SoCesy0QbOI/AAAAAAAAANA/fnz42ECJzEo/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Através das tempestades…&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dias que estou assim…&lt;br /&gt;Nos ventos que trazem o fracasso&lt;br /&gt;Luto contra o final…&lt;br /&gt;E vejo o bem que é escasso…&lt;br /&gt;Mas que me faz mal…&lt;br /&gt;Procuro o meu anjo… constantemente&lt;br /&gt;No meu desejo de caminhar em frente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro o meu baú, sacudo o pó&lt;br /&gt;Quero rever quem partiu… sem dó&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me com a minha nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Só com ela pressinto a magia…&lt;br /&gt;Na garganta desfaço um nó,&lt;br /&gt;Por sentir que a lágrima fugia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me no chão…&lt;br /&gt;As recordações em meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos transpiram dor&lt;br /&gt;Os que partiram ficaram melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Os que estão longe, não sinto o seu amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atravesso tempestades…&lt;br /&gt;Descalço… sobre pedras crispadas&lt;br /&gt;Nestas palavras que saem como espadas&lt;br /&gt;Que me matam devagar&lt;br /&gt;No meu louco divagar&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca me tiram o respirar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-5642032129110012013?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/5642032129110012013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=5642032129110012013&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5642032129110012013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5642032129110012013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/08/atraves-das-tempestades-tenho-dias-que.html' title='Atravessar...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SoCesy0QbOI/AAAAAAAAANA/fnz42ECJzEo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-5584263941298128357</id><published>2009-08-03T00:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:06:50.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero ser livre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SnYvHV6t92I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SY7XIlDNJxk/s1600-h/fgfgh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365527809247541090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SnYvHV6t92I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SY7XIlDNJxk/s400/fgfgh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero libertar-me...&lt;br /&gt;Navegar nas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;águas&lt;/span&gt; de um jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Contigo ou sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Deixem-me ser golfinho&lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta do mar, diz que sim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero libertar-me...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nasci assim&lt;br /&gt;Livre de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prisões&lt;/span&gt; e correntes,&lt;br /&gt;Amado em sonhos recentes&lt;br /&gt;Vem me ver...&lt;br /&gt;Teu amigo quero ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser livre...&lt;br /&gt;Poder levar-te comigo&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-me a sair do castigo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero viver num &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aquário&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te no meu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imaginário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser livre&lt;br /&gt;Sempre... sempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser livre...&lt;br /&gt;Saltar com toda a pujança,&lt;br /&gt;Para não perder a esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um dia ter o meu mar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se te vou amar...&lt;br /&gt;Ou voltar a ser criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser livre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez um dia te possa falar,&lt;br /&gt;Para te poder contar,&lt;br /&gt;Os meus segredos e os do mar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se me vais amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-5584263941298128357?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/5584263941298128357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=5584263941298128357&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5584263941298128357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5584263941298128357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-ser-livre.html' title='Quero ser livre...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SnYvHV6t92I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SY7XIlDNJxk/s72-c/fgfgh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-8539322534036358823</id><published>2009-07-29T01:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:43:01.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto será amor...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sm-UpmuU2XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G-RyjE3gO3c/s1600-h/casal_luar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363669123711949170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sm-UpmuU2XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G-RyjE3gO3c/s400/casal_luar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero sentar na lua&lt;br /&gt;e ver-te nadar ao luar…&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir estrelas… no silencio que flutua…&lt;br /&gt;Ver a terra… ver o mar…&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te a ti… minha sereia nua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me numa nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Tento alcançar um anjo…&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei com as asas… e voei…&lt;br /&gt;É magnifica a paisagem,&lt;br /&gt;Numa beleza em esbanjo&lt;br /&gt;Como a ultima flor que te dei…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilha de noite a tua face&lt;br /&gt;Nas ondas de um ventinho suave… que delicia&lt;br /&gt;Que trás o perfume que vicia…&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o amor que em mim nasce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilhantes no mar como espelhos pequenos&lt;br /&gt;É a luz da lua esmigalhada&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração destroçado&lt;br /&gt;Deste meu desejo isolado&lt;br /&gt;Que torna a fantasia desajustada&lt;br /&gt;De dois amantes eternos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saltar da lua&lt;br /&gt;Nadar contigo ao luar…&lt;br /&gt;Levar-te as estrelas… o universo&lt;br /&gt;Odiar-te num perfeito inverso&lt;br /&gt;Que é o simples verbo… amar...&lt;br /&gt;Na terra… no mar…&lt;br /&gt;Na lua… és minha… e toda nua…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-8539322534036358823?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/8539322534036358823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=8539322534036358823&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/8539322534036358823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/8539322534036358823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/07/quero-sentar-na-lua-e-ver-te-nadar-ao.html' title='Isto será amor...?'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sm-UpmuU2XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G-RyjE3gO3c/s72-c/casal_luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-5127522221378479148</id><published>2009-07-14T01:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:47:05.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensem em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SlvUm4XyxoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1DQEAZjM6q4/s1600-h/sonho-liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358109946119636610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SlvUm4XyxoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1DQEAZjM6q4/s400/sonho-liberdade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pensem em mim…&lt;br /&gt;Sou partícula do universo&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que não tem fim…&lt;br /&gt;Fica explicito neste verso&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca serei o inverso&lt;br /&gt;Do teu pensamento controverso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim…&lt;br /&gt;Não fujo da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Como pensas de mim… assim…&lt;br /&gt;Só procuro a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Na tua carente felicidade&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensem em mim…&lt;br /&gt;O tesouro ainda procuro…&lt;br /&gt;No fundo do jardim…&lt;br /&gt;Em cada gota de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Descalço na terra… no escuro…&lt;br /&gt;Enxugo os olhos com a luva&lt;br /&gt;Penso em mim…&lt;br /&gt;Porque quero que acabe assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim…&lt;br /&gt;Se fores capaz&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tires a liberdade…&lt;br /&gt;Tu chorarás&lt;br /&gt;No dia que eu cair&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim…&lt;br /&gt;Penso que não pensaste tanto assim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-5127522221378479148?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/5127522221378479148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=5127522221378479148&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5127522221378479148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5127522221378479148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/07/pensem-em-mim.html' title='Pensem em mim...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SlvUm4XyxoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1DQEAZjM6q4/s72-c/sonho-liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-4497300086401825218</id><published>2009-07-04T00:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:27:02.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocaso Marcante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sk6TIZj6yEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QRmICovw8A4/s1600-h/untitled455.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354378779499874370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sk6TIZj6yEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QRmICovw8A4/s400/untitled455.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelos caminhos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Planeio no ar em direcção a ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te consigo alcançar…&lt;br /&gt;Queria te encontrar…&lt;br /&gt;Na praia sei que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo debaixo de agua…&lt;br /&gt;O teu raio de sol profundo&lt;br /&gt;Luz que derrete a minha mágoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos caminhos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Passeio em terra e guio-me por ti&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo escondido nas montanhas&lt;br /&gt;Decerto não és moribundo&lt;br /&gt;Inspiro-me por ti… aqui&lt;br /&gt;E para te ver, subo muralhas.&lt;br /&gt;Na tua ausência não há cores&lt;br /&gt;O mundo fica escuro&lt;br /&gt;E o ser humano inseguro&lt;br /&gt;Pois sem sol não há amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água esmigalha-te em brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;Num oceano lindo, o Pacifico&lt;br /&gt;E torna aí, as noites escaldantes&lt;br /&gt;De prazer… momentos marcantes&lt;br /&gt;Proporcionado por ti… que és magnifico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-4497300086401825218?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/4497300086401825218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=4497300086401825218&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4497300086401825218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4497300086401825218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/07/ocaso-marcante.html' title='Ocaso Marcante'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sk6TIZj6yEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QRmICovw8A4/s72-c/untitled455.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-3566714321066126219</id><published>2009-06-25T23:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:15:11.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando amas alguem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SkP720i3hFI/AAAAAAAAALI/egkzgZvRjbk/s1600-h/segredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351397701482677330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SkP720i3hFI/AAAAAAAAALI/egkzgZvRjbk/s400/segredo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Consigo ouvir o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;No bater do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Consigo olhar as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E aumentar a minha paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço tudo, mesmo as maiores loucuras…&lt;br /&gt;Seco oceanos com a minha sede de amor,&lt;br /&gt;O meu toque vence todas as ternuras,&lt;br /&gt;Desafio o sol, com o teu e o meu calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te amo…&lt;br /&gt;Fico cego no teu brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca nego o teu beijar&lt;br /&gt;Beijo o teu corpo para o decifrar&lt;br /&gt;E descobrir o segredo para o eternizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos amamos…&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que podemos voar…&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que podemos trocar&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso pelo meu beijo…&lt;br /&gt;Domesticas o meu selvagem desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimo-nos livres depois do clímax&lt;br /&gt;Fumamos um cigarro… é o nosso relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando amamos alguém…&lt;br /&gt;Damos o sangue por esse coração&lt;br /&gt;Damos a vida sem dizer não&lt;br /&gt;Tocamos as mãos com sofreguidão&lt;br /&gt;Amamo-nos… até á exaustão…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ficção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-3566714321066126219?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/3566714321066126219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=3566714321066126219&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/3566714321066126219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/3566714321066126219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-eu-te-amo-consigo-ouvir-o-teu.html' title='Quando amas alguem...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SkP720i3hFI/AAAAAAAAALI/egkzgZvRjbk/s72-c/segredo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-3102870266379736632</id><published>2009-06-14T22:19:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:17:42.276+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ficção'/><title type='text'>...É Impossivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SjVpj_YsT9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kTGn0OyHJa8/s1600-h/casal-por-do-sol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347296199603670994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SjVpj_YsT9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kTGn0OyHJa8/s400/casal-por-do-sol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero estar só… no meio da multidão&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o calor…num cubo de gelo&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir a carga… de um pedaço de algodão&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhar no escuro…ver algo singelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ter o amor…na seta de um cupido&lt;br /&gt;Posso ver a amizade…no prometido e cumprido&lt;br /&gt;Posso parar de pensar…mas continuas presente&lt;br /&gt;Posso tentar surpreender…a ti, que és diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu… para chorares assim por mim?&lt;br /&gt;Quem serás tu… para eu te amar tanto assim?&lt;br /&gt;Quem somos nós… para dizermos algum não?&lt;br /&gt;Quem somos… para nos amarmos em vão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar só… na tal multidão&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te nos meus braços… fazer-te uma prisão&lt;br /&gt;Posso não ver o teu amor… sou tão estúpido…&lt;br /&gt;O meu peito de pedra agora é coração esculpido&lt;br /&gt;Que quando sentiu o teu, ficou amolecido.&lt;br /&gt;Quero gelar as tuas lágrimas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Para um dia as derreter com o meu calor&lt;br /&gt;E fazer magia, ao misturar no meu suor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a odiar-te… por te amar&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a amar-te… por seres indescritível&lt;br /&gt;Insisto em ti… és o meu mar&lt;br /&gt;Desistir de ti…é impossível   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ficção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero agradecer os comentários que fizeram a todos os meus posts e dizer tambem que a maior parte destes são pura ficção. Nada tem a ver com a minha vida real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De qualquer forma agradeço a vossa preocupação e apoio pois considero que são gestos de amizade muito especiais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo este mal entendido acontece devido à minha pouca experiencia nos blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou então começar a partir deste post a mencionar se é facto real ou ficção ou ainda se é dedicado a alguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muito obrigado por estarem sempre presentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-3102870266379736632?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/3102870266379736632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=3102870266379736632&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/3102870266379736632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/3102870266379736632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/06/quero-estar-so-no-meio-da-multidao.html' title='...É Impossivel'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SjVpj_YsT9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kTGn0OyHJa8/s72-c/casal-por-do-sol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-7442173621972230441</id><published>2009-06-09T19:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:24:16.269+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ficção'/><title type='text'>Odeio-te porque te Amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Si6v2I-bitI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k0E5_9_XQB4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345403152392489682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Si6v2I-bitI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k0E5_9_XQB4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não tenho os pés no chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estou sem gravidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perdido na gravidade da dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sei que não sou especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pois não sou o único,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sei que há mais alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não escreves só para mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não escreves só comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a partilha devia ser a dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e o dois é par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e o par é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o amor está partido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;partiu na solidão do desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;foge na desilusão que eu espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;queria quebrar barreiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e pensar no nosso par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e na tristeza que me está a dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não confio, por desconfiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não desafio, para não desabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para o sonho durar... durar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;são coincidências que matam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mentiras que desbaratam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tudo isso que dói, no amor que se foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e chega de ser iludido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque não sou o preferido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um dia serei inserido no pesadelo de um furacão enfurecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a partir deste momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vou tentar fugir... de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não queiras tudo, ou nada terás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tenho razão um dia verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pensas que não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que num buraco eu acertei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no vazio do teu sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no teu coração de cimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por ti me apaixonei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e não consigo partir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nem desatar os nós das mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas cortarei os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e ai sofrerei muito menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;corto as minhas veias poéticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para rasgar as palavras de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e dizer-te que vou desistir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desistir de ti... amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-7442173621972230441?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/7442173621972230441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=7442173621972230441&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/7442173621972230441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/7442173621972230441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-tenho-os-pes-no-chao-estou-sem.html' title='Odeio-te porque te Amo'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Si6v2I-bitI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k0E5_9_XQB4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-4284720870083192783</id><published>2009-06-03T01:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:25:25.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real'/><title type='text'>Mara(vilhosa) Criatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SiXI-Y5EmiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ew2pMwWHCkk/s1600-h/8845mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342897507104234018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SiXI-Y5EmiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ew2pMwWHCkk/s400/8845mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A chuva toca-te… na tua tez...&lt;br /&gt;Acentua todo o teu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;E caem gotas aos teus pés,&lt;br /&gt;Não são as lágrimas de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;São lágrimas do teu lamento…&lt;br /&gt;Seguro os teus dedos com os meus&lt;br /&gt;Neste poema… Apenas aqui…&lt;br /&gt;No espelho, a tua imagem é incolor...&lt;br /&gt;Apagaram os tons alegres em ti...&lt;br /&gt;A minha amizade é para apagar a dor&lt;br /&gt;Neste poema…que te escrevi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou mostrar-te as cores do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ao levar os pássaros à tua janela…&lt;br /&gt;Mostro flores que te sorriem num segundo&lt;br /&gt;Pela mulher que és… pessoa mais bela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu reflexo…ao dar… deixa-me perplexo&lt;br /&gt;O que fazes aos outros num minuto&lt;br /&gt;Outros há, que não o fazem numa vida&lt;br /&gt;Decerto que será complexo&lt;br /&gt;Porque a tua vida é uma ferida&lt;br /&gt;E a tua tristeza é o meu luto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei guardião da tua magia...&lt;br /&gt;Como se tudo acabasse amanhã&lt;br /&gt;E não houvesse mais um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Que não te considere um talismã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi este simples poema&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite de céu sem nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Onde as estrelas escrevem o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Com relâmpagos de amizade&lt;br /&gt;Tempestade de beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;Numa chuvada de miminhos&lt;br /&gt;Pois és uma Mara(vilha) de pessoa&lt;br /&gt;De lindos beijos Endiabrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta foi a forma de expressar a minha amizade por ti... Ilya Mara (Sonhos/Pesadelos)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-4284720870083192783?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/4284720870083192783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=4284720870083192783&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4284720870083192783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4284720870083192783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/06/maravilhosa-creatura.html' title='Mara(vilhosa) Criatura'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SiXI-Y5EmiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ew2pMwWHCkk/s72-c/8845mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-2149753140083602270</id><published>2009-05-29T01:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:25:25.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real'/><title type='text'>Quando uma criança chora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sh8x04MDs8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/uyxsbSN2BFI/s1600-h/m%25C3%25A3os%2Bpai%2Be%2Bfilho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341042467590616002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sh8x04MDs8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/uyxsbSN2BFI/s400/m%25C3%25A3os%2Bpai%2Be%2Bfilho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doce criança de ondas nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Pela enorme lágrima que tem&lt;br /&gt;Chora a saudade que sentes agora&lt;br /&gt;Por seres Milésimo de quem?&lt;br /&gt;De mim…&lt;br /&gt;Esperas e chamas&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que me amas…&lt;br /&gt;E gritas pela presença,&lt;br /&gt;Não merecias tal sentença…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda criança que chora&lt;br /&gt;Sei que te fiz sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Quando pelo portão saí…&lt;br /&gt;Ao saberes que vou para fora&lt;br /&gt;Fiz teu coraçãozinho tremer&lt;br /&gt;Não fiquei para te proteger&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aos poucos morri&lt;br /&gt;Por ir tantas vez embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda criança de olhos molhados&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo nas lágrimas das minhas marés&lt;br /&gt;Quando choro agarrado aos teus pés&lt;br /&gt;Deito para fora os meus actos chorados&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre a pensar o mundo que és&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce criança de olhos vidrados&lt;br /&gt;Fechada no escuro, no maior segredo&lt;br /&gt;Chora sozinho num triste abandono&lt;br /&gt;Como um cãozinho que perdeu o dono&lt;br /&gt;Em lágrimas carregadas de sentimentos fechados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda criança de pérolas nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Tua lágrima faz de ti um guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;Que ultrapassa tudo… o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;És o meu orgulho, o maior dos soldados&lt;br /&gt;E eu o maior dos apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te… meu filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341042718271434178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sh8yDeDBbcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KYPmvPCuy1I/s400/pai.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-2149753140083602270?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/2149753140083602270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=2149753140083602270&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/2149753140083602270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/2149753140083602270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-uma-crianca-chora.html' title='Quando uma criança chora'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sh8x04MDs8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/uyxsbSN2BFI/s72-c/m%25C3%25A3os%2Bpai%2Be%2Bfilho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-5927667635172665618</id><published>2009-05-20T00:33:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:22:19.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo por ti... Sinto-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337705184819764802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ShNWldDxXkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/peNtoGNkLkk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tive de aprender a viver por ti na solidão&lt;br /&gt;Ao deixar de ver a tua imagem… a tua mão…&lt;br /&gt;Tive de te procurar no meu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;E nele só encontro o escuro…&lt;br /&gt;Vagueio por esse sonho medonho&lt;br /&gt;De quem me seduz sem amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma luz nem uma cor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que a solidão&lt;br /&gt;É passear e não te ver na multidão&lt;br /&gt;É andar descalço sob vidros partidos&lt;br /&gt;Onde encontro sangue apenas nas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Por não te ter… nem na ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cada gota que cai nestas paginas,&lt;br /&gt;Cada nota que sai destas músicas&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sentir que te sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Acredita que não te minto&lt;br /&gt;Porque vivo por ti… amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivo sem ti… que dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós… eu e tu… tu e eu&lt;br /&gt;Não existe, por mais que insiste&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer outro sei que desiste&lt;br /&gt;Pois ninguém quer a minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;Por eu ter o coração na tua mão…&lt;br /&gt;Fecha a tua mão e abre os braços&lt;br /&gt;Para eu entrar na tua imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Nós… eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Vivo por ti…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337709568249463010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ShNakmm2gOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x-9Kb_CbFrE/s400/palavras-na-mao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As mãos das entrelinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; lua disse-me ter descoberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;elas provas de amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;antando lealdade nas palavras ao ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;oando textos insinuando realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt; essa a tua verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;alsidade escondida em letras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ritos nas entrelinhas indiferentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;umor para disfarçar tudo o resto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;deias camufladas na beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ardins de amores proibidos e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;aminas nas veias poéticas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;inando bombásticamente os sentidos e éticas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;aufragando as magoas na propaganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;mitindo o ocaso real do anoitecer ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;edindo para ter dó do luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uando havias de chorar para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ecolhido no teu canto, no teu ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;entir o mar no seu horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;al como o sol num monte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nicamente a dar sem retorno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;alorizando a luz do luar na pedra em adorno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;isto liso, lousa com giz e escreve aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;elar por todos... e não por ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-5927667635172665618?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/5927667635172665618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=5927667635172665618&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5927667635172665618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5927667635172665618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/05/lua-disse-me-ter-descoberto-b-elas.html' title='Vivo por ti... Sinto-te'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ShNWldDxXkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/peNtoGNkLkk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-1899757504535245524</id><published>2009-05-11T00:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:41:24.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhei que tive um sonho…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SgdkXKr7WnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bQIhCK9ZfHY/s1600-h/corpos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334342632812010098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SgdkXKr7WnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bQIhCK9ZfHY/s400/corpos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrei-te numa noite de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E adoeci com o teu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;veneno&lt;/span&gt; contagiante&lt;br /&gt;Provei os teus&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sabores&lt;/span&gt;… são os melhores&lt;br /&gt;Escutei o teu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gemido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E senti o teu arrepio… o teu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;corpo tremulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando toquei a minha &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boca&lt;/span&gt; na tua pele&lt;br /&gt;Ficaste&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; louca&lt;/span&gt; e fechaste os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Para sentir o&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; prazer&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;O meu prazer foi ver-te enquanto te &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Olhar para ti … &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tão linda&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Sentir os teus cabelos no pente dos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meus dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afastei todos os meus &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;medos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;O de te perder nesse &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E o de não &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentires&lt;/span&gt; o amor que te dava&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor acumulado nas noites que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pensei em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E agora dava-o a ti com todo o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como uma &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tempestade&lt;/span&gt; ou tremor de terra…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento máximo do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;êxtase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me clarear as certezas nos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentimentos incertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amo-te&lt;/span&gt;… claramente…&lt;br /&gt;Com amor, com carinho, com &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não quero só &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quero acordar contigo no meu&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que o teu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suor&lt;/span&gt; seja o meu&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt; agora e sempre&lt;br /&gt;Quero o teu olhar aqui &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gritar &lt;/span&gt;bem alto&lt;br /&gt;EU AMO-TE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desprendi-me&lt;/span&gt; das minhas cordas&lt;br /&gt;E libertei-me do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentimento &lt;/span&gt;que não saia&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso na tua&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; face&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;E na &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mão&lt;/span&gt; que te acariciou&lt;br /&gt;E ainda tem o teu&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não a vou &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;molhar&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Para te &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt; o dia inteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; face&lt;/span&gt; nesse amor que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esquecerei…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tinha tanta luz no nosso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quarto escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram as portas do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paraíso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E eu pensei para ti perante &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EU AMO-TE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-1899757504535245524?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/1899757504535245524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=1899757504535245524&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/1899757504535245524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/1899757504535245524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonhei-que-tive-um-sonho.html' title='Sonhei que tive um sonho…'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SgdkXKr7WnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bQIhCK9ZfHY/s72-c/corpos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-942259133965917290</id><published>2009-05-06T02:07:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:22:26.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tesourada na Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes de tudo, Desculpem a ausencia no meu e tambem nos vossos blogs e fica a promessa que assim que puder irei dar uma vista de olhos no vosso cantinho e comentar os posts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar deste afastamento não vos esqueci...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este post que deixo aqui é dedicado à minha querida Mãe que sofreu muito... e mesmo assim deu mais do que aquilo que sofreu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço-o hoje, num dia como todos os outros porque acho que o dia da Mãe é todos os dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portanto. este post é dedicado a ti Maria Fernanda ( A minha Mãe preferida como costumo dizer-lhe, lol )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332513823485396434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SgDlEdC1BdI/AAAAAAAAAII/qQk4QOw7DqY/s400/quadro-mae-e-filho5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Perto da felicidade esteve um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;sonho&lt;br /&gt;Destruído à tesourada num dia medonho&lt;br /&gt;E fez nascer em mim o ódio, a sede de vingança&lt;br /&gt;E a ti , perder a esperança…&lt;br /&gt;A culpa é do amor e do desejo de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Do pensar que a outra alma condiz&lt;br /&gt;Mas levou ao desespero alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que num acto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;loucura&lt;br /&gt;Numa tesourada de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;tortura&lt;br /&gt;Tirou-te a imagem, o além&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo de alma ferida e rasgada&lt;br /&gt;Protegeste a sua cria abandonada&lt;br /&gt;Dando-lhe carinho e amor&lt;br /&gt;Sem culpa nem rancor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso por amor aos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;filhos&lt;br /&gt;Os que nasceram de ti&lt;br /&gt;Os amparados por ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas o destino pregou-te outra&lt;br /&gt;Pois a tesourada não chega&lt;br /&gt;Não chega para te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;derrubar&lt;br /&gt;O avô, teu pai, deixou-nos&lt;br /&gt;No dia dos teus anos&lt;br /&gt;Dia metade feliz, metade pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;Linda prenda meu Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não a fez cair,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo amando como amava seu pai&lt;br /&gt;Tinha os seus e os filhos dos outros para criar&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua meiguice, minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;resmungona&lt;br /&gt;Alegre, brincalhona e chorona&lt;br /&gt;Generosa, fofoqueira, mãe galinha&lt;br /&gt;A tua mãe ( minha avó ) não chega aos calcanhares da minha&lt;br /&gt;Pois a minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;és tu&lt;br /&gt;E a tua tirou-te algo que merecias ter&lt;br /&gt;Em mais uma injustiça da tua vida…&lt;br /&gt;Como foi injusta a tua infância vivida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349920284030218706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sj68JzpHMdI/AAAAAAAAALA/cbiiZGtMeQ0/s400/Imagem+1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mãe, perdoa-me...&lt;br /&gt;ainda não consegui partir todos os espelhos...&lt;br /&gt;queria impedir que olhasses todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;queria impedir que te lembrasses todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mãe, com o teu consentimento achei que devia partilhar com o mundo aquilo que passaste na flor da tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-942259133965917290?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/942259133965917290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=942259133965917290&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/942259133965917290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/942259133965917290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/05/antes-de-tudo-desculpem-ausencia-no-meu.html' title='Tesourada na Felicidade'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SgDlEdC1BdI/AAAAAAAAAII/qQk4QOw7DqY/s72-c/quadro-mae-e-filho5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-5014072804088555564</id><published>2009-04-26T00:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:05:42.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Cores do Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SgCqFxeKJ6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/7XuateBHkKc/s1600-h/beijo_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332448974962567074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SgCqFxeKJ6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/7XuateBHkKc/s400/beijo_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um rodízio de sensações este por do sol&lt;br /&gt;Com tons quentes e suaves, como a brisa.&lt;br /&gt;É uma tela real que inveja qualquer artista&lt;br /&gt;Adornada com os salpicos brilhantes no mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua chama o luar com teimosia&lt;br /&gt;E ele vai aparecendo timidamente...&lt;br /&gt;Na areia dois seres desfrutam-se&lt;br /&gt;Exploram todos os recantos de magia&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo aquela loucura, saboreando o momento… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328769622361486978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SfOXvQ6_toI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9remrblFit0/s400/untitl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol marcara encontro para amanha&lt;br /&gt;E a lua presente, dava uma luz ambiente&lt;br /&gt;Num lindo cenário romântico,&lt;br /&gt;O areal é a cama de todos os prazeres,&lt;br /&gt;As ondas são como um lençol que teima destapar&lt;br /&gt;E criam um som de fundo gravado na paixão&lt;br /&gt;E as estrelas são testemunhas do amor ardente&lt;br /&gt;Desta intensidade de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Numa mistura de cores e movimentos&lt;br /&gt;Onde dois amantes se perderam entre si&lt;br /&gt;Esses dois amantes que se eternizaram mesmo ali…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-5014072804088555564?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/5014072804088555564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=5014072804088555564&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5014072804088555564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5014072804088555564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-cores-do-desejo.html' title='As Cores do Desejo'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SgCqFxeKJ6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/7XuateBHkKc/s72-c/beijo_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-1496942980907960575</id><published>2009-04-24T02:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:25:33.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lado B do Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SfEQ5QAAqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/id-ZAqm_uRQ/s1600-h/luar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328058409889606274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SfEQ5QAAqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/id-ZAqm_uRQ/s400/luar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não consegui cruzar o nosso olhar&lt;br /&gt;Com medo do desejo flagrante&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto te beijar…&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que ficavas ofegante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui sequer te tocar&lt;br /&gt;No nosso encontro de estreia&lt;br /&gt;Tinha as mãos trémulas a suar&lt;br /&gt;Por ver tão bela sereia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui abrir os braços&lt;br /&gt;Só pensava nos teus lindos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;As nossas mãos seriam como laços&lt;br /&gt;E dai saiam poemas tão belos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguia te deixar&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta coisa por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas no momento de falar&lt;br /&gt;Não soube o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguia me despedir&lt;br /&gt;Pois de ti logo gostei&lt;br /&gt;Agora não adianta fugir&lt;br /&gt;Que no meu coração te aconcheguei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Por pensar que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite que não te amei&lt;br /&gt;Neste sonho que não sorri…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-1496942980907960575?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/1496942980907960575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=1496942980907960575&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/1496942980907960575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/1496942980907960575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-consegui-cruzar-o-nosso-olhar-com.html' title='O Lado B do Sonho'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SfEQ5QAAqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/id-ZAqm_uRQ/s72-c/luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-9050336537648111611</id><published>2009-04-21T01:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:46:11.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desespero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Se0VO5WYJSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UHEguR3MaSs/s1600-h/0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326937279906194722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Se0VO5WYJSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UHEguR3MaSs/s400/0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou fácil de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Sou fácil de deixar&lt;br /&gt;Arrependo-me das escolhas&lt;br /&gt;Arrependo-me do que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Arrependo-me de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembro de nada&lt;br /&gt;Não há recordações&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Só sinto dor&lt;br /&gt;Tenho falta dos que foram&lt;br /&gt;Tenho falta dos que amo&lt;br /&gt;Dou montes de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Dou montes de perdão&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir&lt;br /&gt;Quero desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me só&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me fechado&lt;br /&gt;Dou voltas a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Dou voltas na cama&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho horas a fio&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho pra nada&lt;br /&gt;Dou tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não recebo o que dou&lt;br /&gt;Riem de mim&lt;br /&gt;Falam de mim&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitam-se de mim&lt;br /&gt;Farto-me de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Farto-me da vida que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Tenho lágrimas que doem&lt;br /&gt;Tenho lágrimas que pesam&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdido num vazio&lt;br /&gt;Vivo num vazio&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nem sei porquê&lt;br /&gt;Vivo só por ti… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu Milésimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que saiu num minuto de desespero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-9050336537648111611?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/9050336537648111611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=9050336537648111611&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/9050336537648111611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/9050336537648111611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/04/desespero.html' title='Desespero'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Se0VO5WYJSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UHEguR3MaSs/s72-c/0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-4881922553757767391</id><published>2009-04-18T00:48:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:34:42.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E se morressemos amanhã...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SevMC4TprKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cozGpsg_RlQ/s1600-h/untitleddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326575334142356642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SevMC4TprKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cozGpsg_RlQ/s400/untitleddd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havia aqueles que vagueavam ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Com as lágrimas na face... de raspão.&lt;br /&gt;Outros fechavam-se em cofres de sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Tentando encontrar um segredo, uma razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém fugiria da marca traçada?&lt;br /&gt;Ou morreriam para nascer noutra vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos gritavam de plena agonia&lt;br /&gt;A pedir outra noite... outro dia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fechava os olhos para não ver a dor,&lt;br /&gt;Abria os braços para alcançar o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Corria a favor do sol para um minuto ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Parava as ondas para não ver o luar...&lt;br /&gt;Saltava montanhas para chegar a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Caia na hora do meu ultimo adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurava uma fonte para um desejo pedir&lt;br /&gt;Encontrava a água de lágrimas caidas por mim&lt;br /&gt;Pedia perdão da minha vida fugir&lt;br /&gt;E toda a minha alegria a chegar ao fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se morressemos amanha...&lt;br /&gt;Contava todos os meus defeitos perfeitos,&lt;br /&gt;Cantava os meus temas eleitos...&lt;br /&gt;Mostrava toda a minha ira avolumada&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha alma ferida e rasgada,&lt;br /&gt;Em ódios e sede de vingança&lt;br /&gt;Pois perdia toda a esperança... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflectia na calmaria de uma paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Escolhia onde haveria de morar&lt;br /&gt;Fechava os olhos a pensar numa imagem&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho que amanha vai acabar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-4881922553757767391?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/4881922553757767391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=4881922553757767391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4881922553757767391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4881922553757767391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-se-eu-morresse-amanha.html' title='E se morressemos amanhã...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SevMC4TprKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cozGpsg_RlQ/s72-c/untitleddd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-8197285565277584505</id><published>2009-04-16T00:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:39:32.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O leve toque de um anjo…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SeaAduopbCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uAK7Mv5OawI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325084857635269666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SeaAduopbCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uAK7Mv5OawI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SeZwEfTIFkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uqvfZh5lmkk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei em desistir de escrever o meu existir&lt;br /&gt;Mas a força que ganhei no punho&lt;br /&gt;Vinda do teu precioso testemunho&lt;br /&gt;Encoraja-me a desistir de pensar em desistir&lt;br /&gt;E alimenta o meu ego que insistia em fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao dar a minha escrita… o meu sangue em palavras&lt;br /&gt;Dei por mim a reagir e a doar partes do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tão pequeno que é… Tão teu que é…&lt;br /&gt;E dele saem as palavras que escrevo nas tuas asas&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que as espalharás no ar, no mar… ao luar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que escrevo aqui em direcção a ti&lt;br /&gt;Vão-se soltar como pombos para voar contigo&lt;br /&gt;E pousar no teu cantinho…&lt;br /&gt;Para te ajudar a reconstruir um castelo&lt;br /&gt;Ou seguir o caminho amarelo&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca iras só e triste&lt;br /&gt;Pois lutarei a teu lado de espada em riste&lt;br /&gt;Em favor da amizade e da poesia&lt;br /&gt;Rodeados de amigos e alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu leve toque perfuma a imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Abrilhanta o teu poder de escrita,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando alguém grita&lt;br /&gt;O teu poema soa como canção.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado meu anjo&lt;br /&gt;Por tocares o meu coração… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-8197285565277584505?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/8197285565277584505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=8197285565277584505&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/8197285565277584505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/8197285565277584505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensei-em-desistir-de-escrever-o-meu.html' title='O leve toque de um anjo…'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SeaAduopbCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uAK7Mv5OawI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-8355046102854728596</id><published>2009-04-08T00:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:00:04.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu olhar disse-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdvoNE-wimI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lgAkuV6cCoc/s1600-h/1223132090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322102696041286242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdvoNE-wimI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lgAkuV6cCoc/s400/1223132090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonho encontrar-me feliz… mas não o sou ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;Como pode alguém ler os meus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;Decifrar os códigos do meu olhar?&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a terra… sobre o mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderá alguém amar como amo?&lt;br /&gt;Chorar como choro e sofrer comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Rir com o que faço e digo?&lt;br /&gt;Oferecer-me flores num ramo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me deixa rever os que perdi?&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja por um segundo…&lt;br /&gt;Para sarar o golpe profundo.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava tanto de lhes tocar…&lt;br /&gt;Para dar prova de os amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém saberá ler o que escrevi?&lt;br /&gt;E entenderá o que transmiti?&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhos vêem a fraqueza que tenho&lt;br /&gt;E a força com que me contenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha tristeza sem lágrimas no olhar&lt;br /&gt;A minha alegria sem sorriso no questionar&lt;br /&gt;A dor que tenho vê-se lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;São rasgos no peito… tão profundo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais profundo que o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;É tudo aquilo que vejo com os meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os olhares que cruzam com o meu&lt;br /&gt;E saber que sou importante para alguém&lt;br /&gt;Saber que o meu olhar dá muito mas espera algo&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda não sabe o quê&lt;br /&gt;E talvez jamais saberá…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-8355046102854728596?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/8355046102854728596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=8355046102854728596&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/8355046102854728596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/8355046102854728596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-teu-olhar-disse-me.html' title='O teu olhar disse-me...'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdvoNE-wimI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lgAkuV6cCoc/s72-c/1223132090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-3104912199526714615</id><published>2009-04-03T00:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:00:16.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemeiro, arvore dos poetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdVRIVv7qDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9_dUMvZIYm4/s1600-h/Poemeiro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320247738527098930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdVRIVv7qDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9_dUMvZIYm4/s400/Poemeiro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que pontifica na caneta advém do mais íntimo,&lt;br /&gt;Do ínfimo pormenor do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Transposto por uma mão… o seu deslumbramento,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo existente relacionamento&lt;br /&gt;Entre os dedos e o subconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;E o poema é o seu transcendente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perante esta definição, impõe-se uma razão.&lt;br /&gt;Para que é um poema publicitado?&lt;br /&gt;A que serve a vulgarização e a sua divulgação?&lt;br /&gt;Alimentar um ego que julgo propositado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que penso de um poema…&lt;br /&gt;É o fruto de desabafos caídos num chão de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Ou colhidos numa arvore de interioridades,&lt;br /&gt;Num campo neutro sem pátria.&lt;br /&gt;Poema não é concebido por interesse,&lt;br /&gt;É dado a troco de nada, oferecido por amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemas,&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que saíram da minha arvore&lt;br /&gt;Feitos por amor a um filho,&lt;br /&gt;Por amizade, saudade e verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns são gritos escritos pelo âmago&lt;br /&gt;Por consequente, presenteio os que me são semelhantes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que criei aqui é teu e meu&lt;br /&gt;E sei que compreenderás,&lt;br /&gt;Decerto será o motivo por ter poucos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Por dar a minha arvore a ti e não propagar.&lt;br /&gt;E ao reflectir no mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;Sei que são poucos amigos mas bons.&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores do mundo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicado com muito carinho aos meus amigos que visitam o Milésimo, pra vocês este blog existirá e estarei sempre presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-3104912199526714615?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/3104912199526714615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=3104912199526714615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/3104912199526714615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/3104912199526714615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/04/poemeiro-arvore-dos-poetas.html' title='Poemeiro, arvore dos poetas'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdVRIVv7qDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9_dUMvZIYm4/s72-c/Poemeiro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-5623507624577995777</id><published>2009-03-30T23:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:12:52.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade ... distante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdFNKbe4LwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qbn3J8r1bsE/s1600-h/Amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319117476472565506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdFNKbe4LwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qbn3J8r1bsE/s400/Amizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muita gente gosta de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu nem isso vês&lt;br /&gt;Tudo à tua volta sorri&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais do que crês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto o que sentes&lt;br /&gt;Sou forçado a esperar&lt;br /&gt;Os teus pensamentos ausentes&lt;br /&gt;E talvez o teu chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo por ti queria fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Roubava-te um sorrisinho&lt;br /&gt;Pra deixares de entristecer,&lt;br /&gt;E voltares a escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Não é gesto de caridade,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sou… Uma Amizade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-5623507624577995777?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/5623507624577995777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=5623507624577995777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5623507624577995777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5623507624577995777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/03/amizade-distancia.html' title='Amizade ... distante'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SdFNKbe4LwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qbn3J8r1bsE/s72-c/Amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-3609847700104927475</id><published>2009-03-25T02:01:00.023Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:12:38.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O SOL e a LUA, A TERRA e o MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sc-ikY_TNTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jkMSkX7EadM/s1600-h/untit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318648431014786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sc-ikY_TNTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jkMSkX7EadM/s320/untit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ubiu o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ol na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;olidão do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ilencio &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;rvalhados... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhos do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ceano &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;põem-se ao &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;caso e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ocalizaram a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uz &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;apidada da &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ágrima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uz da &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ua… é a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eveza &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;inda... o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nilateral… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nica… &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;tópica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mor dos &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stros, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rtistas e &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;utores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;entação de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;empos e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;empestades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;rrante...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ncontra-se no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;spaço &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntre as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;strelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;uma nas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;otas e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;otações &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;odopiantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;itmada de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aridades &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;efletidas e &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;adiantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;paziguantes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;té… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;terrador…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;etáforas &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arcantes…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eras &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;arés…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Á&lt;/span&gt;guas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;zuis de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ncestral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ainha de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ios e de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;omance &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-3609847700104927475?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/Sc-ikY_TNTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jkMSkX7EadM/s72-c/untit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-5298127424485432176</id><published>2009-03-22T00:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:06:00.994Z</updated><title type='text'>Pai todos os dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ScWO7eDSIaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cXWNdwd8zQg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315812087510999458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ScWO7eDSIaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cXWNdwd8zQg/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje acordei alegre como nunca&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer motivo, sentia-me bem,&lt;br /&gt;Lavei a cara e os pássaros cantavam na janela&lt;br /&gt;E ao sair para o trabalho, gatinhos a perseguir-me,&lt;br /&gt;Pela estrada fora, nada de trânsito, nem buzinões,&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que algo de bom estava para acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Continuei a minha vida normal&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com os pássaros a acompanhar,&lt;br /&gt;E borboletas a voar à minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Como se trouxessem boas noticias,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas olham-me na rua como nunca o fizeram&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a luz do sol me favoreça&lt;br /&gt;Ou o perfume que pus,&lt;br /&gt;A alegria na minha face se mantinha&lt;br /&gt;E a leveza no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mistura-se com a primavera,&lt;br /&gt;A noite chega, bastante agradável com brisa de mar&lt;br /&gt;E gaivotas a cantar o pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;E a chamar a lua, para me ver,&lt;br /&gt;Á noitinha um telefonema,&lt;br /&gt;Voz tímida melhor que musica&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento tão bom, de falar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Dizes-me que sabes as cores&lt;br /&gt;Que brincaste com muitos meninos&lt;br /&gt;Que gostas de mim&lt;br /&gt;e choras de saudade…&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro de felicidade…&lt;br /&gt;Porque tenho-te na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Porque fui teu pai mais um dia…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-5298127424485432176?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/5298127424485432176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=5298127424485432176&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5298127424485432176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/5298127424485432176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/03/pai-todos-os-dias.html' title='Pai todos os dias'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ScWO7eDSIaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cXWNdwd8zQg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-4345412194106262692</id><published>2009-03-18T23:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:39:39.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Desilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ScGDBJnp7bI/AAAAAAAAADo/O3KcTXKmtYw/s1600-h/OcBabJ033620-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314673091059248562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ScGDBJnp7bI/AAAAAAAAADo/O3KcTXKmtYw/s200/OcBabJ033620-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dei a minha flor, intimo mais precioso&lt;br /&gt;Partilhei a dor, o odor do meu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Ao mostrar o melhor de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas fez a terra afastar-se do sol&lt;br /&gt;E eclipsou a minha luz,&lt;br /&gt;O renascer de mim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os segredos e receios sopraram uma vela,&lt;br /&gt;E apagaram uma chama de paixão,&lt;br /&gt;De confiança e esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Parou a nossa dança,&lt;br /&gt;A nossa ansiedade incontrolável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mostrar o pior de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Ou o que escondi do reflexo?&lt;br /&gt;Dei sempre o melhor sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que no espelho saia tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Dava o maior grito&lt;br /&gt;Que nos teus ouvidos era silencio,&lt;br /&gt;E falava-te de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que aos teus olhos ignoravas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha tristeza, o meu lado escuro&lt;br /&gt;Estampa o parar de uma corrida,&lt;br /&gt;O fim de um combustível&lt;br /&gt;Que polui o meu coração de amargas ilusões&lt;br /&gt;E me fez acreditar por milésimos de segundo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-4345412194106262692?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/4345412194106262692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=4345412194106262692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4345412194106262692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4345412194106262692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/03/dei-minha-flor-intimo-mais-precioso.html' title='Desilusão'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/ScGDBJnp7bI/AAAAAAAAADo/O3KcTXKmtYw/s72-c/OcBabJ033620-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-3573330594270511763</id><published>2009-03-08T17:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:25:28.401Z</updated><title type='text'>Eutanásia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbP_LcejB9I/AAAAAAAAACA/1iLUWfrCee4/s1600-h/dsfjjyy--200x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310868957687908306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbP_LcejB9I/AAAAAAAAACA/1iLUWfrCee4/s200/dsfjjyy--200x150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amanhã será o dia que quero morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Beijar o escuro e pensar como...&lt;br /&gt;Como será o ultimo dia,&lt;br /&gt;Devíamos saber...&lt;br /&gt;Escolhia-te a ti para chorar por mim,&lt;br /&gt;Fugias de mim para não ver a tua lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Mas a minha sombra abre as tuas asas,&lt;br /&gt;Que me acolhem na tua alma&lt;br /&gt;E me aconchegam na tua calma.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Pois leva aos outros o dó e a dor.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quero dormir e lentamente submergir&lt;br /&gt;Nas águas de um mar vazio&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de pontos de luz&lt;br /&gt;Repleto de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E em cada uma tem um anjo…&lt;br /&gt;Que brilha e me orienta&lt;br /&gt;Ate aos pés de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te meu Pai, leva-me daqui&lt;br /&gt;Não me dês nada, mas tira-me tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o teu sinal mais digno,&lt;br /&gt;De poder partir&lt;br /&gt;Agarrado aos pés de um anjo&lt;br /&gt;E voar… voar…&lt;br /&gt;Trespassar as lágrimas que caem por mim&lt;br /&gt;E ver as minhas que formaram um rio.&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me tudo, mesmo a vida&lt;br /&gt;E deixa as recordações…&lt;br /&gt;É a minha paz…&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me o tal sinal, todo poderoso&lt;br /&gt;Faz cair um relâmpago.&lt;br /&gt;Faz passar o eclipse que tapou o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Faz passar um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Para poder partir e repousar.&lt;br /&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;A dor é tanta que já não sinto&lt;br /&gt;………….&lt;br /&gt;A dor é só por aqueles que deixo&lt;br /&gt;……………….&lt;br /&gt;…………………………….&lt;br /&gt;………………………………………………………………………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Obrigado meu Deus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-3573330594270511763?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/3573330594270511763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=3573330594270511763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/3573330594270511763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/3573330594270511763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/03/eutanasia.html' title='Eutanásia'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbP_LcejB9I/AAAAAAAAACA/1iLUWfrCee4/s72-c/dsfjjyy--200x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-9098882439777425186</id><published>2009-03-03T02:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:11:32.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLS4zK-bHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcwn0lV_8Xo/s1600-h/ilusao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310538783873985650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLS4zK-bHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcwn0lV_8Xo/s200/ilusao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Doce doce ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Imagino-te numa canção&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te naquele refrão&lt;br /&gt;E faço uma rima&lt;br /&gt;Ao som do cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Que voa para cima&lt;br /&gt;A desfazer-se como o novelo,&lt;br /&gt;Encosto o cotovelo&lt;br /&gt;Naquela janela&lt;br /&gt;E olho para baixo&lt;br /&gt;E vi-te tão bela,&lt;br /&gt;Aroma profundo&lt;br /&gt;Que sai lá do fundo&lt;br /&gt;E fico defunto&lt;br /&gt;De pensar que és um sonho&lt;br /&gt;E o sonho é de outro,&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento medonho&lt;br /&gt;De não te ter no coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois tudo é ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Amarga amarga ilusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-9098882439777425186?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/9098882439777425186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=9098882439777425186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/9098882439777425186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/9098882439777425186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/03/ilusao.html' title='Ilusão'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLS4zK-bHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/mcwn0lV_8Xo/s72-c/ilusao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-4826709590742550261</id><published>2009-02-28T00:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:07:48.686Z</updated><title type='text'>VIDA DE CÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLRQPzdylI/AAAAAAAAABw/oYgK9qNBJaM/s1600-h/vida_de_cao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310536987673741906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLRQPzdylI/AAAAAAAAABw/oYgK9qNBJaM/s200/vida_de_cao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ainda me lembro de passearmos juntos no jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Das noites que passávamos junto da lareira,&lt;br /&gt;Quando comíamos todos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa época éramos tão felizes,&lt;br /&gt;Tu e eu.&lt;br /&gt;Brincávamos junto das flores&lt;br /&gt;E corríamos atrás um do outro nas montanhas&lt;br /&gt;Molhávamos toda a gente na praia,&lt;br /&gt;E era tão lindo o nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que eras mais velha que eu&lt;br /&gt;Nós éramos tão cúmplices e unidos&lt;br /&gt;e tínhamos os mesmos gostos&lt;br /&gt;os mesmos defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Ate que um dia desapareceste&lt;br /&gt;Sumiste da minha vida, minha querida&lt;br /&gt;Nunca soube porquê&lt;br /&gt;O que eu teria feito de mal?&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei-me durante anos e anos&lt;br /&gt;E o que me fez abrandar esta dor,&lt;br /&gt;Esta tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Foi a minha família, aqueles que me acolheram&lt;br /&gt;Que me deram sempre muito amor&lt;br /&gt;Muito carinho e brincadeiras,&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria a minha vida por eles,&lt;br /&gt;Por cada um deles.&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois quando envelheci&lt;br /&gt;Era como um intruso,&lt;br /&gt;Como uma folha seca de Outono,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me dói o coração fraco e triste&lt;br /&gt;E quando me lembro daquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Que me levaram a passear&lt;br /&gt;À tanto tempo que não brincávamos&lt;br /&gt;E sentia-me tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;Por isso Julguei ser uma partida quando me deixaram na estrada&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginei que me abandonassem&lt;br /&gt;Mas abandonaram…&lt;br /&gt;As minhas lágrimas cegaram os meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Aí compreendi como perdi a minha querida.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou velhinho, faminto e infeliz,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma pata partida e sou cego,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho ainda a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;E dói muito cá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nos abandonaram?&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava tanto deles.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me só e triste desta vida injusta&lt;br /&gt;Desta vida de cão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-4826709590742550261?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/4826709590742550261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=4826709590742550261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4826709590742550261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4826709590742550261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-de-cao.html' title='VIDA DE CÃO'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLRQPzdylI/AAAAAAAAABw/oYgK9qNBJaM/s72-c/vida_de_cao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-9182899273250292125</id><published>2009-02-27T23:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:08:49.568Z</updated><title type='text'>IMPULSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLQtH4k1oI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ld5r7FbjvMk/s1600-h/caminho-verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310536384252270210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLQtH4k1oI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ld5r7FbjvMk/s200/caminho-verde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gravo estas palavras aqui&lt;br /&gt;Com caneta, alma e tudo que senti&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro poema que assente na tua tez&lt;br /&gt;E em tudo o que tu és.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei viajar noutro mundo&lt;br /&gt;A procura de um escrito&lt;br /&gt;A procura de nem sei o quê,&lt;br /&gt;Tento encontrar uma rima&lt;br /&gt;Mas em vão, não sei porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te nesta obra-prima&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu queria era ver-te,&lt;br /&gt;E ao olhar a tua imagem&lt;br /&gt;Desejava ter-te.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te na minha cama&lt;br /&gt;Nem o teu cheiro respiro,&lt;br /&gt;Imagino-te perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas encontro-me num abismo.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo estagnou,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva parou&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus e nos meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos poemas fundem-se&lt;br /&gt;Nos mais lindos dizeres,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem rimar&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo as palavras se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E lá no meio do silencio, a tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me saltar num impulso&lt;br /&gt;No acordar de um sonho tão medonho,&lt;br /&gt;E transforma num relâmpago&lt;br /&gt;Todo o amor que há em mim,&lt;br /&gt;E faz-me correr vales e montes&lt;br /&gt;Procurar-te cegamente&lt;br /&gt;Em cada raio de sol,&lt;br /&gt;Vasculhar o fundo dos oceanos,&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentar todos os medos e enganos&lt;br /&gt;Penetrar nos teus segredos,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar rimas nos meus enredos&lt;br /&gt;Odiar quem tu amas&lt;br /&gt;Invejar quem te tem&lt;br /&gt;Odiar a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Por não controlar os meus impulsos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois quero-te ver morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Morrer no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Matar-te no meu leito,&lt;br /&gt;Por amar-te deste jeito,&lt;br /&gt;E matar-me para morrer contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-9182899273250292125?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/9182899273250292125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=9182899273250292125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/9182899273250292125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/9182899273250292125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/2009/02/impulso.html' title='IMPULSO'/><author><name>Milésimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00297910876860528299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SaYDitOjXMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3acFTG7fwNY/S220/pirata2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLQtH4k1oI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ld5r7FbjvMk/s72-c/caminho-verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738755307074180539.post-4750836796084927691</id><published>2009-02-26T02:08:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:10:19.152Z</updated><title type='text'>MILÉSIMO DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLN_U2xe5I/AAAAAAAAABg/zX8X2Lp1baE/s1600-h/17-01-2005+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310533398437133202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iig58fhGnyw/SbLN_U2xe5I/AAAAAAAAABg/zX8X2Lp1baE/s320/17-01-2005+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;És pedaço do meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;És a minha vontade de viver,&lt;br /&gt;E deste-me a conhecer o amor&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca o tinha sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Um amor sincero e seguro&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento tão paterno e puro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ciúme, sem falsidade,&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecido na minha idade.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta manha tão linda&lt;br /&gt;Notícia bem-vinda&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, felicidade sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Milésimo de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Meu ser tão pequeno&lt;br /&gt;No meu colo sereno&lt;br /&gt;A espera de um carinho&lt;br /&gt;De uma ternura ou beijinho&lt;br /&gt;E o narizinho que fofura&lt;br /&gt;Tua mãozinha uma doçura,&lt;br /&gt;Que abraça o meu dedo&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer medo.&lt;br /&gt;Parte o meu coração outrora rochedo.&lt;br /&gt;Disfarcei-me de artista&lt;br /&gt;Por tão bela obra concebida&lt;br /&gt;Acabada de nascer, ali despida&lt;br /&gt;Tão frágil e inocente,&lt;br /&gt;Para ti prometi&lt;br /&gt;Assim que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Ser pai presente&lt;br /&gt;E amar-te para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738755307074180539-4750836796084927691?l=golfnino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://golfnino.blogspot.com/feeds/4750836796084927691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738755307074180539&amp;postID=4750836796084927691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738755307074180539/posts/default/4750836796084927691'/><link rel='self' 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